took a fall from a windy height
"In here." Remi called softly from somewhere within the guild—in one of the lower bathrooms, as it would turn out. Shirtless and covered in no small amount of blood, the alchemist was trying to clean a very infected looking wound while magically holding a mirror so that he might see. Try as he might, the massive chunk Phoebe had taken out of his upper arm combined with Ronin's slashes on his back were inflamed, puss-filled, and in short, extremely angry looking wounds. Isla had done her best, but there was little even a unicorn could do against such darkness. As for Loren's magic? Well. He was stuck in a pit in the fae village. So Remi was on his own to try and tend his wounds.
"Before you say it, I know." He said with a sigh, trying desperately to dab at yellowish-white puss as it oozed out from Phoebe's bite.
"Before you say it, I know." He said with a sigh, trying desperately to dab at yellowish-white puss as it oozed out from Phoebe's bite.
i only learned how to hold on tight
& pray for love enough to last all night
& pray for love enough to last all night
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.
