you come to me, wild and wired

but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor

Remi had walked by the shrine numerous times. Had seen the faithful and superstitious sailors touch the heel or shoulder of the boy perched atop the rock, offering words of praise for Ludo in hopes that the raggedy spirit would bring their souls back safely. Or at least, not take them before their time.

Safrin's arrival on the beach reinforced nothing else if not this one unassailable fact: you couldn't just be done with the gods. Not if they weren't done with you. To that end, Remi had been ignoring a long-overdue conversation with Ludo about souls and LongNight. Reckless and seemingly untethered from his own life, the alchemist still wasn't an idiot. So he brought with him a board of checkers that he'd made himself. The light tokens were bits of coral, and the dark, volcanic stone. What else do you bring a god that likes to play games, if not a game?

"Ludo." Remi's fingers reached out towards the shrine. Though instead of rubbing at it, magic flowed from his fingers to refinish the stone where so many grubby hands had degraded the colour.