manifest destination

maybe its all gone black

Remi nodded appreciably, tugging in a breath. "With Ronin as he is.." The alchemist began, before the words and all they were meant to capture and represent hardened into something insurmountable in the back of his throat.

Dying. The word, was dying.

Gesturing vaguely as one does when they hope you will fill in the blanks—and should you not, to pretend that you had—Remi's eyes lowered to the table as a fledgling smile pushed the corners of his lips upward for just a moment.

"Right." Watching with a keen and interested gaze, the alchemist noted just how skilled the reaper was with the charcoal, immediately seeing the design come to life in his minds-eye. "Earth." Remi said with a slow nod. There was much that creation magic could do, even moreso when combined with more base elements. There was probably some sort of way around it, something not organic that could replace the charcoal, but Remi's mind was too tired to work at what it might be.

"Charcoal to filter the air, I assume." Remi mused, squinting at the design. "I can add that part, if you create the masks."

but you're all i see

Coding base by Sky!