REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
It would take a few tries before Remi did finally answer. When the door was tugged open, it would be to reveal a dishevelled looking Alchemist, covered in charcoal, wearing only threadbare sweatpants. Of course it could only be Raza on the other side of the door, but still Remi blinked confused green eyes at her for a moment before he stepped aside to let her come in.
"I suppose we should probably rig up some sort of system for that." He muttered under his breath. "Some sort of...light that can be turned on to alert the other when we leave our side...or if that's too obvious, maybe a painting that suddenly becomes crooked so as not to draw attention.." This is all said obviously more to himself than Raza, with Remi's gaze losing focus as his mind wanders inwardly to try and piece together how such a thing could be done.
"I suppose we should probably rig up some sort of system for that." He muttered under his breath. "Some sort of...light that can be turned on to alert the other when we leave our side...or if that's too obvious, maybe a painting that suddenly becomes crooked so as not to draw attention.." This is all said obviously more to himself than Raza, with Remi's gaze losing focus as his mind wanders inwardly to try and piece together how such a thing could be done.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
