i wish i could say that i am a light that never goes out
Clean, again. But still the alchemist wasn't convinced.
There was only one thing left that Remi could think of. It was something none of the others would likely be grasping for to convict the Flood, and certainly not the sort of thing any of the others would do. But that's why it was Remi here, and not Ronin, not Zephyr, not Vai.
But Remi. The one who did the killing.
'You could have healed yourself. Who's to say you haven't gained that ability. Or a shift with it.' Remi observes in a low voice. Ronin is the only one in the room no longer able to feel the sway of Remi's emotions without touching him, but Jata might sense what was to come. Lucky Remi is faster and stronger. And unluckily, Ronin can no longer heal.
If she's a witch, she'll float! If she's not, she'll drown and we'll know for sure.
Fast as he ever has been, Remi lashes out with both his tail and his claws. Sweeping his fingers across Jata's throat to slice the chords and vessels there as he'd been fantasizing about doing earlier, he simultaneously aims the stinger of his tail into the muscles above Jata's heart. It all happens in a blur and the alchemist would be a liar to say he didn't fully enjoy the butter-soft sensation of his most deadly parts entering Sunjata.
Would the Flood bleed out first, or die from the poison? Or, if he wasn't innocent of his crimes, would he heal himself? Die and prove himself innocent? Or heal himself, and be guilty?
There was only one thing left that Remi could think of. It was something none of the others would likely be grasping for to convict the Flood, and certainly not the sort of thing any of the others would do. But that's why it was Remi here, and not Ronin, not Zephyr, not Vai.
But Remi. The one who did the killing.
'You could have healed yourself. Who's to say you haven't gained that ability. Or a shift with it.' Remi observes in a low voice. Ronin is the only one in the room no longer able to feel the sway of Remi's emotions without touching him, but Jata might sense what was to come. Lucky Remi is faster and stronger. And unluckily, Ronin can no longer heal.
If she's a witch, she'll float! If she's not, she'll drown and we'll know for sure.
Fast as he ever has been, Remi lashes out with both his tail and his claws. Sweeping his fingers across Jata's throat to slice the chords and vessels there as he'd been fantasizing about doing earlier, he simultaneously aims the stinger of his tail into the muscles above Jata's heart. It all happens in a blur and the alchemist would be a liar to say he didn't fully enjoy the butter-soft sensation of his most deadly parts entering Sunjata.
Would the Flood bleed out first, or die from the poison? Or, if he wasn't innocent of his crimes, would he heal himself? Die and prove himself innocent? Or heal himself, and be guilty?
but I f l i c k e r
from time to time
REMI
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.
