[Training] to fight the demons in the dark

dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous

Wessex chuckles as well - at least until Remi shifts. And holy fuck, does he change. Her eyes grow wide - not in fear of the creature, because she knows it’s Remi - but because she wants to take everything in. The massive wings (more than half her size), the size of his body, a scorpion’s tail, and then the teeth. Eventually it turns into a smile, because she admires the creature for what it is - a weapon. And what kind of warrior doesn’t appreciate the beauty of a blade, even if it isn’t theirs? “I wish I could bottle that,” she says, reaching out to touch the feathers, finding them larger than any bird’s.

“Mmmm, yes. Daily updates should be scheduled. Perhaps every twelve hours, if that’s not too much. And I’ll be able to tell Sam if something is going wrong on our end. But he won’t be able to talk to me from that distance…” Giving it a moment of thought, she shakes her head. “Are the shells small enough to carry? If so, they should be easy enough to hear if they’re kept in pockets or around necks.” I fnot, they can remain in a prominent place, where no one will miss it if it goes off. She’ll have to devise a shift schedule too, more or less. “But I don’t think the buttons will be useful here. It might potentially induce a panic if everyone saw it turn red.”