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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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Remi's fingertips ghosted over his face where he knew that the mask lay against his skin, though he could not longer precisely feel it. The whispers though, that he could feel. Like spider legs inside of his mind, the alchemist mentally recoiled but found that there was no where for him to hide. His fingers danced around his face as he blinked his eyes closed and then open, wondering if the sound would remain persistent. It did, but already the humming was so pervasive that it insidiously settled into his thoughts as if it had always been there, and Remi's mind, quite shockingly, was happy to ignore it.
Blinking, he held up his hands to indicate that he was alright, but that those gathered should not come closer. Looking at them, there seemed to be a hazy swath of images floating around them. Too far away to make it out clearly, the alchemist's eyelashes fluttered beneath the mask as he spun around, wondering if it was just humans that caused this phenomena or if—
—the barrier was gone.
The BARRIER was GONE.
"I can see—" The alchemist cried, taking a shaky step forward. His hands were stretched out before him as if expecting to collide with an invisible barrier at any moment. After only a moment though, he felt the familiar hum in his bones and stopped. Placing a hand to his chest Remi rubbed absently, wishing desperately it was just some sort of itch and not—but no. Pulling the mask up and blinking into the brightness, Remi could quite clearly see that the barrier remained intact.
But with the mask on?
Slipping it back over his eyes, the alchemist inhaled a rush of air. "I can see through the barrier." He called over his shoulder. "It is all so...so alive." The trees, snow laden as they were, were still a green more vivid than anything he'd seen since arriving here. Strange lights danced along the boughs of them, and a bright patch of red was—
—was...
"Ianto?" Remi whispered, forgetting himself and taking a step forward only to reflexively leap back as his bones started to gyrate in his body. "IANTO!" He called more loudly, waving his arms frantically to try and get the foxes attention.
REMI
Where do you go when you're right next to me?
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.