RONIN
the darkstar
"Oh of course I don't mind." Ronin grins; the fake one turns to run backwards, blowing kisses at Remi, while the real one has to deal with a fucking manticore ghost. He is indeed forced up the rope wall, throwing a couple of starbolts for good measure. "Well," he calls as he clings to the rope, wondering whether it would be a wise idea to plant his foot against the manticore's muzzle (probably not, he'd likely just get ghost!eaten), "the explosion definitely has its perks, but the starbolts are a little more finesse, you know?"
At that moment Ronin simply lets himself fall to his apparent manticore-death, only not - he (obviously) switches places with himself, meaning that when he reaches out to tug Remi into a kiss, it's all real Ronin, baby. "Why?" he mumbles against his husband's lips, "Do you want... shadow bolts?"
At that moment Ronin simply lets himself fall to his apparent manticore-death, only not - he (obviously) switches places with himself, meaning that when he reaches out to tug Remi into a kiss, it's all real Ronin, baby. "Why?" he mumbles against his husband's lips, "Do you want... shadow bolts?"
