REMI
Airborne instantly, he melts into feathers and hollow bones. With a whistle-like trill, Remi is up and over the peak of the roof, descending suddenly on the other side. He had smelled the vampire gourds, and though he's on them in a flash, before his talons strike them he sees a fat gourd being rolled up the roof with extreme dedication by three rather mutant-looking comrades. His talons part the gaping mouth even as it smiles and begins to blubber some inarticulate threat. The scent of pumpkin fills the air as Remi fans his wings to remain slightly aloft as his talons continue to scrap away the insides of the gourd even as it continues to try and bite him.
Meanwhile, the three 'pushers', free of their burden, now bounce over the top of the roof, bounding toward Ronin like child-sized bowling balls from hell.
Meanwhile, the three 'pushers', free of their burden, now bounce over the top of the roof, bounding toward Ronin like child-sized bowling balls from hell.
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.
