REMI
The world is all grey-noise and fireworks. It's only thanks to Halo's frigid temperatures and the icy kisses Sugar offers that Remi is able to exist in an unaggressive, but coherent state at all. Though calling him coherent is more than a stretch.
He reaches out a hand to softly stroke Sugar, the effort of which making him grunt with exertion. "Hallo, all." Remi says softly, his voice all the more thickly accented for his weariness. "If I...get out of hand. I'll not hold it against any of you, if you have to subdue me." His eyes roll partially back into his head as his head flops to face the other direction, that he might look up toward Ronin. "I think I rather like being paraded about on a cloud. I better not be naked under here." He adds, trying for levity but merely sounding tired.
He reaches out a hand to softly stroke Sugar, the effort of which making him grunt with exertion. "Hallo, all." Remi says softly, his voice all the more thickly accented for his weariness. "If I...get out of hand. I'll not hold it against any of you, if you have to subdue me." His eyes roll partially back into his head as his head flops to face the other direction, that he might look up toward Ronin. "I think I rather like being paraded about on a cloud. I better not be naked under here." He adds, trying for levity but merely sounding tired.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
