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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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The alchemist tilted his head slightly with confusion. "Or...on your own." He added, his uncertainty rifling into the words slightly and making his accent sound slightly thicker than it had been. The assumption being that either Sam already knew what it did, or simply did not want his help. The more time he spent with the bookmaker the harder and harder it was for Remi to try and connect the dots between the two.
"Sam—" He called out, a hand reaching immediately for the ascended's shoulder just as a branch cracked in the distance. Trying to pull the man to a stop, Remi remembered himself and yanked his hand back as if it had been burned, wincing slightly at his own awkwardness and offering the bookmaker an apologetic smile.
"I did try and look. But...watch—" He whispered, pointing through the path that they were currently on. In the distance, the hedges ominously rearranged themselves like silent and interlocked pieces that could slide back and forth on a whim. With a sigh, the alchemist tried to find Sam's gaze, his expression worn and yet somehow still radiant in the moonlight. "We both know what the best way to return is. It is just ... " Remi swallowed, shaking his head slightly as if trying to settle his thoughts, before looking into Sam's eyes. "You have told me a little, but I do not know what I was to you, or what you were to me. I cannot understand it now, and for that I am sorry. Truly." For a moment Remi's eyes lowered, as if considering taking the bookmakers hand. In the end though, he ruffled a hand through his hair and gazed up at the moon for a moment instead. "You know how it feels when you bite me...and...I know that I have experienced it before, with you even, but I do not remember it. This feels new, and honestly, terrifying." He admitted with a boyish and easy laugh, his brows creasing as he implored Sam to understand.
"I am sorry I am not who I was." Remi concluded after a moment with a melancholy sigh.
Яemi
But now it's happily ever never. I guess now I know better
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.