REMI
"Oh yes, I could tell that by the captivating round of 20 questions you played with the banshee before we both nearly died." Remi scoffed in return, entirely un-bothered by the casual reference to yet another time the pair had nearly died together. With a flourish, Remi suddenly all but disappeared, sprouting wings and gliding a few feet away to suddenly find himself back in his regular body. "Ahh yes, that is true." Remi said a touch breathlessly due to his rapid-fire transformations. "It was rather good luck that you were stabbed just after we got lunch the first day I met you. I might have had to listen to you endlessly drone on had that not happened." With a laugh, Remi turned his shoulder into the flung snowball, feeling it hit him but not necessarily fall in a thump the way he'd expected. Looking down, it was a perfectly round sphere again. 'I think this is yours." He quipped, picking it up and tossing it back towards the guildmaster with a bright laugh. |
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.