aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
"Mm? No." Remi shakes his head and though it would be entirely possible for him to veil a manipulation from Deimos through their attuned bond, all signs pointed to the alchemist being genuine. But then, were he lying, surely they would point that way just the same. "Ahh, well. I do not always have to be a passive participant." Remi remarks wrly. "I can take over if I choose, but...at least for this, there is no real need. But it can be a useful way of communicating over long distances or showing certain things." He shrugs.
Glancing about the room as Deimos finished the things he judged necessary, Remi took little notice of his surroundings. A man like Deimos...no, Remi didn't think he'd glean anything interesting about the Sword from this room. Nothing more than he already knew, anyways. Things about order, rigour, determination. Those he could see here clearly.
Glancing up from having been simply staring into the fire (in truth, he was trying to see if he could manipulate it without being shifted and found he could not), Remi nods toward a chair. "Have a seat. I will put you to sleep and then follow. I will find you in your dream and then we shall be in Torchline."
Glancing about the room as Deimos finished the things he judged necessary, Remi took little notice of his surroundings. A man like Deimos...no, Remi didn't think he'd glean anything interesting about the Sword from this room. Nothing more than he already knew, anyways. Things about order, rigour, determination. Those he could see here clearly.
Glancing up from having been simply staring into the fire (in truth, he was trying to see if he could manipulate it without being shifted and found he could not), Remi nods toward a chair. "Have a seat. I will put you to sleep and then follow. I will find you in your dream and then we shall be in Torchline."
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LULLABY
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.