Heads on a science apart

Remi wasn't sure what sort of response he'd expected of the god—indeed as soon as the words left his lips he felt sure he was going to be struck down or cursed once again—but Ludo's reply seemed almost ...impish? Watching as the tendrils of fabric stretched and moved—a gesture the kindly alchemist didn't understand in the least—Remi could only gape with his lips slightly apart. However as the god cloaked himself around the alchemist's shoulders, Remi shivered slightly as he looked from shoulder to shoulder. Was he wearing Ludo? Or was Ludo wearing him? Trying him on for size? Swallowing uncertainly, Remi shrugged his shoulders feeling the weight - or lack thereof - of the cloth around him. Following where the mask nodded, Remi squinted to see the darkened spire peering out of the distance. "I thought as much." Remi murmured, wondering if this conversation would at all convince the likes of Rory and Ronin to let him study the spire in earnest now. Ascended. The bloodfiends that were ... at least, that's the understanding that he and Rory had come to. Comically recoiling backwards (and giving himself quite a few chins as his head lolled back), Remi felt the gentle snap of fabric on his forehead and then... ...then... well. Nothing really. As with Frey's removal of his feelings losing something was not quite the same as simply not remembering it at all. The memory was gone, and there before him was Delphine Rowan. Smirking slightly at the short blonde, the alchemist shook his head. "Something tells me that if Delphine was around she would be quite pleased to know that a god was parading around in her body." Remi said dryly, folding his arms with a skeptical raising of one of his brows. REMI I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me