REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
The message from Vai is brief, but that’s never been the problem. The problem is usually what follows. She writes that it’s a promise owed, and that it has to be tonight. That Flora needs to be on the boardwalk, that Remi must bring her the letter and ask her to dress nicely, and finally, that he needs to open the door.
Evening spills slowly into Torchline, the heat of the day bleeding into something gentler, but not gone. The boardwalk sighs with the weight of footsteps and laughter, the shouts of vendors growing fewer as the sun begins its slow descent behind the water.
Remi stands just beyond the edge of the foot traffic, hands buried in his pockets, curls already damp from the salt in the air. With a sigh he reaches deep into himself for the magic that will unlock the door to Mort's realm. The air splits like silk drawn taut. The scent of lilies and quiet fills his lungs, and the door begins to open, not with creaking hinges but with certainty. He expects Enzo, or Seraphina perhaps, instead, what steps through is tall and blonde.
Remi’s brows draw low before he even sees the face. And when he does—when it resolves into the pale, poised smugness of Neron Launceleyn, no older than when he last saw him, no less irritating for it, his mouth tightens into a frown before he can help himself.
"Wh-" He begins, before biting it back; his trust in the witch far exceeding his skepticism as to why Neron fucking Launceleyn was getting a free pass for the night.
So with a low breath, Remi steps aside, the edges of the door still glowing behind him, open long enough for this particular ghost to pass through. His arms fold loosely across his chest, not so much in challenge as in bracing.
Remi is using
Magic: Gone but not forgotten | 3x a year can bring back a dead PC (with permission) for one thread.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
to bring backNeron !
Evening spills slowly into Torchline, the heat of the day bleeding into something gentler, but not gone. The boardwalk sighs with the weight of footsteps and laughter, the shouts of vendors growing fewer as the sun begins its slow descent behind the water.
Remi stands just beyond the edge of the foot traffic, hands buried in his pockets, curls already damp from the salt in the air. With a sigh he reaches deep into himself for the magic that will unlock the door to Mort's realm. The air splits like silk drawn taut. The scent of lilies and quiet fills his lungs, and the door begins to open, not with creaking hinges but with certainty. He expects Enzo, or Seraphina perhaps, instead, what steps through is tall and blonde.
Remi’s brows draw low before he even sees the face. And when he does—when it resolves into the pale, poised smugness of Neron Launceleyn, no older than when he last saw him, no less irritating for it, his mouth tightens into a frown before he can help himself.
"Wh-" He begins, before biting it back; his trust in the witch far exceeding his skepticism as to why Neron fucking Launceleyn was getting a free pass for the night.
So with a low breath, Remi steps aside, the edges of the door still glowing behind him, open long enough for this particular ghost to pass through. His arms fold loosely across his chest, not so much in challenge as in bracing.
Remi is using
Magic: Gone but not forgotten | 3x a year can bring back a dead PC (with permission) for one thread.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
to bring back
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
