you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Right now? Well if you like, I am up there. It's no time for jokes which is of course why the Alchemist is making them. What else is there to do when you're tangled in an apparently magically-strong net (that must be why the nova didn't eviscerate it completely and not because of, oh, idk, reading comprehension)?
The Alchemist's blowhole shoots an energetic stream upwards which might have come across like a playful sprinkle were it not promptly followed by a shaky inhale. Black stars swim around the edges of Remi's vision, but he's been oxygen-deprived enough times before to keep his mind focused. If he leaves the body of the encantado now it might not make it out. So despite the clumsiness he feels in trying to move this strange form, Remi thrusts his tail to try and propel himself forward. It takes a moment to navigate himself through the netting, but once he does he releases his hold on the creature's mind, allowing it to regain its sovereignty. With a few sharp clicks to indicate just how much it appreciated Remi's assistance, the Alchemist finds himself back in his own body.
Gasping for air, the burn on his throat a beautifully excruciating thing, the Alchemist instantly reaches for Ronin even as his vision swims and blurs. "That—" He pants, colour rising to his cheek and his heart buoys as if carried by the waves on Ronin's hand. "—is why we always cut up our old netting when we're done with them."
The Alchemist's blowhole shoots an energetic stream upwards which might have come across like a playful sprinkle were it not promptly followed by a shaky inhale. Black stars swim around the edges of Remi's vision, but he's been oxygen-deprived enough times before to keep his mind focused. If he leaves the body of the encantado now it might not make it out. So despite the clumsiness he feels in trying to move this strange form, Remi thrusts his tail to try and propel himself forward. It takes a moment to navigate himself through the netting, but once he does he releases his hold on the creature's mind, allowing it to regain its sovereignty. With a few sharp clicks to indicate just how much it appreciated Remi's assistance, the Alchemist finds himself back in his own body.
Gasping for air, the burn on his throat a beautifully excruciating thing, the Alchemist instantly reaches for Ronin even as his vision swims and blurs. "That—" He pants, colour rising to his cheek and his heart buoys as if carried by the waves on Ronin's hand. "—is why we always cut up our old netting when we're done with them."
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
