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Remy hated fighting for no reason. As trained as he was as a fighter, he hated having to fight more than necessary--- but it wasn’t unusual for him to have to back home. Yes, it had been less so here in this... Whatever world he was in now, but now that... Once again that was different, it seemed like he was in something straight out of a fantasy book. Not quite like the wizard books, but not quite sci-fi like Star Trek, or something. Odd, but he was starting to get used to these strange occurrences. And honestly? It wasn’t too different from all the crazy shit that always went down at Westchester.
What he couldn’t get used to was the fact that he currently had a tail. How did Kurt deal with this?
Remy had been minding his own, ready for a fight but finding things were actually somewhat... Calm when he stayed in Xalphina. But one could never be too sure, especially when hearing rustling behind themselves in the middle of the night.
Clawed hands clutching his bostaff, he quickly turns, looking around, “Y’know I hear someone there. Where you hidin’? It ain’t night t’sneak up on ol’ Gambit!”
