R O N I N
Stepping back from the counter so as not to be in Remi's light, Ronin glanced down curiously to watch the alchemist at work. With magic of all things. A soft smile played over the ex-captain's face; he was wholly confident in Remi's abilities, of course, and how was he to know that it was a confidence that would be misplaced? Remi began to hum, but then... so did the Echo, and Ronin wasn't sure if it was a mimicry of the sound his friend was making.
"Uh, is it meant to do that...?" He had to raise his voice a little over the insistent whine, and when it grew to a pitch that he couldn't handle he realised that no, it almost definitely wasn't meant to screech and levitate and make his ears bleed. Clapping his hands over the aching appendages, Ronin just had the sense to look and turn slightly away when his Echo simply shattered in front of them. The sting on his arms and cheek said that he hadn't been spared the ire of some of the sharp little pieces.
Ronin blinked his eyes open and regretted it instantly, for that was just when the flash of light snapped through the air and... and a lobster...? Appeared?
"What in the five hells...?" The ex-captain looked questioningly at Remi, like he might (somehow) have some kind of an answer for him, though the lobster did draw his attention persistently. "You're a long way from the ocean, little guy," he remarked, leaning down in front of the counter. "And you're... like... technically my Echo. Do you mind turning back, maybe?"
