manifest destination

maybe its all gone black

"Just in case." The alchemist mused with a crooked smile, rendering him if only for a moment, the picture of ease and openness that he once used to constantly be. Glancing down at the masks, head tilted slightly as his eyes focused. Though there was plenty of light, his vision was not optimized any longer for this sort of work, and it took a few moments for him to understand the components properly and how it all fit together. Once he had, a neat mesh of charcoal appeared. With a filtration-system of sorts on either side of the organic lumps to stop dust from being inhaled, Remi nibbled the inside of his lip before casting a glance towards Deimos, silently imploring that should the reaper have any additional suggestions, that he was open to hearing them.

but you're all i see

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