& all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along
Loren's note couldn't have come at a more inopportune time. Then again, perhaps it was for the best. The portal to Halo, Ianto's disappearance, the Greatwood made off-limits, the absurdity of being a portal guardian, and the devastation which followed LongNight all made the former duke's correspondence pale in comparison to everything else that demanded the alchemist's attention. It did however make him feel slightly less awkward and intimidated about visiting the Atheneum.
For all of this though, Remi's smile was bright. He'd made a concerted effort to try and reacquaint himself with whoever he'd been before everything came crashing down. Before he'd become a murderer, before he'd become cursed and abandoned (literally), before the world had darkened him. Appearing as he once had been known to do, Remi was dressed simply, managing still to look every bit the part of a mad alchemist. Smudges of grease lined his elbows, dirt on his brow, paint on his shirt and paints. But as it always had, it signaled something happy about the man; mess being his natural habitat and indicator of a happy and focused mind.
Stomping some of the mud off of his boots and hissing vaguely threatening curses under his breath at some dark patches that were squelching their way closer, he quickly made his way into the Atheneum making sure to close the door tightly behind him. Now the task was to find a book on wagon-making, or if that wasn't possible, something on the various terrains that his wagon might need to traverse. He didn't think there would be much in the way of this, but he could check. If nothing else, Jigano would likely sense his presence and appear to help him out.
For all of this though, Remi's smile was bright. He'd made a concerted effort to try and reacquaint himself with whoever he'd been before everything came crashing down. Before he'd become a murderer, before he'd become cursed and abandoned (literally), before the world had darkened him. Appearing as he once had been known to do, Remi was dressed simply, managing still to look every bit the part of a mad alchemist. Smudges of grease lined his elbows, dirt on his brow, paint on his shirt and paints. But as it always had, it signaled something happy about the man; mess being his natural habitat and indicator of a happy and focused mind.
Stomping some of the mud off of his boots and hissing vaguely threatening curses under his breath at some dark patches that were squelching their way closer, he quickly made his way into the Atheneum making sure to close the door tightly behind him. Now the task was to find a book on wagon-making, or if that wasn't possible, something on the various terrains that his wagon might need to traverse. He didn't think there would be much in the way of this, but he could check. If nothing else, Jigano would likely sense his presence and appear to help him out.
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.
