Bigger, Better, Stronger

"N–" Remi began, just as the crescendo of the whine reached its climax. Similarly pressing his hands over his ears, Remi tried to back away. Given that his face was already contorted against the sound (and thus his eyes had already squinted closed), the brilliant flash was perhaps not so damaging as it might have been, though the exploding echo was. As paper-cut fine lacerations covered his forearms and cheeks, Remi hissed an inhale, swallowing and stuttering backwards until his back hit the back wall. Opening his eyes in time to see just what the captain was questioning, Remi jolted further against the wall, pale eyes wide. "Wha–" Remi began. Having not spent any length of time around the sea really and with things like lobsters being more of a delicacy (and of course, not being on the inside joke between the former baron and former duke), Remi had precisely 0 idea at what he was looking. "Ronin I'm not sure if you should–" Touch it? Be near it? Talk to it? Though clearly the captain had other ideas. As Ronin asked the creature to turn back, Remi was interested to see if in fact it would. Or could. If not, the alchemist would have some apologizing to do. remi At another place in time, you were infinitely mine