maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"Oh, and that someone is going to be you?" The alchemist chuckles back, knowing that between the two of them just maybe they're capable of thinking things through should push come to shove. Hopefully, it doesn't though.
As she names him it, the Lullaby waits a few seconds that she, the smaller of them, might have time to flap herself away. It's only when he thinks she's a reasonable distance—a fair(er) one—that he dives after. Quite the choice, to ask a predator to chase you. Remi thinks, his mental voice sly with mischief and thus far free of any sort of danger.
Darting low, the Alchemist will conjure the ghostly shape of his hawk shift in front of the Shield, hoping it'll make her swerve. Continuing to dive, he'll try and brush his hand against her shoulder, thus making her it.
As she names him it, the Lullaby waits a few seconds that she, the smaller of them, might have time to flap herself away. It's only when he thinks she's a reasonable distance—a fair(er) one—that he dives after. Quite the choice, to ask a predator to chase you. Remi thinks, his mental voice sly with mischief and thus far free of any sort of danger.
Darting low, the Alchemist will conjure the ghostly shape of his hawk shift in front of the Shield, hoping it'll make her swerve. Continuing to dive, he'll try and brush his hand against her shoulder, thus making her it.
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
