REMI
"Banned?" Of all the things Finn might have said, this was not one of the ones Remi was expecting. "Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this Finn. But the lot of us you've all been speaking to? We're all quite magically-inclined." Well. Not Phoebe, but if Cian was right about her, she'd be following in Remi and Ronin's footsteps soon enough.
It shouldn't surprise him to see that Finn's body resembles the earlier iteration of his own. Athletic, capable, but nothing to write home about. Save for the multitude of scars that decimate any lingering notion Remi might have had that Finn's life wasn't as difficult as his counterpart was making it out to be. For a moment, the Alchemist is helpless to look away. The nauseating number of them grab his attention, forcing him to look at each and every one to silence their silvery screams. "Sorry." He mumbles after a moment, clearing his throat and looking away. "I hate when people stare at mine." Remi offers. The one across his throat is almost always visible, and given that he's nearly always shirtless during the warmer months in Torchline, the rest usually are too. Still, he hates the pity that accompanies the looks he gets.
"That one." Remi replies, nodding towards the table where, next to Finn's cup, another has appeared. It holds a dark liquid that smells strong and herbal. "Bandages first, though." He says in a softer voice.
It shouldn't surprise him to see that Finn's body resembles the earlier iteration of his own. Athletic, capable, but nothing to write home about. Save for the multitude of scars that decimate any lingering notion Remi might have had that Finn's life wasn't as difficult as his counterpart was making it out to be. For a moment, the Alchemist is helpless to look away. The nauseating number of them grab his attention, forcing him to look at each and every one to silence their silvery screams. "Sorry." He mumbles after a moment, clearing his throat and looking away. "I hate when people stare at mine." Remi offers. The one across his throat is almost always visible, and given that he's nearly always shirtless during the warmer months in Torchline, the rest usually are too. Still, he hates the pity that accompanies the looks he gets.
"That one." Remi replies, nodding towards the table where, next to Finn's cup, another has appeared. It holds a dark liquid that smells strong and herbal. "Bandages first, though." He says in a softer voice.
honest feelings and bad timing
make the most painful combination.
make the most painful combination.
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
