they're looking your way

REMI

the alchemist

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair

"Oh, that's an old Loren trick. Better to break the rules than lose at anything." Remi sneered darkly. Watching as Sunjata lifted his shirt—the hunger in Remi's gaze predatory more than anything else—he inhaled a hiss of weak sympathy before his eyes rose. Now his expression was one of genuine appreciation for Sunjata's words; to be reminded to grotesquely of the death of friends? Remi knew well just how maddening that could be. "At least the scar suits you." The alchemist said with a bitter sort of laugh.

"On penalty of death, what else. And this is Torchline after all. It'd be an easy thing to offer a reward for any information on sightings. But I can already see how it would go...a notice would be posted, information sent to Halo so that he'd be made aware, and I can guarantee within a week something would come up here that Loren would just have to attend to." Remi rolled his eyes, balling up a bit of sand between his fingers and then tossing it aside.

"Remi I know you hate me and I can't be here, but oh! this sad little dolphin needs my help and I am the only one who can save it." Remi tried to approximate Loren's voice, but it was no use given his accent.

Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!