REMI
Remi endures the kiss (inwardly, it warms him to his core, but he's a facade to maintain after all). 'Must be nice to have so many extra sheets that you can ruin a few with holes and think nothing of it." The alchemist grumbles back. For all that he is now, there is still part of him that wants to staunchly defend the life he was forced to lead. "Are you sure it was weeping that was going on under those sheets...?" Holes cut in cloth and sounds that approximated crying might not have been as full of horror and dread as Ronin was making out.
"Of course I have something better." Sitting up, Remi huffs indignantly. "I am the one who listened to Vai's bedtime stories if you recall." He points out. And, because he isn't a barbarian like his husband, Remi's story begins with "...once upon a time..
On nights with no moon, legend has it that you can hear the sound of drums and the precise footfalls of hundreds of soldiers marching perfectly with one another. Nearer to the ocean you can hear conch shells being blown as well, and though there are all these noises, not a single leaf is ever disturbed nor a footprint found. Thousands of soldiers rise from their burial sites or where they've been lost at sea and any who they encounter who do not show the appropriate respect are forced into their ranks, or who have ancestors already in the ranks."
Of course Remi's ghost story would have to do with forced service and blue-ties offering benefits.
"Of course I have something better." Sitting up, Remi huffs indignantly. "I am the one who listened to Vai's bedtime stories if you recall." He points out. And, because he isn't a barbarian like his husband, Remi's story begins with "...once upon a time..
On nights with no moon, legend has it that you can hear the sound of drums and the precise footfalls of hundreds of soldiers marching perfectly with one another. Nearer to the ocean you can hear conch shells being blown as well, and though there are all these noises, not a single leaf is ever disturbed nor a footprint found. Thousands of soldiers rise from their burial sites or where they've been lost at sea and any who they encounter who do not show the appropriate respect are forced into their ranks, or who have ancestors already in the ranks."
Of course Remi's ghost story would have to do with forced service and blue-ties offering benefits.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
