if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right
"Deimos, come and see this." Remi said excitedly, looking up. Gesturing enthusiastically for the big man to take a seat, Remi held up what looked to simply be a children's block used for spelling. "Ahh—" He said as if needing to focus the Sword's attention as a talon appeared from the end of one of the alchemist's fingers. Scraping deep into the block and chipping off flakes and flecks of wood and paint, Remi placed it back down. "And now—" Pulling out a small bag, Remi reached in and removed a small punch of greyish dust. Looking up at Deimos with delight in his shattered stare, he grinned widely.
Sprinkling the powder on the toy, the crack instantly knitted itself back together, making it look good as new. "Ah!" He exclaimed joyfully before glancing up again at the Sword to see if his reaction of the same boyish caliber.
Sprinkling the powder on the toy, the crack instantly knitted itself back together, making it look good as new. "Ah!" He exclaimed joyfully before glancing up again at the Sword to see if his reaction of the same boyish caliber.
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.
