we live in a world someone else imagined
It’s difficult to tread water when the waves keep threatening to sink him, Ronin fighting to keep his head above the churning sea - it’s enough, at least, that he can hear Remi’s voice. ”A’RIGHT!” he yells back. ”If you can calm ‘em down I’ll try and cut the net free!”
Squinting up at the sky, he lets out a shrill whistle and manages to call down one very grumpy stormcloud. (Honestly, Ronin is sure it’s all for show, and that he doesn’t even really need to call it down, but if his nimbus wants to be a sad cloud, so be it).
He tries to swim as close to the Alchemist as possible, the nimbus in tow, and he nods up at it. Already his projection is there, holding out a hand for the other man, ready to pull him up and keep him safe while he’s... elsewhere.
Squinting up at the sky, he lets out a shrill whistle and manages to call down one very grumpy stormcloud. (Honestly, Ronin is sure it’s all for show, and that he doesn’t even really need to call it down, but if his nimbus wants to be a sad cloud, so be it).
He tries to swim as close to the Alchemist as possible, the nimbus in tow, and he nods up at it. Already his projection is there, holding out a hand for the other man, ready to pull him up and keep him safe while he’s... elsewhere.
the dark star
