all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
'Humble?" The alchemist repeated, with a reserved note of incredulity in this voice. Powerful? Sure. But humble? No...no the Launceleyns never really seemed to be that.
"No." Remi agreed in that same dark and shadowy tone that was so unlike him. "No, I did not." Glancing up as Loren made his threats, the alchemist considered the man before him solemnly for a moment. His smile was sad, especially in light of the atrocities that he and Ronin had recently committed. A man had kidnapped their child only days ago, and where was that man now? Torn asunder by the elemental storms, but not before he had been by the king's fists. "Mmmm. Whatever is left of those who try, you are welcome to." The alchemist said gravely, a darkness rarely seen sparking halos across his shattered vision.
"The people?" Remi said uncertainly, shaking his head. There had been no vote. Just a group of them in a basement, deciding the fate of the entire Grounds. "The resistance group of us was small...only a fraction of the population." He admitted slowly, uncertain about undermining that which propelled Ronin to power, but feeling helpless beneath the obvious honesty of the situation. As for what came next? Remi did laugh. Or at least, chuckle slightly, head shaking continuing in earnest. "Ronin already things a dichotomy of power is bad enough. That nothing will get done if there are too many to answer to."
Whether that was an argument against a council for now, or forever, Remi didn't know. Sliding a hand up his arm, the alchemist shrugged lightly at the summoner, wishing he had more to offer. "All things to bring up to Wessex and Ronin. I...I am not equipped to be the mouth piece of this." He added with a wistful sigh, knowing well that Loren did not want the duty, but knowing implicitly that he was not the right one to bring these ideas forward.
"The one good idea I had, I proposed while Ronin was concussed. So you tell me." Remi chuckled, cherub-like ease and innocent awash across his features as he grinned.
Remi pinned Loren with a look, not that he was wrong, merely because the alchemist was feeling unduly mischievous. "Well, you would be more than wrong about that. I nearly killed a man once as a lion, because I could not control my instincts. And you know about the feathers in my hair. As an animal I...I am not this. Besides. You are a mage. You would not even know. So close your eyes."
"No." Remi agreed in that same dark and shadowy tone that was so unlike him. "No, I did not." Glancing up as Loren made his threats, the alchemist considered the man before him solemnly for a moment. His smile was sad, especially in light of the atrocities that he and Ronin had recently committed. A man had kidnapped their child only days ago, and where was that man now? Torn asunder by the elemental storms, but not before he had been by the king's fists. "Mmmm. Whatever is left of those who try, you are welcome to." The alchemist said gravely, a darkness rarely seen sparking halos across his shattered vision.
"The people?" Remi said uncertainly, shaking his head. There had been no vote. Just a group of them in a basement, deciding the fate of the entire Grounds. "The resistance group of us was small...only a fraction of the population." He admitted slowly, uncertain about undermining that which propelled Ronin to power, but feeling helpless beneath the obvious honesty of the situation. As for what came next? Remi did laugh. Or at least, chuckle slightly, head shaking continuing in earnest. "Ronin already things a dichotomy of power is bad enough. That nothing will get done if there are too many to answer to."
Whether that was an argument against a council for now, or forever, Remi didn't know. Sliding a hand up his arm, the alchemist shrugged lightly at the summoner, wishing he had more to offer. "All things to bring up to Wessex and Ronin. I...I am not equipped to be the mouth piece of this." He added with a wistful sigh, knowing well that Loren did not want the duty, but knowing implicitly that he was not the right one to bring these ideas forward.
"The one good idea I had, I proposed while Ronin was concussed. So you tell me." Remi chuckled, cherub-like ease and innocent awash across his features as he grinned.
Remi pinned Loren with a look, not that he was wrong, merely because the alchemist was feeling unduly mischievous. "Well, you would be more than wrong about that. I nearly killed a man once as a lion, because I could not control my instincts. And you know about the feathers in my hair. As an animal I...I am not this. Besides. You are a mage. You would not even know. So close your eyes."
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.
