bring back the water
"Yes, let the blind man navigate the stairs himself." Remi grumbled with a laugh somewhere behind Ronin. Clunkily Remi managed his way into the basement. Despite the strains of grey that the world had melded into, new places were particularly hard for Remi to see. However as he glanced around, he was pleasantly surprised to see Amalia radiating a soft and colouful aura that let him see her quite clearly. With a boyish smile and a mental pulse of support and affection, Remi narrowed his eyes to try and squint through the darkness to see who else was in attendance. Deimos had a faint outline, and Rory even moreso. Jigano, shockingly, was in more colour than the other two men (except Ronin of course), which made the alchemist pause. Nodding to each of them in turn, Remi decided to leave the pondering of his new-sight to a later time.
Winking at Amalia before taking up a place leaning casually against the wall next to Ronin, the alchemist folded his arms comfortably across his chest. "Isla is outside. She will let me know if any of the Launceleyns come around." Was it likely? Of course not. But then again given the extent of Zariah's background when it came to leadership and torture, at this point Remi wouldn't put anything past her.
Winking at Amalia before taking up a place leaning casually against the wall next to Ronin, the alchemist folded his arms comfortably across his chest. "Isla is outside. She will let me know if any of the Launceleyns come around." Was it likely? Of course not. But then again given the extent of Zariah's background when it came to leadership and torture, at this point Remi wouldn't put anything past her.
let the ships roll in
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.
