Funny how it all played out

REMI

All along the port were men and woman alike bartering, flirting, fishing, and otherwise getting on with life, such as it was in Torchline. There was a shout of something profane, a moment of tense silence, and then a rowdy chorus of laughter that bubbled up from the docks with a certain mad alchemist in its wake. "Right, right. Well if you think tentacles are something to marvel over, ask Ronin to show you his two-for-one trick." The implications of this were clear to all listening, and there was a good deal of nudging and dirty looks to be had between the men Remi was leaving behind.

Shirtless and scarred, Remi hoisted a net filled with a floundering cloud-manta over his broad shoulders. He looked good, in a clearly-sleeps-on-the-beach sort of way. Though there was a smile on his lips it didn't reach his eyes, and all traces of boyish good humour were entirely gone from his sun-shaded face. Offering a jaunty middle-finger to the crew of dirty-faced men and women on the docks, Remi headed towards the stretch of beach affectionately referred to as home.

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