Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
A look of sadness crossed over Remi's pale sea-glass green gaze as he regarded his friend for a moment, realizing what an utter idiot he'd been. "You...you came over with no one?" Remi asked, brows knitting together as his head tilted slightly. "Alone?" The alchemist had assumed that however it was they were all pulled here, that they were pulled in some sort of group. Though they'd been scattered there had been dozens of Northaveners that had been transported with him. No wonder Bastien was looking to grab hold of what Safrin was offering while Remi was lamenting the boons he didn't even realize he had.
At the mention that he was straight-laced, the alchemist looked down and chuckled slightly as he ran a hand awkwardly through his curls. Yes. That was certainly one way of describing him, but only because of the world from which he'd come. Here though .. .without any sort of restrictions, Remi actually wasn't entirely sure what sort of person he was. Missing the undertone of Bastien's words, the alchemist merely shrugged and raised his gaze. "Perhaps if you do begin this ... this whatever it is, I will have the chance to find out."
"Ahh.." Remi acknowledged with a dip of his head that indicated he didn't really understand at all. There hadn't been gods back in Northaven and now with the abundance of them here, Remi's mind was being forced to conclude that perhaps this was the norm? But apparently not. "And...so you prefer it this way?"
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.
