REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
The alchemist ignores the cook, having not the energy to reply. Reaching up for Ronin, gripping his husband's shoulder that the Star might slide an arm under and help him stand, Remi gurgles something causing fresh blood to ooze from beneath his fingers. "Just." He manages with a grimace, hissing at the sharp pain in his neck as he finally manages himself to his feet.
Well, what a good meeting. There had been blood, threats, starbolts, someone running away, someone trying to play hero...no booze though. So perhaps as far as Torchline was concerned, this was only a semi-success meeting.
Vai is going to kill us both. Remi mumbles, waiting for Ronin to nimbus them both home so that the witch could heal him, scold him, and hopefully, send him off to bed.
~FIN
Meeting over!
Well, what a good meeting. There had been blood, threats, starbolts, someone running away, someone trying to play hero...no booze though. So perhaps as far as Torchline was concerned, this was only a semi-success meeting.
Vai is going to kill us both. Remi mumbles, waiting for Ronin to nimbus them both home so that the witch could heal him, scold him, and hopefully, send him off to bed.
~FIN
Meeting over!
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
