walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Since hearing about Seren and all her presence entailed, Remi had taken to wandering.
He wasn't trying to get away from Ronin and his child perse, but there was enough for father and daughter to sort out without Remi lurking like some awkward ghost in the corners of a life that once belonged exclusively to him. And so he walked. Sometimes he flew, but mostly keeping his feet on the ground helped him to literally stay grounded. The desire for recklessness was stronger in the air in moments like these.
More predator now than he ever has been before, Remi picks out the man stalking Amalia from the shadows quite easily. Normally he'd let the underground economy thrive on the ignorance of whomever this unsuspecting victim was, but seeing that it was a familiar enough slender shape gave the alchemist pause. Favouritism felt like an unknown concept to him now, given how few people Remi would call a friend. Still, he and the baker had been close-adjacent once, and so it wasn't so easy to just let her be.
Following the thief, Remi would tug at the ground using his earth magic to try and trip the man up. If he could get close enough, the alchemist would utter a single word for only the man to hear: "Don't".
He wasn't trying to get away from Ronin and his child perse, but there was enough for father and daughter to sort out without Remi lurking like some awkward ghost in the corners of a life that once belonged exclusively to him. And so he walked. Sometimes he flew, but mostly keeping his feet on the ground helped him to literally stay grounded. The desire for recklessness was stronger in the air in moments like these.
More predator now than he ever has been before, Remi picks out the man stalking Amalia from the shadows quite easily. Normally he'd let the underground economy thrive on the ignorance of whomever this unsuspecting victim was, but seeing that it was a familiar enough slender shape gave the alchemist pause. Favouritism felt like an unknown concept to him now, given how few people Remi would call a friend. Still, he and the baker had been close-adjacent once, and so it wasn't so easy to just let her be.
Following the thief, Remi would tug at the ground using his earth magic to try and trip the man up. If he could get close enough, the alchemist would utter a single word for only the man to hear: "Don't".
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.
