maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
As the shimmering barrier of the portal suddenly reveals a very familiar blacksmith, Remi is all but jarred back into the present. For a moment he just blinks at Oliver, as if the hybrid wasn't stepping through a public portal, but instead entering the demigod's bedroom or somewhere else he'd be equally surprised to find him. Quickly though Remi's mind seems to catch up, and he offers Oliver a slow smile.
"Oh, I was just...thinking. Planning." Planning what? How to get a magical wagon through the portal, of course. "Yes I'm fine. What are you doing here?" He asks in return. Though the alchemist has nearly abandoned Torchline, as far as most know, he does still live here, whereas Oliver...doesn't.
"Oh, I was just...thinking. Planning." Planning what? How to get a magical wagon through the portal, of course. "Yes I'm fine. What are you doing here?" He asks in return. Though the alchemist has nearly abandoned Torchline, as far as most know, he does still live here, whereas Oliver...doesn't.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
