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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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Remi shook his head glumly. Pale eyes that should have been shiny with tears were miserable yes, but still clear. It was hard to lament something you could no longer feel. Like a phantom itch or imagined pain, there was nothing within for Remi to grasp onto and point it. Nothing he could grapple with emotionally. Just an emptiness that wasn't quite empty. Already his soul had seemingly filled in the pieces, and though it should have felt like Frye had taken something from him ...
..it didn't.
Which was of course the worst of all.
"Oh, no. Please don't." Remi said immediately with a genuinely bemused smile. "I am truly happy to hear about the two of you."
Does she know.
Remi's jaw clamped down slightly as the urge to lie swept upon him; Ronin was not the only one with old habits to deal with. "He." Remi corrected, though his voice was low and his eyes were downcast. As with telling Vai, though perhaps not with the same amount of certainty, Remi couldn't imagine his friend being upset by this news. Surprised perhaps, but not upset. Even so, given the decades under which he'd constantly lived in a society that forbade precisely the sort of thing he'd just admitted, even now saying it out loud felt risky. "And no ... not yet. He's been difficult to pin down lately..." Remi said, running a hand against the back of his neck and deciding it was better just to come out with it now. Surely Ronin's next question was going to be who is it.
"It's Loren."
R E M I
I followed your ashes into outer space
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
