REMI
The look Remi gives Alina is hard to parse. Wessex was once a friend, sort of. That they were now on opposite sides of things was mere happenstance, and if there was to be a war, the alchemist at least hoped that it would be a fair one. It didn't bother him at all to imagine a situation in which a plea for help to Halo and Torchline was received by the Grounds as well.
With a look toward Delphia, Remi tugs in a breath. "Shall we?" He asks. They have gods to speak with and plans to make.
"Thank you for meeting with us. I know that...I know the fae would likely prefer to keep to themselves, and I am sorry for the intrusion." And genuinely, he was. But they all had their roles to play here, and despite being one of the more unwieldy of the demigods when it came to following orders, in this at least—with Ronin as his motivation—he'd do as he was told.
~FIN
With a look toward Delphia, Remi tugs in a breath. "Shall we?" He asks. They have gods to speak with and plans to make.
"Thank you for meeting with us. I know that...I know the fae would likely prefer to keep to themselves, and I am sorry for the intrusion." And genuinely, he was. But they all had their roles to play here, and despite being one of the more unwieldy of the demigods when it came to following orders, in this at least—with Ronin as his motivation—he'd do as he was told.
~FIN
Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Through the reds of my traffic lights
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.
