bring back the water
With a softly frustrated sigh, the alchemist shook his head, pale eyes looking in Jigano's direction. "We can imagine all sorts of scenarios, but both Ronin and I have known Zariah for years. If that does not count for something then I am not sure what the point of experience is." He said, feeling Ronin shifting next to him and wanting simply to collapse against his friend.
Though he was no strategist, even Remi wondered at the logic of the bard's suggestion. Still he remained silent, nodding gently with Deimos' own offering of secrecy and preparation.
However as Ronin finally reached his boiling point, the alchemist's face softly crumpled in an expression of love and grief. Never one to glare or scoff, still as he closed his eyes in a measured effort to keep himself calm, frustration directed towards the bard bubbled up behind his closed lids.
Opening his eyes, cheeks high with colour, Remi simply turned his gaze toward Amalia. The leopardess shone with a faint light in his strange new-found gaze, and trying to offer her a smile, Remi swallowed. "Perhaps we might at least try talking to her. For all her mercilessness, Zariah listens to reason. She did not promote herself simply for the power. She has many faults, but she does, in a misguided way, believe she is helping. It might well be worth trying to steer her, than launching an outright attack. At least at first."
So saying though, the alchemist merely shrugged his shoulders with defeat. Sending a pulse of affection and apology towards Amalia, Remi gave an awkward nod to the rest of the group before blundering and unevenly making his way towards the stairs. Taking them carefully as any blind man might, Remi emerged into the night air, and after Ronin.
{Remi out.}
Though he was no strategist, even Remi wondered at the logic of the bard's suggestion. Still he remained silent, nodding gently with Deimos' own offering of secrecy and preparation.
However as Ronin finally reached his boiling point, the alchemist's face softly crumpled in an expression of love and grief. Never one to glare or scoff, still as he closed his eyes in a measured effort to keep himself calm, frustration directed towards the bard bubbled up behind his closed lids.
Opening his eyes, cheeks high with colour, Remi simply turned his gaze toward Amalia. The leopardess shone with a faint light in his strange new-found gaze, and trying to offer her a smile, Remi swallowed. "Perhaps we might at least try talking to her. For all her mercilessness, Zariah listens to reason. She did not promote herself simply for the power. She has many faults, but she does, in a misguided way, believe she is helping. It might well be worth trying to steer her, than launching an outright attack. At least at first."
So saying though, the alchemist merely shrugged his shoulders with defeat. Sending a pulse of affection and apology towards Amalia, Remi gave an awkward nod to the rest of the group before blundering and unevenly making his way towards the stairs. Taking them carefully as any blind man might, Remi emerged into the night air, and after Ronin.
{Remi out.}
let the ships roll in
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.
