REMI
if you're not going to swim deep with me
Desert...that is....without trees? Sand? The manticore asked, trying to imagine the impossible vista and seeing only an endless beach behind his eyes. Perhaps Cera might have shown him, described it even...if only there had been more time. More preparation. More something. But there wasn't. There never as, and they all continued to lose because of it.
It looks.. body shaped, but the thoughts wouldn't come. A miserable shiver pulsed from the alchemist outwards as he gave a mental nod to descend. Once they had, enough to verify that yes, it was the body of the once oracle, once crafter, and now professor. I will shift to carry him, but my eyes will not be as sharp, nor will I be as agile. The implication was clear, and didn't need saying. Just as the thought likely didn't. But unlike Deimos, Remi was no warrior, and nervous chatter came far too easily to him.
So thinking he descended towards Cera's body, meaning to shift into a manticore before reaching it, grab the boy with his forepaws, and race back up into the clouds.
It looks.. body shaped, but the thoughts wouldn't come. A miserable shiver pulsed from the alchemist outwards as he gave a mental nod to descend. Once they had, enough to verify that yes, it was the body of the once oracle, once crafter, and now professor. I will shift to carry him, but my eyes will not be as sharp, nor will I be as agile. The implication was clear, and didn't need saying. Just as the thought likely didn't. But unlike Deimos, Remi was no warrior, and nervous chatter came far too easily to him.
So thinking he descended towards Cera's body, meaning to shift into a manticore before reaching it, grab the boy with his forepaws, and race back up into the clouds.
get out of my waters
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.
