REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
There were precious few that Remi knew in Torchline anymore. With the Ark away for the season, Vai back in the Greatwood, and Sunjata and Nate no longer among those he counted as friends, there were only a handful of places Remi thought to go while Ronin took care of what had brought them here.
So it was that the alchemist found himself at the Halenani.
Drenched from head to toe as he shoulders open the door, Remi stands in the warm lighting as the wind howls outside and rivers of rain pour off of him. His curls are slick against his head as he shrugs out of his jacket leaving him just in a soaked white t-shirt and pants turned dark brown from the rain. "Is Maeve—" around, was likely the wrong question. It was monsoon season, where else would she be. "—free?" He asks of Amelia.
More than happy to wait—what else does he have to do—Remi opens the door and tosses his jacket out onto the porch. It wasn't going to dry, anyway.
So it was that the alchemist found himself at the Halenani.
Drenched from head to toe as he shoulders open the door, Remi stands in the warm lighting as the wind howls outside and rivers of rain pour off of him. His curls are slick against his head as he shrugs out of his jacket leaving him just in a soaked white t-shirt and pants turned dark brown from the rain. "Is Maeve—" around, was likely the wrong question. It was monsoon season, where else would she be. "—free?" He asks of Amelia.
More than happy to wait—what else does he have to do—Remi opens the door and tosses his jacket out onto the porch. It wasn't going to dry, anyway.
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.
