REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi arrives without spectacle, as he tries to do more and more these days, a drink finding its way into his hand almost absently as he listens. His gaze rests on Flora with quiet pride, softened at the edges in a way that has nothing to do with the heat. One hand drifts through his curls as she outlines the options, an old tell of thoughtfulness rather than unease, and when she finally opens the floor, he shifts his weight slightly but does not step forward, content to let his voice travel rather than his body.
"The docks make sense. Visibility is a weapon in its own right." He lifts his glass slightly, not quite gesturing with it, but punctuating the thought. "Is this cannon going to be the sort of thing anyone can use?" His brow tilts faintly. "Or will it be like the stargate, where only Torchline's council can operate ot?" There is no challenge in it, only practical curiosity. "If the point is deterrence, accessibility may matter just as much as placement." But then, Torchline had about as many grudges as it did cocktail bars.
"The docks make sense. Visibility is a weapon in its own right." He lifts his glass slightly, not quite gesturing with it, but punctuating the thought. "Is this cannon going to be the sort of thing anyone can use?" His brow tilts faintly. "Or will it be like the stargate, where only Torchline's council can operate ot?" There is no challenge in it, only practical curiosity. "If the point is deterrence, accessibility may matter just as much as placement." But then, Torchline had about as many grudges as it did cocktail bars.
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.
