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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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How were you supposed to go about finding someone when...everyone had just sprawled? Especially given that Remi was now limping about on one crutch unable to shift (he'd tried that once while being bandaged, and apparently sutures and bandages did not transfer when one shifted). Vai had said that Ashe and Alistair were finding their own way in this new world...but the alchemist had seen the man with his arm around another woman. Right in front of Ashe! And then the pair had jumped from the Bone Bridge like giggling children. It had been upsetting to see—perhaps because of his current situation—but he needed to make sure that Ashe was alright.
And so Remi walked.
It was slow going moving on his one crutch, but Remi's mind was full of things to ponder over and ruminate about that a little time spent wandering hardly seemed a bother. There was Loren's utter absence, what the god Frey had done, what the god Ludo had done, nearly attacking Vai, being unable to handle his lion-shift multiple times...Remi sighed. The list was incomplete but already it felt endless and arduous. Pausing in the middle of the street, the alchemist ran a hand across his eyes and leaned heavily against the crutch. He thought of the tranquilizers that Isla had given him and wondered if they would ever be necessary, and if so, who should have them? Ronin probably and Vai...but would it become necessary for everyone Remi was around to have precautions against him?
Sighing again, Remi continued onwards, eyes scanning in earnest for the blue-eyed raven-haired woman he sought.
