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Now that the artisan's guild was no longer under his jurisdiction, Remi found himself spending more and more time in his own little shop. It wasn't that after having given over the reins the alchemist was pulling away from the guild, moreso that he was allowing himself a bit of time to indulge in his own crazy schemes—far away from the precious creations of others that he might endanger. Only apparently he wasn't the only one who wanted to spend a bit of time in the shop. Opening the door, the alchemist watched with a gentle amusement as memory mud sludged its way over the floors. Some of it was currently chewing its way up one of the shelves and seemed to be considering devouring one of Remi's inventions. "Oh, I would not do that were I you." He warned with a smirk. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space