i'm not the man they think i am at home
Feathers trickle-down Remi's neck, which might be thought of as the avian opposite of raising his hackles. 'I would like nothing more. Well...except maybe lunch." But surely they could both agree to that.
And so, like the damsel Ronin both was and wasn't, Remi lifts him in his arms bride-over-the-threshold-style, as wings sprout from his back. Flying them out of reach of the gourds below, Remi takes a moment to look at the Hanging Tree with a crumpled expression. 'I know me calling anything barbaric is laughable, but...a hanging tree?" Frowning all the more deeply, wants as gourds leap into the air as if they might suddenly grow wings too. They don't of course, and because they don't, the ground around the charred tree is now bright with orange pulp.
Better than red, he supposes.
What is time "Do you think we could talk about something SeRioUs for a minute?" The alchemist asks a touch hesitantly, if only because their afternoon had been so fun thus far and he was reluctant to ruin it with AdUlT TaLk.
And so, like the damsel Ronin both was and wasn't, Remi lifts him in his arms bride-over-the-threshold-style, as wings sprout from his back. Flying them out of reach of the gourds below, Remi takes a moment to look at the Hanging Tree with a crumpled expression. 'I know me calling anything barbaric is laughable, but...a hanging tree?" Frowning all the more deeply, wants as gourds leap into the air as if they might suddenly grow wings too. They don't of course, and because they don't, the ground around the charred tree is now bright with orange pulp.
Better than red, he supposes.
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.
