dented metal

if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right

Tilting his head to the side, Remi watched as the hulking form before him was suddenly swaddled in feathers. It was blurry to be sure, without definition or clarity, but there was enough for the alchemist to know what it was he was seeing. The site of which brought a wide smile to his face. "Well then." He whispered, shattered stare trickling up from the last remnants of plumage to where it morphed back into dark locks. "Welcome to the club." With a cheery chuckle, Remi gave an understanding nod. "Flying is quite something. Alone or with others it..." Swallowing, for a moment Remi let his eyes slip shut. Now knowing Deimos shared the attuned-bond, the alchemist pulsed images of a shining sea below. Water flashing off of waves, the smell of ozone and the buoyant thermals that came after thunderstorms. Inhaling again as if being able to taste the things he was imagining, he let his eyes slip back open with a crooked but endearing smile.

As the conversation meandered back around, Remi's expression grew serious once again as he nodded thoughtfully. "I have a piece of glass Safrin gave me. It is made to see through god-level illusions. Originally I thought perhaps that might help during LongNight but..I wonder if the only illusions are just the mimicry and not the monster's actual appearances?" With a weary smile, Remi tried not to exhale the stream of frustration that he wanted to. "It...I have never been in a situation before where I—we—cannot test anything before hand. It is all speculation, and I admit last year I was...preoccupied." With Sam. With Isla's death. With Vanya and Ronin. With Lucas' stealing Ludo's mask.