and my heart ran away with me
Once upon a time, Remi had been the sort of parent to hover nervously over his children. Even with Seren he'd followed her around the seashore when she'd been a child, like some unwelcome ghost. Now though, with all that he and Ronin had become, Remi was infinitely sure that wherever his children went, no harm would befall them last those who might have intervened in their safety would find themselves facing a very angry manticore. It wasn't the best parenting technique, but Remi had never been the best parent.
Slashing at the roots that slipped out of the jungle to try and slow his progress, Remi snarled a warning at one just as a sentient vine snarled down to try and steal his shirt. More or less successful, the alchemist found himself suddenly shirtless amidst a flurry of green laughter. "It was too hot for a shirt anyway." He grumps at the trees, glad they hadn't stolen the basket he carried which held the picnic he'd brought for he and Ronin.
Raising a hand suddenly outfitted with claws, Remi eyes the jungle menacingly before going about setting things up, hoping to be done before Ronin managed to track him down.
Slashing at the roots that slipped out of the jungle to try and slow his progress, Remi snarled a warning at one just as a sentient vine snarled down to try and steal his shirt. More or less successful, the alchemist found himself suddenly shirtless amidst a flurry of green laughter. "It was too hot for a shirt anyway." He grumps at the trees, glad they hadn't stolen the basket he carried which held the picnic he'd brought for he and Ronin.
Raising a hand suddenly outfitted with claws, Remi eyes the jungle menacingly before going about setting things up, hoping to be done before Ronin managed to track him down.
remi
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.
