Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
Remi felt the way that others must when he tried to explain complex spacial reasoning problems. In his mind Remi simply saw the way things fit together—physically anyways—and was often at a loss as to how to explain the physical world to those who didn't have the immediate comprehension that he seemed too. Similarly Bastien seemed to just so easily pull at the threads of what Remi had suggested, unraveling his notions and ideas like a parent speaking to a child. Rather than being put off by this though, Remi perked up, pale eyes wide with fascination as he tried to follow the musically-cadenced words leaving his friends lips.
"I suppose that is true. Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence." The alchemist said with a studious nod. As for the idea that not only was there one hidden god, but perhaps many? With one ultimate creature? It was a bit much for Remi's rather scientific mind to even imagine. "I...I cannot say. I had never even considered it before coming here. Though...Frey was unlike anything I have ever seen. They...they were indescribable, and I do mean that literally. Though they appeared naked I am quite sure that I could not describe even remotely what it was they looked like." It was difficult to put into the words the kaleidoscope of features that the deity seemed to possess, and so Remi merely shook his head to indicate his inability to offer more. "And Ludo...It wore a mask and ... fabric that seemed to possess life of its own. If they had an image, I am quite sure we bear no likeness. But your Safrin ... you painted her? And she looked as we do?"
Just as Remi was about to applaud the notion of Bastien being a king, the mention that the two of them were married followed so swiftly by the notion that they might equally hate each other caught the alchemist quite mentally off balance. Running a hand from the nape of his neck forward through his curls, Remi laughed helplessly as he shook his head with awestruck confusion. "Do you really think so?" He asked in earnest. It was one thing to suggest that were Remi's life slightly different he might have ended up on a slightly different path, but his lack of any sort of education resulted in his inability to comprehend the sort of metaphysical branching that the artist was trying to suggest.
"I have never heard of them, but then, people like me did not receive an education where I come from." Though the alchemist was rarely anything but honest, still his words were tinged with a hint of embarrassment. Especially after so much time spent with Loren who'd had the finest tutors—and was a duke of course—the fact that all Remi knew had been taught to himself had never escaped him.
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.
