it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
Receiving no answer from Delphia and with Ronin taking charge of things, the alchemist turned his gaze towards where the ship they had sailed for was finally being claimed by the sea. Jaw tense and his hands gripping the railing of the boat with ever-increasing frustrating, Remi scanned the horizon for signs of Ludo, as if that might help him gauge on what level of colossal fuck-up they were currently on.
Perhaps Delphia's presence was all the answer he needed. Especially since, if she had Maea's soul, it was likely she had the souls of the other sailors as well. Silent they returned to shore, with Remi leaving both Wessex and Delphia to spread or keep the details of what had happened, as they would.
FIN. Thanks friends! Sorry Chan >.>
Perhaps Delphia's presence was all the answer he needed. Especially since, if she had Maea's soul, it was likely she had the souls of the other sailors as well. Silent they returned to shore, with Remi leaving both Wessex and Delphia to spread or keep the details of what had happened, as they would.
FIN. Thanks friends! Sorry Chan >.>
it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay
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.
