[se] meet me at halfway tree

i'm not the man they think i am at home

Gasping as if his virgin ears could hardly take hearing such a thing, Remi melts against the Star as a wicked grin pulls at his lips. "A shapechanger not wearing his golden cuff either. The scandal of it all." He purrs with a bounce of his eyebrows in return.

Watching the nimbus effortlessly carry the gourd away, Remi scoffs and rolls his eyes as if unimpressed. He absolutely isn't, but as with all of their games, the alchemist toes the line between taking things way too seriously and being flagrantly careless. "This I suppose...but now I worry I am about to lose at my own game." Frowning at that, Remi glares up at the tree before giving it another kick.

As two gourds descend upon him with teeth snapping, shadows spring up from the ground and curl around the alchemist veiling him from view. The vampire gourds bounce off, their teeth chewing at the bleak shielding around Remi but finding absolutely no purchase at all for their teeth. Kicking the gourds as if they were nothing more than footballs, they explode instantly on contact. Whether this counts or not is up to Ronin's interpretation, but even Remi isn't feeling very good about this first effort.