Remi
Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
"Did I, an Italian child, ever read a very obviously British book about moles?" Remi asks, eyebrows raised and lips twitching into a smirk. Nodding, though looking unsure, the wendigo offers a slight smile as he reaches for the paper bag, before peering into it as if to make sure everything was in order.
Looking at the money and frowning if only because what passed for American currency these days was so dull, he nods and pockets it. The smell of something catches the wendigo's attention, and were it not for the fact that his eyes remained pale and gold-tinged instead of darkly predatory, the way he snapped his head over his shoulder might have suggested that there was blood in the air.
Grinning suddenly as his gaze lands upon something, Remi looks at Ronin before tilting his head in the direction he'd just been looking. "Come on. I have an idea." So saying it's with eerie speed and silence that the wendigo seems to blur through the crowd, headed toward what appeared to be just a regular coffee stand. By the time Ronin catches up, he'll find that Remi had given (read: poorly bartered) away most of his remaining money. Hurridly packing things up just in case Remi changes his mind, the merchant shoves several items into a large bag.
Looking at the money and frowning if only because what passed for American currency these days was so dull, he nods and pockets it. The smell of something catches the wendigo's attention, and were it not for the fact that his eyes remained pale and gold-tinged instead of darkly predatory, the way he snapped his head over his shoulder might have suggested that there was blood in the air.
Grinning suddenly as his gaze lands upon something, Remi looks at Ronin before tilting his head in the direction he'd just been looking. "Come on. I have an idea." So saying it's with eerie speed and silence that the wendigo seems to blur through the crowd, headed toward what appeared to be just a regular coffee stand. By the time Ronin catches up, he'll find that Remi had given (read: poorly bartered) away most of his remaining money. Hurridly packing things up just in case Remi changes his mind, the merchant shoves several items into a large bag.
Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
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.
