@fireomen
— ☣ }
“Child.”
The Demon Hunter rumbles; his blindfolded gaze flitted downwards to regard the small being, and though he refers to him as young, his tone does not hold any strength over Rempo beside it’s baritone reverberation. He does not crouch, nor attempt to appear any smaller, but his neck is required to crane to get a proper feel of the being he spoke to.
“Explain to me the…procedure of this township.”
No exchange of greeting follows, but a blunt approach, as if he lacked any proper socializing skills. Which he likely did.
‘ child ‘... he frowns at the word, taking full offense at being addressed as so. his height may be small--- a mere hand’s length--- and appearance taken to look like a kid, but that didn’t mean he was that young of a kid. he was a harbinger of ruin among many, birthed several worldly lifetimes ago--- he was fire and it’s guardian, the Great Rempo! and he didn’t care where this entity crawled out of, but this was uncalled for.
said great ‘being’ floated up to the other’s line of sight, making a point to prove that they were on equal speaking terms. he was no child!
“ even if I knew, I wouldn’t have told you, ” he doesn’t know anyway, “ I ain’t no one’s tourist guide. ”

















