REMI
the alchemist
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
Remi really had meant to come and see Nate earlier than this. Life continued to get in the way, and as it did, more reasons to see the ascended-doctor began to pile up. Could he confirm whether or not Remi had a soul still? Did he have any thoughts on the governance of Torchline, as Sunjata suggested? Would he be able to work with Sam during LongNight?
Knowing little about Nate's daily schedule, Remi entered his clinic just after lunchtime, hoping to find the doctor in (presumably Nate didn't need lunch breaks) and free for a chat. If not, Remi would make himself useful (read: would loiter, randomly touching and straightening things), until he could gauge whether or not it was worth hanging about waiting for the doctor, or if he should make an appointment.
Knowing little about Nate's daily schedule, Remi entered his clinic just after lunchtime, hoping to find the doctor in (presumably Nate didn't need lunch breaks) and free for a chat. If not, Remi would make himself useful (read: would loiter, randomly touching and straightening things), until he could gauge whether or not it was worth hanging about waiting for the doctor, or if he should make an appointment.
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.