REMI
if you're not going to swim deep with me
Like how meat is spoiled if the animals are taken when they are frightened.. Remi knew well the difference in taste from vermin and other game he'd caught when he'd been hidden versus when he'd taken his prey out after a chase. It was perhaps a crass comparison, and yet it was all his mind could think of to reconcile what it was he was being told to do.
But he understood, and willingly he went.
To fly down as a manticore would have been to invite fear. And so instead, it was with the wings of the beast and the body of a man that he glided towards the sinking ship. Curled hair, bright eyes, wings and a smile, as Remi called out to the men that the had a way of saving them from their watery grave, he might have indeed looked like some characterture of an angel. "Come close," He urged, arms outspread. "—I can help." The meagre illusion magic he did have covered him then. In his hands appeared Hels, which would let the men walk on water, and dripping from his wrists were other artifacts sure to aid in their rescue. The magic would also cover the monstrous way the alchemist would change, from would-be savior to bringer of their end.
Make it fast. Don't spoil the meat. Don't let them know it's coming.
So it was that when Remi spun, talons extended towards throats and a barbed tail dripping with poison aimed for their hearts, he meant to leave no survivors.
But he understood, and willingly he went.
To fly down as a manticore would have been to invite fear. And so instead, it was with the wings of the beast and the body of a man that he glided towards the sinking ship. Curled hair, bright eyes, wings and a smile, as Remi called out to the men that the had a way of saving them from their watery grave, he might have indeed looked like some characterture of an angel. "Come close," He urged, arms outspread. "—I can help." The meagre illusion magic he did have covered him then. In his hands appeared Hels, which would let the men walk on water, and dripping from his wrists were other artifacts sure to aid in their rescue. The magic would also cover the monstrous way the alchemist would change, from would-be savior to bringer of their end.
Make it fast. Don't spoil the meat. Don't let them know it's coming.
So it was that when Remi spun, talons extended towards throats and a barbed tail dripping with poison aimed for their hearts, he meant to leave no survivors.
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.
