Bigger, Better, Stronger

Happy to leave his undigested thoughts about Loren's comings and goings for another time, Remi happily let Ronin swing the conversation to the echo. As Ronin straightened, Remi hunched forward. Picking up the coin in his hands 9it would take a while before magic was somehow second nature), he tilted his head quizzically. In his mind he was trying to work out the logistics of altering a magical object. Nibbling the inside of his lip, the alchemist narrowed his eyes and hummed thoughtfully to himself. Whether this was a trait he'd always possessed or one he'd picked up from Loren when the magician was practicing magic even Remi couldn't say anymore. Without any sort of physical pieces to pull apart and work with, at first the alchemist was a bit stumped as to how to motivate the pieces into doing something other than what they'd been magically constructed to do. But then an idea occurred to him. Surely the way to alter a magical item was with magic? The thing he'd met in the swamp had unlocked more than just nightmares and the ability to move things with his mind. He'd also apparently been given the ability to create. How the ability worked he couldn't quite say, other than that he'd more or less discovered it had a particular scope and range. Focusing intently on the coin, the alchemist closed his eyes to visualize what he wanted. Using his new magic, he'd try to imbue the object with the ability to create sound with a much wider circumference than what it had when Ronin had brought it in. remi At another place in time, you were infinitely mine