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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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08-19-2019, 12:21 PM (This post was last modified: 08-19-2019, 12:24 PM by Remi.)
Remi's body wasn't terribly tired, though his mind was. Though he'd never voiced it, the alchemist had the absurd hope that once the plants had been entirely cleared away and their poison gone, Ronin would simply...be better. He hadn't of course and while Remi knew it wasn't likely, he hadn't anticipated just how much of a defeat their victory would prove to be.
Killing the plants had done absolutely nothing. Ronin was still dying. Only now, Remi hadn't any idea what to try next.
Unsure who Remi was trying to stay strong for, himself or Ronin, the sudden hug made the alchemist tremble against his husband as he pressed his forehead down against Ronin's shoulder. Arms pulling the man tightly against him, weary or no, Remi sighed a ragged breath against him and shook his head. "Of all the ways I might die, I think been buried is least likely." He said in a dry voice. Earth magic had long since been his strongest power after all, but he took Ronin's point. "I just...I would not be able to rest if the entire place had been buried and there was even a chance of one of those plants being left alive. Even though..." Pulling back, Remi swept away a dark clump of hair to stare deeply into Ronin's eyes. Too dark. Too many lines on his face. An angry sort of weariness. It was all still there. "..you do not feel any differently, do you."
Not a question. An observation.
Яemi
I'm holding on to all the pieces of my heart's debris
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.