REMI
then it went dark
Remi can feel her concern like a tangible bit of paint smeared across the back of his eyelids. "It is called the Maw. It is an underwater volcano, I am told." He whispers, though there are only stars to keep them company, presently. Pressing his lips against the side of her neck and pulsing a current of reassurance, the alchemist smiles against one of his oldest and truest friends.
And then he drops her from a considerable height, into the black waters below.
Tugging his wings tightly against himself, Remi angles himself away from where Isla will hit the water. He knows that together they will be ridiculously large, but not the specifics of it. The last thing he wants is for them to thrash on top of one another (Well.... In this context, anyway). As he slams into the surface of the ocean, rough and silent as it is, Remi can feel the bite of pressure against his bones as he rockets down into the deep. Shrugging it off easily enough, the alchemist shifts, and waits.
Extra limbs slide from his body as he grows, and grows, and grows. He's the size of a building now—a few buildings, even—and with nothing but empty ocean around there's precious little by which he can gauge just how large he's become. Familiar enough with being an octopus if not a squid, Remi gets his barings fairly quickly.
Isla?
And then he drops her from a considerable height, into the black waters below.
Tugging his wings tightly against himself, Remi angles himself away from where Isla will hit the water. He knows that together they will be ridiculously large, but not the specifics of it. The last thing he wants is for them to thrash on top of one another (Well.... In this context, anyway). As he slams into the surface of the ocean, rough and silent as it is, Remi can feel the bite of pressure against his bones as he rockets down into the deep. Shrugging it off easily enough, the alchemist shifts, and waits.
Extra limbs slide from his body as he grows, and grows, and grows. He's the size of a building now—a few buildings, even—and with nothing but empty ocean around there's precious little by which he can gauge just how large he's become. Familiar enough with being an octopus if not a squid, Remi gets his barings fairly quickly.
Isla?
& it rained
and rained and rained
and rained and rained
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.
