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Who: Remy, Glaukir, Vanyel [OPEN]
When: Backdated to last night
Where: A multitude of decks
What OH MAI IS THAT SOME SORT OF GEM LIKE THING ON REMY'S FOREHEAD?
Rating: I'll try to keep 'er PG-13
The clack of slow footsteps can be heard echoing in the hall. Orders of food lay long forgotten back in the buffet. There were more important things to do. He'd show them. This is why they should listen to him.
There's a look that's not quite there in Remy's eyes. That kindness, friendliness and caution is gone, replaced with coldness, calculating and anger. He's surrounded and shielded by a swirling hodgepodge of items under his control. Kitchen knives, forks, chairs, a table or two, whatever his wandering magical grasp decided to get a hold of. His arms are down at his sides, his hands open, palms forward, keeping the magic flowing. So this was what it felt like to not hold back, to embrace what he is. It felt great.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
[ooc: Whoever wants in, jump in. Vanyel has dibs on extraction.]
When: Backdated to last night
Where: A multitude of decks
What OH MAI IS THAT SOME SORT OF GEM LIKE THING ON REMY'S FOREHEAD?
Rating: I'll try to keep 'er PG-13
The clack of slow footsteps can be heard echoing in the hall. Orders of food lay long forgotten back in the buffet. There were more important things to do. He'd show them. This is why they should listen to him.
There's a look that's not quite there in Remy's eyes. That kindness, friendliness and caution is gone, replaced with coldness, calculating and anger. He's surrounded and shielded by a swirling hodgepodge of items under his control. Kitchen knives, forks, chairs, a table or two, whatever his wandering magical grasp decided to get a hold of. His arms are down at his sides, his hands open, palms forward, keeping the magic flowing. So this was what it felt like to not hold back, to embrace what he is. It felt great.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
[ooc: Whoever wants in, jump in. Vanyel has dibs on extraction.]