black and blue bird [se] [open]

it doesn't matter where you roam, when no one's left to call you home

He chuckles and nods. "Yes, that is what most people think of. I suppose I go a bit off book when it comes to that. I prefer the creation of new things, than just transmuting them." Rubbing a touch bashfully at the back of his neck, the alchemist shrugged his shoulders. "Telescopes, shapes that glow like stars to be placed on ceilings and such...magical weapons and items."

Watching Morgan though not able to tell precisely what it was she was thinking, likely her military training was to thank for this, Remi gave her a skeptical sort of look as she asked his thoughts on the ascended. Her question certainly seemed highly leading. "I came from a world where racism was the norm. I was judged for one fact about me. I was told this place was different, but it isn't." Morgan's opinion wasn't really the minority after all.

"So I think perhaps it's important to note the difference between those who choose to be ascended, and those who the Voice brought here as ascended." Still, unlike the other races, the ascended were inexorably linked to the Voice. "I think the Voice is manipulative and deceitful, though perhaps no more than the old gods and the heralds are."

i might have strained a bit too far, i'm countin' all the moonlit stars