REMI
the alchemist
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
The need for more blood is overwhelming as the coppery-sweet scent of it rises into Remi's nostrils (that look decidedly more leonine now). Again the urge to find out for himself whether or not his tongue can peel blubber from bone the way it can flesh sings to the surface, and the alchemist clamps his teeth down on his own tongue to keep himself from finding out. "Because unlike Loren, I at least think about the things I do I know I can't take back." He spits in response, the venom in his tone meant for the Launceleyn and not the flood.
Indeed the alchemist does fall, paying little attention to much save for the closeness of Sunjata and the blood in his mouth that threatens to drive him mad. Hitting the sand with a dull thud that knocks the air from his lungs, Remi silently gasps for breath with ears pinned tight against curls and mane.
"WHAT?!" It wasn't that Remi thought himself special in witnessing Loren's fake-suicide; that Loren had been thoughtless and manipulative enough to stoop to such methods twice? That stopped his breathing more succinctly than the fall to the floor had. His blank stare said as much as any poorly strung together series of expletives might have. "How have you not killed him?" Remi whispered, his talons digging into the sand.
Considering the flood's question as his breath slowly came back, Remi just shook his head. "I could ban him from Torchline." He said slowly, eyes narrowed. Glancing up at Sunjata to see what 'therapist' might think of this, he made his way to his feet with a wince at the grating pain in his side.
Indeed the alchemist does fall, paying little attention to much save for the closeness of Sunjata and the blood in his mouth that threatens to drive him mad. Hitting the sand with a dull thud that knocks the air from his lungs, Remi silently gasps for breath with ears pinned tight against curls and mane.
"WHAT?!" It wasn't that Remi thought himself special in witnessing Loren's fake-suicide; that Loren had been thoughtless and manipulative enough to stoop to such methods twice? That stopped his breathing more succinctly than the fall to the floor had. His blank stare said as much as any poorly strung together series of expletives might have. "How have you not killed him?" Remi whispered, his talons digging into the sand.
Considering the flood's question as his breath slowly came back, Remi just shook his head. "I could ban him from Torchline." He said slowly, eyes narrowed. Glancing up at Sunjata to see what 'therapist' might think of this, he made his way to his feet with a wince at the grating pain in his side.
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.
