REMI
the alchemist
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
It's no wonder Remi doesn't notice Sunjata, all coils and loops. Turning towards the voice even though it only rings out in his mind, he narrows his eyes at the serpent for a moment before smirking. "A snake. Is there anything you aren't, these days?" Despite the curve of his lips, there isn't much humour in his voice. "I feel it." He agrees dryly, pressing a talon into the fleshy bit of his palm to cut through the anger that still builds in his chest.
"Ronin mentioned...that the ring isn't always used just for training. That where you come from it...that fighting can be therapeutic." Not one known for elegant words at the best of times, now Remi's voice is stilted and distracted. Running a hand through his curls to push the hair from his face, he sighs and gives the flood a level stare. "I really want to beat the shit out of something." He said honestly, appearing strangely wounded and reluctant for it.
"Ronin mentioned...that the ring isn't always used just for training. That where you come from it...that fighting can be therapeutic." Not one known for elegant words at the best of times, now Remi's voice is stilted and distracted. Running a hand through his curls to push the hair from his face, he sighs and gives the flood a level stare. "I really want to beat the shit out of something." He said honestly, appearing strangely wounded and reluctant for it.
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
