Semi-charmed kind of life

Lion and hawk though he might be, the alchemist was rarely overly aware of his surroundings. Often too lost in thought as he was now, he hardly heard Kalt approach until the assassin called out his name. ”Mmm?” Remi mumbled to himself, turning his head to see the man approaching. Flashing him a sunny smile, Remi tapped his fingers over his biceps and allowed his grin to go lopsided as he nodded in agreement. ”More than a hand, I think.” The alchemist chuckled, turning his gaze back to the door before him. Reaching out to turn the current door knob to demonstrate just how ineffective it was, the alchemist sighed slightly. ”I can do this-“ In his hand, a brand new knob and fixture appeared. With a sigh laced with amusement, Remi glanced back towards Kalt. “But there is the small matter of the current knob being all but fused to the wood. I am not sure there is a way of removing it that does not entail removing the door and replacing it as well.” When Remi had been ‘gifted’ this magic, truly he thought he’d be capable of anything. Quickly he was learning that creating something from nothing was perhaps not as all-powerful as he thought it to be. As evidence by the fact that he was currently being outwitted by a rotten and warped door. remi Every now and then the things I lean on lose their meaning And I find myself careening in places where I should not let me go