maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Hating the unbridled terror he felt from the luxere's prey-mind, Remi left the creature in a rush of unhappiness. Perhaps he should have stayed, should have given Ronin all he could have, but dark as the Alchemist might have become, there were certain things he simply couldn't do. To certain people, anyways.
As the luxere flailed, the lion charged after. Adding fire into the mixture to give the ghostly creature a halo of heat, it snapped its jaws, roaring a blood-curdling scream. Back in his own body now, Remi blinked at the scene before him, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and self-loathing.
But still, there was more he could do.
Trying to force the luxere forward with fire and leonine spirits, Remi would create the illusion of Fiat Lux in all its terrifying splendour. Ronin hadn't been there to see of course, but he know would. How the cries of laughter turned to screams. How the colours of the festival were suddenly swamped with red. How spears of ice were thrust into the crowd.
As the luxere flailed, the lion charged after. Adding fire into the mixture to give the ghostly creature a halo of heat, it snapped its jaws, roaring a blood-curdling scream. Back in his own body now, Remi blinked at the scene before him, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and self-loathing.
But still, there was more he could do.
Trying to force the luxere forward with fire and leonine spirits, Remi would create the illusion of Fiat Lux in all its terrifying splendour. Ronin hadn't been there to see of course, but he know would. How the cries of laughter turned to screams. How the colours of the festival were suddenly swamped with red. How spears of ice were thrust into the crowd.
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
