all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
Clearing his throat, Remi looked down at his fingers, splaying them outwards as if the answer to the summoner's question was somewhere in his palms. "Well..The creation magic. I...I can create quite a few magical items. I can transmute them, as well." By quite a few, he actually meant an unprecedented 12. "There's the telekinesis as well. And.." He felt so uncomfortable, having more to say. "I can compel animals to do the things I ask of them. Not companions or mythical creatures, but most others. And I am fairly good with the earth." Remi swallowed and looked away, his hands rubbing at his forearms as his eyes scoured the landscape, trying to decide. There was one another. Something new. Something he didn't entirely understand.
Giving Loren an incredulous look, Remi let a slow smile pull at his lips. "Am I losing my memories again, or did you not just nearly kill me?" He asked in a dry tone, though his pale eyes sparked wickedly with mirth. "Ahh yes. And perhaps, "..and whatever else Loren has been thinking of that day." Frowning softly, the alchemist tilted his head to the side. "They do not feel pain?" He repeated slowly. Perhaps it was simply his connection to the animal kingdom that made Loren's description seem so unnatural, but it made something inside of his body chill and contract at the thought.
"What point is a friendship without a little danger? Although I suppose next time I throw myself at you I will plan on being much larger." He said with an easy shrug, forcing his mind to rise swiftly above the lingering implications of what he'd said and grin through it. "It was going to be a lion you know, but I thought you would catch me better as a raccoon. How wrong I was." He lamented with a laugh.
"Judgey." Remi sniffed, as if offended. And as the silence stretched and Loren made no attempt to either accept or reject the implications of the alchemist's offer, he tilted his head with a brow raised as if encouraging the summoner to put the pieces together. "...and so if you are thinking what I think you are thinking, you would not need to be bit." Unless of course, like Remi had, the summoner would find (though wouldn't admit, as Remi had), that he liked being bit.
Giving Loren an incredulous look, Remi let a slow smile pull at his lips. "Am I losing my memories again, or did you not just nearly kill me?" He asked in a dry tone, though his pale eyes sparked wickedly with mirth. "Ahh yes. And perhaps, "..and whatever else Loren has been thinking of that day." Frowning softly, the alchemist tilted his head to the side. "They do not feel pain?" He repeated slowly. Perhaps it was simply his connection to the animal kingdom that made Loren's description seem so unnatural, but it made something inside of his body chill and contract at the thought.
"What point is a friendship without a little danger? Although I suppose next time I throw myself at you I will plan on being much larger." He said with an easy shrug, forcing his mind to rise swiftly above the lingering implications of what he'd said and grin through it. "It was going to be a lion you know, but I thought you would catch me better as a raccoon. How wrong I was." He lamented with a laugh.
"Judgey." Remi sniffed, as if offended. And as the silence stretched and Loren made no attempt to either accept or reject the implications of the alchemist's offer, he tilted his head with a brow raised as if encouraging the summoner to put the pieces together. "...and so if you are thinking what I think you are thinking, you would not need to be bit." Unless of course, like Remi had, the summoner would find (though wouldn't admit, as Remi had), that he liked being bit.
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.
