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Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
The nose knows, maybe.
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the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
Played by: Odd
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06-15-2019, 01:51 AM
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission. the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
Played by: shark
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06-15-2019, 02:12 AM
A M A L I A
Amalia eases the staff into his hands, watching with rapt fascination as his fingers work across it, touching wood and finding secrets she herself does not know. She wishes she could touch a thing and know it, the way he seems to, though perhaps she is gifted in her own way. Still, bread-making is a far cry from the production of stars; Amalia is awed by the ability to create, as eager as a child to see what he will do. She stands beside him and reaches out, placing her hand over his on the staff. Brow furrowed, she wrinkles her nose thoughtfully, looking over the length of it to garner where her hand best lands. "Maybe a quarter?" Amalia answers uncertainly, looking over the staff which stands a couple inches shorter than her. "I've always gone for small, lighter options. Not quite strong enough to use a quarterstaff very well." Ruefully she grins, laughter in her voice, nudging him gently with her elbow to demonstrate her weakness. "What will you do with it?" Amalia asks, genuinely curious as she stands beside Remi, wondering what inventions he has built in his mind. It is strange, the fierce camaraderie she feels so easily toward the man, born perhaps from shared feline natures, or the ease of an anxious individual who finally has found someone who asks for nothing but her smile. the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
Played by: Odd
Change author: Posts: 10,848 | Total: 16,466 MP: 1359
06-15-2019, 02:21 AM
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission. the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
Played by: shark
Change author: Posts: 3,098 | Total: 4,614 MP: 2580 A M A L I A
"I've never had a potential business partner before." The statement is made with an insecure laugh as she reaches up nervously to grab her arm. Friends, jokes, business partners... it is all so new, and it feels so fragile, no matter how many smiles or moments they share. Amalia is terrified of pushing too hard, breaking the bridges she has carefully built. But Remi is made of stronger stuff, and the awkwardness easily rolls away. She listens to him explain the antlers, nodding thoughtfully with pursed lips. "What if the antlers were woven into the wood? Do you think they would keep the same properties?" The idea of counterbalance is strangely soothing, Remi's teaching reminding her of days when her mother would try to drill in those properties, to force her to learn about science and mass. Maybe if she had listened more, then... Sighing, she shrugs, pushing hard thoughts away. She takes the staff at his instruction, feeling the weight of it, the lack of balance. And then a soft "Oh," of wonder leaves her lips, her sable gaze growing wide as she watches the wood shift and change. Having grown up in a world of magic it seems foolish for her to be so awed, but she is, again and again and again, as things are mass is made from nothing and the world shifts and changes. "It... it feels heavy on top still... but it's starting to balance out." Thoughtfully she passes the staff between her hands, delighting in the way it adjusts to settle in fingers, the shifting of the weight into a more comfortable form. the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
Played by: Odd
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06-19-2019, 04:04 PM
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission. the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
Played by: shark
Change author: Posts: 3,098 | Total: 4,614 MP: 2580 A M A L I A
Silently the baker watches as the staff begins to change, antlers running like rivers back among the wood. Her breath catches in abject wonder as Remi spins his skills, dark eyes wide and fascinated, awed by the display of power, of finesse. The artistry is seamless: glowing veins of crimson ignite beneath the brown, smooth to Amalia's hesitant touch, warm and pleasant and perfectly right. She cannot say how much time passes, but she is delighted to spend it thus, watching the gift unfold before her, an unexpected offering which squeezes at her heart. At last he comes to, pale eyes blinking, and though he cannot see it the baker's smile is radiant, vibrant in the summer day. "It's amazing!" Remi may be slow to praise himself, but Amalia is quick to admire her friends, all the confidence she does not feel in herself bestowed with ardor upon those she loves. "You truly are a man of many skills." She throws her arms around him then, a sudden and heartfelt hug of gratitude, appreciation for his kindness too great for simple words. Pulling back, Amalia beams, running her hands over the staff. 'And now?' he says, as if this is not enough, as if he has not already given her a surprisingly beautiful gift. It is not avarice which makes her pursue, but curiosity now, a sense of wonder and fascination for the depth of his prowess. "What else can you do?" she asks him earnestly, bubbly with possibility, tilting her head like a child. "Could you make it spark? Or grow blades? Or maybe it can shoot rainbows!" She laughs, delighted, before a true idea strikes. "Or what about... could you make it so it can heal people?" Amalia remembers the night of the Spark Perch, when Rory had fallen and burnt and bled. She had been useless to help him, unable to heal. To have an item with those properties, well... She sucks in a hopeful breath, her dark eyes trained anxiously on Remi. the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
Played by: Odd
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06-25-2019, 04:17 PM
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission. the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
Played by: shark
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06-26-2019, 08:31 PM
A M A L I A
For you, anything. What an oddly intimate statement; Amalia does not know how to react. Why? her mind screams, rallies and wonders. Why me? What did I do to deserve your friendship, your generosity, your trust? Perhaps a little of it sneaks through their mental bond, an unspoken pulse in her budding abilities, amazement and gratitude and a strange sort of closeness. It's good he cannot see her face, because there are tears there, bright behind her blinking eyes, surprise and warmth and happiness staining her cheeks a vibrant red. He listens to her suggestions with a boyish smile, and when she mentions healing he does not say no. Helping him find the staff once more, Amalia tilts her head and waits, watching as power grows in his hands. She has never seen anyone like this, outlander or natural, and a low exhale escapes her lips as he works, magic coursing through his fingers, brightness in his palms. Dark eyes watch in slight concern as sweat appears upon his brow; she is about to stop him, to tell him it is not worth it, when his eyes flutter open once again. "Are you alright?" Amalia asks, reaching out to grasp his arm, to lead him down to the blanket below. "You were incredible. You've certainly earned all the bread you can ever eat!" She laughs, leaning over unconsciously to push the hair out of his face, away from the stick sweat. It is an intimate action, but not romantic: how she might have treated her family, a brother, if only she had been gifted with one. the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
Played by: Odd
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07-01-2019, 04:00 PM
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission. the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
Played by: shark
Change author: Posts: 3,098 | Total: 4,614 MP: 2580
07-04-2019, 01:07 AM
A M A L I A
Amalia grins as Remi flops back, letting the boy rest while she sets about fixing a plate for him, piling it high with fresh-baked scones and a healthy serving of blackberry jam before placing it tantalizingly under his nose, a playful enticement for him to partake. As Remi sets about his meal, Amalia sets her own plate. She has brought meat as well, smoked grouse from Deimos; it sits beside some fresh-picked peas and carrots from the garden. Sighing contentedly the girl bites into a slice of oat loaf, taking time to chew in silence and enjoy the fading day. So they sit, for a time, Amalia telling Remi the stories of her childhood, recounting the adventures had in this garden, the way it used to be when her grandmother was alive. She tries to paint a vivid picture, describing bees and flowers and fruit, singing scenes of youthful indiscretions into life. By the time the sun begins to set and the alchemist rises to go home Amalia is happy, her chest a little lighter, relieved to have spent a peaceful day in the company of good friends. "Ronin said I should come to the guild" she tells Remi as he prepares to leave, smiling shyly and pushing back her hair. "So... maybe we'll do this at your place, next time?" Wrapping him in a sudden hug, she presses a kiss against his cheek before pulling away and squeezing his hand. "Thank you for today, Remi. I.... I didn't realize how much I needed a friend." the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
Played by: Odd
Change author: Posts: 10,848 | Total: 16,466 MP: 1359
07-04-2019, 04:46 PM
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