if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right
"Oh?" The alchemist hummed, shattered gaze rising as his expression smoothed out. With a gentle but subtle nod—a gesture meant to encourage the Sword to elaborate should he wish to—the alchemist left a pregnant pause waiting to see if the Reaper-that-was would want to fill it.
"Mmm, indeed. Loren can indeed conjure a spark bird...the magic of which we could place inside doors and whatnot, should anyone feel the need to leave. Although..." Ruffling a worried hand through his curls, and contrasted with Deimos looking all the more like a young boy far, far, in over his head, Remi sighed. "All of our efforts seem to be focused on us choosing to leave. But what of those who are someone caught outside, or trapped? Last year we mistakenly opened the door to monsters and then as a result left others outside to die." Jaw feather at the memory, Remi looked down at the table as colour flashed across his cheeks.
"Mmm, indeed. Loren can indeed conjure a spark bird...the magic of which we could place inside doors and whatnot, should anyone feel the need to leave. Although..." Ruffling a worried hand through his curls, and contrasted with Deimos looking all the more like a young boy far, far, in over his head, Remi sighed. "All of our efforts seem to be focused on us choosing to leave. But what of those who are someone caught outside, or trapped? Last year we mistakenly opened the door to monsters and then as a result left others outside to die." Jaw feather at the memory, Remi looked down at the table as colour flashed across his cheeks.
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.
