REMI
Raising his eyebrows to hear his full name called out, the Bastion straightens, an expression of polite skepticism hardening his features somewhat as he turns to see who it was interrupting his shell gathering. "You have me at a bit of a disadvantage," he chuckles, spying the Tidebreaker rising out of the ocean. "I am not sure I have ever heard your last name." As for what he was looking for? Holding out a handful of black and white shells, Remi nods at them. "It's for a game board I was putting together for Ludo." He explains. "I think I am a few pieces short of a full set." A metaphor for his life if there ever was one.
Placing the shells into the small bag he'd knitted, Remi once again places his hands against his lower back, leaning into the pressure and releasing the muscles which had grown tight from hours spent hunched over.
"How have you been?"
Placing the shells into the small bag he'd knitted, Remi once again places his hands against his lower back, leaning into the pressure and releasing the muscles which had grown tight from hours spent hunched over.
"How have you been?"
There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
Code stolen from Queen Sky
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.
