<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/25/Calcifermini.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Calcifer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>--<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Considering a drink<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Landlord Rowlet, Robin (+ Kay), Mimi, Mirabelle<br/><hr/><br/>Well, that was a little awkward. He had intended for the pulse to just be an act of intimidation as it built up, but the blast had fired in the end. Blowing the sand castles away. He mouthed a small sorry to Robin as it seemed to have set off a chain of tiny sneezing fits with her kid, but things seemed to be fine in most other regards.<br/><br/>Aside from - perhaps - the Landlord. Who got thrown with ease across the way, rolling through one of the doors by the Primeape. His lips curve into a small grin at her comment about learning Ice Punch, keeping back a chuckle that threatened to leave him.<strong>"Throat Chop might help too,"</strong>he mused, though a part of him wondered where that would even connect on the blobs of sand.<br/><br/>After grabbing up his bag again, Calcifer found himself pulling up to the rear of the group and leaned against one of the walls in the corridor, his wings folding back against his sides now that there seemed to be a lull in combat. Keen on hearing the response to at least half of Robin's inquiry. Because once the matter of getting settled into their new accommodations had been settled - assuming there actually were any - he had planned to take a nice long trip out into the floating city. Perhaps grab a drink somewhere to help deal with the headache that the afternoon had seemed to develop into.<br/><br/><strong>"Just to check, you <em>are</em> Remington, right?"</strong>he asked up finally as he stood there, considering the owl. They probably should have returned his glasses at this point too. If the was who they thought he was. And not just another diversion.