REMI
Remi inhales slowly through his nose, the scent of damp stone and something old enough to make his instincts bristle sinking into his lungs. For a flicker of a moment his mind begins constructing shapes—faces, limbs, silhouettes of the Family-that-never-woke—but he pushes them away with deliberate force, refusing to give the chamber the satisfaction of feeding those images.
Instead, he lets himself grin—boyish, crooked—as he glances sidelong at Ronin. "Vorpal," he repeats, wrinkling his nose like the word itself tastes wrong; too pretentious, too purple. The expression collapses almost instantly into laughter when Ronin offers Family Annihilator, the sound echoing strangely in the chamber before being swallowed by its heartbeat-thrum. Getting his laughter under control, Remi lifts a brow, smirk lingering. "I would have held the line only so you could revive whoever Pierce managed to kill with the Rapier," he says dryly.
His gaze drifts forward again, following the strange eldritch symbols pulsing gently on the walls. A sigh escapes him, quiet but thoughtful. "Do you think he made off with it?" he asks, glancing upward at Ronin with a tilt of his head. "Or do you think it’s lying around somewhere down here?"
Instead, he lets himself grin—boyish, crooked—as he glances sidelong at Ronin. "Vorpal," he repeats, wrinkling his nose like the word itself tastes wrong; too pretentious, too purple. The expression collapses almost instantly into laughter when Ronin offers Family Annihilator, the sound echoing strangely in the chamber before being swallowed by its heartbeat-thrum. Getting his laughter under control, Remi lifts a brow, smirk lingering. "I would have held the line only so you could revive whoever Pierce managed to kill with the Rapier," he says dryly.
His gaze drifts forward again, following the strange eldritch symbols pulsing gently on the walls. A sigh escapes him, quiet but thoughtful. "Do you think he made off with it?" he asks, glancing upward at Ronin with a tilt of his head. "Or do you think it’s lying around somewhere down here?"
Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
