REMI
Remi isn't aware of the specifics of what's happening, only the overwhelming idea that it all shouldn't be happening. If it's a dream, who is the dreamer? The alchemist has been careful to avoid the telltale pathways which lead into the Spyglass's mind, and as far as he knows, Finn doesn't have the ability to penetrate into his dreams. But surely this must be a dream. But how then?
And why?
"No," Remi replies with a slight shake of his head. A roar that sounds like twisting metal from deep within the ocean echoes from deeper within the cavern. For a moment the Lullaby's eyes pulse white as he feels the frenzied tug of a battle ahead. "Her lair." He repeats with less patience this time. "Come on, Finn." Pulling from his memories the gloves made by Ronin, suddenly he holds them in his hands. Slipping them on, he again reaches out for Finn, his movements more demanding this time.
And why?
"No," Remi replies with a slight shake of his head. A roar that sounds like twisting metal from deep within the ocean echoes from deeper within the cavern. For a moment the Lullaby's eyes pulse white as he feels the frenzied tug of a battle ahead. "Her lair." He repeats with less patience this time. "Come on, Finn." Pulling from his memories the gloves made by Ronin, suddenly he holds them in his hands. Slipping them on, he again reaches out for Finn, his movements more demanding this time.
Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Through the reds of my traffic lights
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.