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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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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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In almost everything, Sam seemed to rush. Through his words, through his emotions, but if this...well. If this was meant to be a try, Remi wanted him to slow. And so, as his fingers found Sam's hand—still that too-precisely luke-warm, but at least with feeling—Remi gently laced fingers through the bookmakers, taking a moment before closing them all together and letting the tips brush softly against the top of Sam's hand.
But as they neared the door and his hand was released in order to open, gesture, and turn the sign to close, Remi smiled to himself, then widened that smile for Sam. "It?" Remi quipped over his shoulder, a playful smile on his lips as he moved towards the familiar stares. "Oh, did I?" Remi asked, brows furrowing as he tried to recall why. But then of course, a lion bounding up and down might be a bit frightening. The attuned simply assumed that upon hearing the roar of a creature who did not belong in the upper floor of a shop, the rest of Sam's helpers would have just assumed what Remi was and gotten on with their tasks. "Ahh, sorry Sam. Please, apologize to them if you —" Trailing off, Remi closed his eyes with a sigh. Jigano.
Reckless.
As he neared the top of the stairs and the intimate set-up was revealed, Remi offered his friend a crooked smile, one that dimpled his cheeks and caused his eyes to sparkle warmly. "It's lovely Sam. And yes, it will be nice to speak here. With you."
Glancing at the tea, Remi gave the ascended a curious sort of half-smile, motioning to one of the chairs as if asking for permission. "You said the tea was for both of us? So then you.." For a moment the alchemist hesitated. That Sam had already taken the patch was perhaps one reason he could tell the man who it was who had created it. But, perhaps not quite so soon. Still Remi worried that Sam would think he'd only done it for his own selfishness, and given that Sam had said this date came without expectations, Remi did not want to complicate things so early by potentially adding some.
REMI
I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows
Oh but it's too late now, I let you get too close
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
