REMI
Remi grins triumphantly, but his victory is short-lived. With a snarl of surprise as the hand shoved down his pants deposited a bunch of beads, Remi shoves his chair back hard enough that it falls over. "It..Ahh..AHH!" The Alchemist whines as the beads find ever nook and cranny within which to lodge themselves. Removing his pants and underwear immediately (it seems the logical thing to do), the now-naked Remi stomps after Ronin. "You're lucky I don't have tentacles anymore." He says threateningly.
Caring very little that their house has no chance of ever looking the same again, Remi has grabbed a fistful of glitter that he intends to rub in Ronin's chest hair (and his ears, if he can manage it). "And for my next trick, I am going to lap my wine with my tongue." He hisses as if Ronin's feigned outrage earlier when he'd dunked his sandwich in his wine had been genuine.
Caring very little that their house has no chance of ever looking the same again, Remi has grabbed a fistful of glitter that he intends to rub in Ronin's chest hair (and his ears, if he can manage it). "And for my next trick, I am going to lap my wine with my tongue." He hisses as if Ronin's feigned outrage earlier when he'd dunked his sandwich in his wine had been genuine.
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.
