REMI
Remi exhales through his nose at the suggestions, rolling his eyes in a way that is more fond than dismissive, the corner of his mouth tugging upward despite himself. The sound that follows is half sigh, half laugh, worn thin by repetition and entirely unbothered by it. "We have been tossing names around," he admits, glancing briefly at Ronin as though to confirm the shared indecision. "But I think we will know when we meet them."
The onions come out and Remi’s brow furrows immediately, a reflexive suspicion settling in as he watches Kaisel dig through the bag. His expression shifts the moment the crystal ball appears, confusion smoothing into something quieter, something unexpectedly tender as the explanation unfolds. He reaches out when Ronin offers it back, cradling the orb with careful hands, thumbs warm against the cool surface. No part of him considers stepping away, not when the three of them had been present at the memory he's thinking of.
His gaze drifts unfocused, settling somewhere just past the counter as a memory rises without effort, unbidden and immediate. Flora younger, all sharp opinions and too-big confidence, having taken something and brought it back to life. Flora laughing so hard she nearly spills her drink, eyes bright, hair a mess, the world briefly reduced to that sound alone.
When he looks back up, his eyes flick to Sunjata, a brow lifting in quiet invitation as he extends the crystal toward him. "You’re up."
Remi's memory is of [ME] Am I the drama? where Flora re-opened the Hanged Man
The onions come out and Remi’s brow furrows immediately, a reflexive suspicion settling in as he watches Kaisel dig through the bag. His expression shifts the moment the crystal ball appears, confusion smoothing into something quieter, something unexpectedly tender as the explanation unfolds. He reaches out when Ronin offers it back, cradling the orb with careful hands, thumbs warm against the cool surface. No part of him considers stepping away, not when the three of them had been present at the memory he's thinking of.
His gaze drifts unfocused, settling somewhere just past the counter as a memory rises without effort, unbidden and immediate. Flora younger, all sharp opinions and too-big confidence, having taken something and brought it back to life. Flora laughing so hard she nearly spills her drink, eyes bright, hair a mess, the world briefly reduced to that sound alone.
When he looks back up, his eyes flick to Sunjata, a brow lifting in quiet invitation as he extends the crystal toward him. "You’re up."
Remi's memory is of [ME] Am I the drama? where Flora re-opened the Hanged Man
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
