for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
As the door went up, vaguely Remi wondered if his magic was strong enough to simply close it again. Would that count as a forfeit? Did the alchemist even care? Scrubbing at his eyes and stepping forward into the light, the alchemist glanced up into the sea of blurry faces that happily cheered him (them?) on.
In an unfamiliar setting, it was almost impossible for the alchemist to discern any real details. He was in what seemed to be a crude amphitheater, his opponent having seemingly come out just as he had done. The shock of red hair which to him, looked nearly like pure fire bleeding across his field of vision brought a small smile to his face.
"Melita?" He called with a boyish curiosity.
In an unfamiliar setting, it was almost impossible for the alchemist to discern any real details. He was in what seemed to be a crude amphitheater, his opponent having seemingly come out just as he had done. The shock of red hair which to him, looked nearly like pure fire bleeding across his field of vision brought a small smile to his face.
"Melita?" He called with a boyish curiosity.
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.
