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
"Is that what all the prostitutes you pay to see tell you afterward? That you're generous?" Remi wonders with a slanted smile and an antagonizing bob of his eyebrows.
Stretching his arms above his head and rolling his shoulders as if the collar had any sort of physical effect on his muscles (it both did and didn't, but the gesture was more for show anyway), he tilts his head toward the hunter and scowls. "Well, now that I know it has all been a lie, what's the point?" He mutters, sniffing indignantly.
"Need help with that often, do you?" The wendigo wonders, and if there was an award for being able to turn anything into a sexual innuendo, the pair would have been covered in 1st-place ribbons. "Once we find her...do you need-" About to ask if Ronin needed anything from the banshee for his fae bullshit, the wendigo suddenly stills and stiffens. Tilting his head to the side and letting his gaze go slack as he listened, Remi's mind was able to triangulate what he was hearing with the sort of predatory accuracy that normally promised death.
Only...
"I do hear crying, but...something seems off." Looking to Ronin with a slight frown, Remi shakes himself out of his weird wendigo-hearing-stance, and nods in the direction the sound had been coming from.
Stretching his arms above his head and rolling his shoulders as if the collar had any sort of physical effect on his muscles (it both did and didn't, but the gesture was more for show anyway), he tilts his head toward the hunter and scowls. "Well, now that I know it has all been a lie, what's the point?" He mutters, sniffing indignantly.
"Need help with that often, do you?" The wendigo wonders, and if there was an award for being able to turn anything into a sexual innuendo, the pair would have been covered in 1st-place ribbons. "Once we find her...do you need-" About to ask if Ronin needed anything from the banshee for his fae bullshit, the wendigo suddenly stills and stiffens. Tilting his head to the side and letting his gaze go slack as he listened, Remi's mind was able to triangulate what he was hearing with the sort of predatory accuracy that normally promised death.
Only...
"I do hear crying, but...something seems off." Looking to Ronin with a slight frown, Remi shakes himself out of his weird wendigo-hearing-stance, and nods in the direction the sound had been coming from.
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.
