our hands they seek the end of afternoons
"There you go. I know it is a bit jarring, but you are here now." The alchemist cooed softly before straightening at Jata's approach. Swallowing and doing his best not to tense his jaw at the sight of the other man, Remi merely nodded politely.
The blight. Phoebe. There was much between the alchemist and the new arrival, but now was clearly not the time. Instead, merely turned his pale stare back towards Oliver with a soft nod, as if it was his place to approve Jata's offering.
With a soft chuckle, Remi interlaced his fingers as Oliver asked his questions. "You are in a new land you probably have never even heard of. Right now you are in a place called the Hollowed Grounds, and you are safe." As for how he got here? The alchemist exhaled an amused breath before shooting a look toward Jata. That was a much longer conversation. Ruffling a hand through his curls, Remi turned back towards Oliver with a gentle shrug. "It..is a long story." He replied in a voice thickly accented, but kind.
The blight. Phoebe. There was much between the alchemist and the new arrival, but now was clearly not the time. Instead, merely turned his pale stare back towards Oliver with a soft nod, as if it was his place to approve Jata's offering.
With a soft chuckle, Remi interlaced his fingers as Oliver asked his questions. "You are in a new land you probably have never even heard of. Right now you are in a place called the Hollowed Grounds, and you are safe." As for how he got here? The alchemist exhaled an amused breath before shooting a look toward Jata. That was a much longer conversation. Ruffling a hand through his curls, Remi turned back towards Oliver with a gentle shrug. "It..is a long story." He replied in a voice thickly accented, but kind.
my hands believe and move over you
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.
