this is the start, even if we don't know where we are
That the alchemist wouldn't come was absurd. Not only was Rexanna one of the first 'other' outlanders he'd met, but after so many bizarre encounters between the two of them (so many sexual, strangely), not to mention her help with his own wedding (Aoife would likely have come in a sack, had the decision been left to Ronin rather the Penumbra), nearly nothing would have stopped him from lending whatever help he could.
Not even Loren, much as a lump appeared in his throat at the sight of the other man.
Swallowing it away and brandishing an easy boyish smile for the pair of them, Remi closed the door behind him, heading towards the duo with two bottles of wine. "I know it is not the same...ahh..now, but I could not resist." The alchemist chuckled, winking at the bride to be, before offering a crooked smile to Loren. Setting the bottles down, the alchemist glanced towards the summoner with eyebrows softly raised. Remi's creation magic was unparalleled and yet...something in him deferred to mage. "Would you?" Nodding towards the bottles and the lack of anything to drink the wine from, he smiled.
Turning to the fabrics, Remi tutted dramatically under his breath before shaking his head. "Ah! Mio Dio! Cara! So much fabric! You must let your beauty shine!" He sang out, his imitation of Bastien likely growing old, but it was hard to resist.
Not even Loren, much as a lump appeared in his throat at the sight of the other man.
Swallowing it away and brandishing an easy boyish smile for the pair of them, Remi closed the door behind him, heading towards the duo with two bottles of wine. "I know it is not the same...ahh..now, but I could not resist." The alchemist chuckled, winking at the bride to be, before offering a crooked smile to Loren. Setting the bottles down, the alchemist glanced towards the summoner with eyebrows softly raised. Remi's creation magic was unparalleled and yet...something in him deferred to mage. "Would you?" Nodding towards the bottles and the lack of anything to drink the wine from, he smiled.
Turning to the fabrics, Remi tutted dramatically under his breath before shaking his head. "Ah! Mio Dio! Cara! So much fabric! You must let your beauty shine!" He sang out, his imitation of Bastien likely growing old, but it was hard to resist.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
