[PQ] [SE] plant yourselves right here

R E M I "Ahh, but that would be far too easy." Remi counters with a sunny smile, shaking his head toward Nephele. "Needing helping getting them in the right place though?" The alchemist taps his nose knowingly and grins. Splashing into the chilly waters without thought at all for his clothing or hypothermia, Remi partially shifts and begins to menacingly wave his tentacles in Ronin's direction. Quite when he became as murdery and childish as Ludo could be, not even Remi really knows, but on careless afternoons such as this one, he seems to walk in the herald's footsteps (ragsteps?) quite naturally. "Catch!" So saying, Remi's tentacles begin to pluck stones from the deeper part of the Stonesong and toss them toward Ronin. If the Huntsman isn't able to catch them and they plOP! into the water drenching him all the more? So be it.