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There was something entirely cathartic about having his hands in the dirt. Remi didn't mind at all the soil staining the knees of his pants, the way grime was accumulating faster and faster, or how with every errant swipe of a curl, smears of black were distributed in abstract patterns across his face. Weary as he was, when he lost his focus in the earth he thought he could perhaps dig forever.
Until of course a waterfall of 'ceiling' fell before him, entirely halting his process.
Scampering backwards and shaking earthen debris from his curls, Remi glanced over his shoulder towards Deimos with an uncertain frown. Standing and stretching his arms up to feel for the ceiling, he closed his eyes slightly as magic seeped through his fingers. "I...could make an arch-way of stone above the soil. Or below it, I suppose." No. Wait. That was precisely the point of the support beams. Shaking his head and rubbing an ear onto his shoulder that both deposited dirt and then merely smeared it around, Remi shook his head wearily.
"Or...should we just increase the number of supports, then?"
Until of course a waterfall of 'ceiling' fell before him, entirely halting his process.
Scampering backwards and shaking earthen debris from his curls, Remi glanced over his shoulder towards Deimos with an uncertain frown. Standing and stretching his arms up to feel for the ceiling, he closed his eyes slightly as magic seeped through his fingers. "I...could make an arch-way of stone above the soil. Or below it, I suppose." No. Wait. That was precisely the point of the support beams. Shaking his head and rubbing an ear onto his shoulder that both deposited dirt and then merely smeared it around, Remi shook his head wearily.
"Or...should we just increase the number of supports, then?"
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.
