REMI
the alchemist
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
"Huh." Remi hummed thoughtfully. "I've only met her once." He added as if his surprise needed some sort of justification. The portals really did make the world feel strangely small, with how often everyone just came and went.
Tipping the flood a half-wink and then downing the remainder of what was in his glass, the Alchemist closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. The ache in his ribs wasn't going away, but the pain was something he expected making him less inclined to flinch at its bright groans. "Well, I like you more and hate Loren the same amount." Cracking his eyes open a sliver, he gave Sunjata a look. "You're the expert here; how'd I do?"
Tipping the flood a half-wink and then downing the remainder of what was in his glass, the Alchemist closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. The ache in his ribs wasn't going away, but the pain was something he expected making him less inclined to flinch at its bright groans. "Well, I like you more and hate Loren the same amount." Cracking his eyes open a sliver, he gave Sunjata a look. "You're the expert here; how'd I do?"
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.
