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The alchemist was soon to follow. He looked...unimpressed. His sunny smiles had been seen more regularly than prior to LongNight, but now he looked entirely soured and boyishly unhappy as he pushed the door open. Chewing the inside of his lip, he offered Jigano a weary nod. Everything that might have been said as a preamble already had been in the Sage's note. The dream. The items. The task. As it was the alchemist was already indebted to one god. He'd agreed to that. This? No.
Amalia made sense, given that she was a natural. Jigano too, given what Remi took his ambitions and experience to be. Phoebe, he could make a case for. But himself? He wanted no part of this. He wanted the portals to be opened.
He wanted the sea and to be as far away with Ronin as he could.
"I suppose there is no point in saying much until the others arrive." He said, sitting down at the table and anxiously rubbing a finger against the wood grain.
Amalia made sense, given that she was a natural. Jigano too, given what Remi took his ambitions and experience to be. Phoebe, he could make a case for. But himself? He wanted no part of this. He wanted the portals to be opened.
He wanted the sea and to be as far away with Ronin as he could.
"I suppose there is no point in saying much until the others arrive." He said, sitting down at the table and anxiously rubbing a finger against the wood grain.
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.
