all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
"Since you told me not to?" The alchemist chirped back with a snort. "I am not so sure humbleness is necessarily the best thing in someone though." He added with a shrug, giving Loren an appraising look. "In fact, I do not think you humble. I think you know precisely what you are capable of in most cases, and what your worth is. That you obfuscate it sometimes is...not a mark of humbleness." Softly, subtly, Remi's eyes shifted to Loren's arms. Covered now, but still the scars were there. No, it was not humbleness that held the Launceleyn's tongue or made him hide his abilities.
"Is wanting to lead a necessary requirement?" The alchemist asked, genuinely curious. It probably helped, but it seemed to him they were placing an awful lot of emphasis on what Ronin wanted, rather than what the greater good needed. And as it always had for the alchemist, the needs of the many usually did outweigh the needs of the few. It was why he gave so much of himself, at all times.
"Each other, I suppose." When Edy was around, at least they could have a 2/3 vote. Now with just Wessex and Ronin, the alchemist wasn't sure at all what would happen in the event of a stalemate. "I know that they have...divided up their responsibilities so that they are focused on different things." He offered, as if that might help. "We?" Remi might not have been humble either, though in his case naive was a better descriptor for what he in fact was. "If only you were saying these things to those who were in a position to listen." The alchemist suggested with a mischievous sarcasm. "Ronin, Wessex..Amalia, Deimos, even Jigano." All were in a position to be leaders, many of whom had led before. Remi was merely a sounding board, and a poor one at that.
"Mmm. Assuming he does not die." The alchemist said dryly. "Not that it would be the first time." He added with a low groan that teetered off into a sigh.
As Loren turned toskulk walk back into the manor, the alchemist couldn't help but grin. "Loren! A raccoon!" He called playfully while rushing towards the summoner, jumping, and shifting in midair. He hoped having called out indicating a relatively un-bothersome and small creature wouldn't receive a ton of worry on the Launceleyn's part. Then again, having no knowledge of Loren's summoning abilities there was a less than 0 chance it would all go wildly bad. If it didn't (or even if it did), the raccoon would aim to wrap itself around Loren's neck. The alchemist had been worn as a scarf many a time afterall.
"Is wanting to lead a necessary requirement?" The alchemist asked, genuinely curious. It probably helped, but it seemed to him they were placing an awful lot of emphasis on what Ronin wanted, rather than what the greater good needed. And as it always had for the alchemist, the needs of the many usually did outweigh the needs of the few. It was why he gave so much of himself, at all times.
"Each other, I suppose." When Edy was around, at least they could have a 2/3 vote. Now with just Wessex and Ronin, the alchemist wasn't sure at all what would happen in the event of a stalemate. "I know that they have...divided up their responsibilities so that they are focused on different things." He offered, as if that might help. "We?" Remi might not have been humble either, though in his case naive was a better descriptor for what he in fact was. "If only you were saying these things to those who were in a position to listen." The alchemist suggested with a mischievous sarcasm. "Ronin, Wessex..Amalia, Deimos, even Jigano." All were in a position to be leaders, many of whom had led before. Remi was merely a sounding board, and a poor one at that.
"Mmm. Assuming he does not die." The alchemist said dryly. "Not that it would be the first time." He added with a low groan that teetered off into a sigh.
As Loren turned to
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.
