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Remi Abruzzo
Alchemist ☆ Artisan's Guild
Age: 21 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
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Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned

Remi snorts with laughter, his blindness not hiding his own blush as he shrugs and grins. "Back to work. You think being blind has stopped my Aoife duties?" He quipped back with a bright and sunny peal of laughter.

Remi can't feel her want for hesitation or potential awkwardness in her embrace, and he smiles adoringly into her sunwashed hair until she pulls away to grab the staff. If Remi thinks this idea is silly, the incorporation of the antlers, he gives absolutely no indication. He doesn't of course, and his smile is faint as his eyes close and his fingers splay, wanting to reach out and see the staff through his hands, if Amalia will let him.

His still dexterous fingers work nimbly over the gnarled wood, feeling where it has been held, where hands have gripped it, and where indeed the antlers make it unbalanced. Faintly he smiles to him, his eyes almost squinting as if he is seeing something in his mind. "Here, stand, if you will—" He suggests gently, using the staff to help raise himself up.

Unsteadily he holds it out, unsure where Amalia is now. "If you hold it parallel to you...about where would you say your hand falls? 1/4 of the way from the top? Lower? Higher?" He almost suggests her placing his hand atop her head and the other on the staff so that he can feel the measurement for himself, but keeps the idea instead as a backup.
Speaks with an Italian accent. Looks visibly blind.


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Amalia Chandrakant
Baker ☆ Loreseeker's Guild
Age: 21 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural
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Amalia eases the staff into his hands, watching with rapt fascination as his fingers work across it, touching wood and finding secrets she herself does not know. She wishes she could touch a thing and know it, the way he seems to, though perhaps she is gifted in her own way. Still, bread-making is a far cry from the production of stars; Amalia is awed by the ability to create, as eager as a child to see what he will do.

She stands beside him and reaches out, placing her hand over his on the staff. Brow furrowed, she wrinkles her nose thoughtfully, looking over the length of it to garner where her hand best lands. "Maybe a quarter?" Amalia answers uncertainly, looking over the staff which stands a couple inches shorter than her. "I've always gone for small, lighter options. Not quite strong enough to use a quarterstaff very well." Ruefully she grins, laughter in her voice, nudging him gently with her elbow to demonstrate her weakness.

"What will you do with it?" Amalia asks, genuinely curious as she stands beside Remi, wondering what inventions he has built in his mind. It is strange, the fierce camaraderie she feels so easily toward the man, born perhaps from shared feline natures, or the ease of an anxious individual who finally has found someone who asks for nothing but her smile.


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Remi Abruzzo
Alchemist ☆ Artisan's Guild
Age: 21 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 9 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 30 - Endr: 30 - Luck: 13
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Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned

Appreciating her touch, if only to ground her in his darkened reality, the alchemist tilts his head with his eyes still closed, imagining it. The nudge to his ribs catches him off-guard, but still he playfully sways to the side, an expression of pain on his face as he comically doubles over. "Oooof." He groans, straightening up easily with a grin. "Are you always so rough with all your potential business partners?" The alchemist quips with an easy laugh.

"Well..." Remi muses thoughtfully, opening his pale eyes and blinking at nothing. "Part of the antlers counter balance will come from weight, but partially from height too. If the staff is too low, it will force your center of balance to shift and will feel awkward. Too high and you will constantly feel as though it wants to fall forward."

Licking his lips, Remi reaches forward for the staff. His fingers are featherlight, quite literally in fact, for his fingers have started to bleed away into feathered edges. "I want you to try and hold the staff, but feel it balanced between your fingers. I am going to alter its size and density. I should be able to feel when it is balanced, but let me know when it feels right."

So saying, he waits for Amalia to position herself such as she will. Then, closing his eyes again, he breathes life into the staff through his feathered-hands. It grow subtly, internal components shifting as gnarled knots shift around, as bulges reform themselves. He makes it awkward at first, letting too much weight be at the top, and then making the base too bulky. That way the baker should have a good idea of when it begins to feel right again. Almost like tuning an instrument, where pulling it out of tune helps to bring it back.
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Amalia Chandrakant
Baker ☆ Loreseeker's Guild
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"I've never had a potential business partner before." The statement is made with an insecure laugh as she reaches up nervously to grab her arm. Friends, jokes, business partners... it is all so new, and it feels so fragile, no matter how many smiles or moments they share. Amalia is terrified of pushing too hard, breaking the bridges she has carefully built.

But Remi is made of stronger stuff, and the awkwardness easily rolls away. She listens to him explain the antlers, nodding thoughtfully with pursed lips. "What if the antlers were woven into the wood? Do you think they would keep the same properties?" The idea of counterbalance is strangely soothing, Remi's teaching reminding her of days when her mother would try to drill in those properties, to force her to learn about science and mass. Maybe if she had listened more, then...

Sighing, she shrugs, pushing hard thoughts away.

She takes the staff at his instruction, feeling the weight of it, the lack of balance. And then a soft "Oh," of wonder leaves her lips, her sable gaze growing wide as she watches the wood shift and change. Having grown up in a world of magic it seems foolish for her to be so awed, but she is, again and again and again, as things are mass is made from nothing and the world shifts and changes. "It... it feels heavy on top still... but it's starting to balance out." Thoughtfully she passes the staff between her hands, delighting in the way it adjusts to settle in fingers, the shifting of the weight into a more comfortable form.


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Remi Abruzzo
Alchemist ☆ Artisan's Guild
Age: 21 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
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Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned

Twitching his lips, Remi considers. "Normally, I would say no." He begins,  his lips twisting into a wry smile that he tries to conceal by biting the inside of his cheek. "But I have been...practising, I suppose you might say. Making sure that magical properties remain even when I alter other aspects." Never one to be overly confident or a braggart, this is said with a touch of hesitation if only because Remi's humble nature is hard to overcome.

"Mmmm." The alchemist hums with a melodic thoughtfulness as a smile twitches across his lips. Reaching forward again, he slowly tries to work in Amalia's initial suggestion. The antlers, rather than merely being bound, begin to elongate and grow. Remi's earthen magic here helps him to reach into the fibres and the structure of what was once, and grow it into the staff. It takes concentration, and truly so lost in his work, Remi has no idea how much time has actually passed. Eventually though, his too-pale eyes flutter open, a look of soft confusion on his face as he tries to reorient himself back in a world not made up of minute organic parts that he can manipulate.

With a boyishly beffudled grin, Remi ruffles a hand through his curls. "And now?"
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Amalia Chandrakant
Baker ☆ Loreseeker's Guild
Age: 21 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural
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Silently the baker watches as the staff begins to change, antlers running like rivers back among the wood. Her breath catches in abject wonder as Remi spins his skills, dark eyes wide and fascinated, awed by the display of power, of finesse. The artistry is seamless: glowing veins of crimson ignite beneath the brown, smooth to Amalia's hesitant touch, warm and pleasant and perfectly right. She cannot say how much time passes, but she is delighted to spend it thus, watching the gift unfold before her, an unexpected offering which squeezes at her heart.

At last he comes to, pale eyes blinking, and though he cannot see it the baker's smile is radiant, vibrant in the summer day. "It's amazing!" Remi may be slow to praise himself, but Amalia is quick to admire her friends, all the confidence she does not feel in herself bestowed with ardor upon those she loves. "You truly are a man of many skills." She throws her arms around him then, a sudden and heartfelt hug of gratitude, appreciation for his kindness too great for simple words.

Pulling back, Amalia beams, running her hands over the staff. 'And now?' he says, as if this is not enough, as if he has not already given her a surprisingly beautiful gift. It is not avarice which makes her pursue, but curiosity now, a sense of wonder and fascination for the depth of his prowess. "What else can you do?" she asks him earnestly, bubbly with possibility, tilting her head like a child. "Could you make it spark? Or grow blades? Or maybe it can shoot rainbows!" She laughs, delighted, before a true idea strikes. "Or what about... could you make it so it can heal people?" Amalia remembers the night of the Spark Perch, when Rory had fallen and burnt and bled. She had been useless to help him, unable to heal. To have an item with those properties, well...

She sucks in a hopeful breath, her dark eyes trained anxiously on Remi.


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