sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
"Yes." Rubbing uncomfortably at the back of his neck, Remi bit the inside of his lip trying to figure out how to describe the limits of his abilities without sounding like a pompous ass. "Currently Deimos can create three a season. After that, the magic just...runs dry. He can create other things of course, just nothing with inherent magical properties. That used to be my limit as well, and then..." Clearing his throat and wishing not for the first time that Loren could simply hear his thoughts the way other attuned could, Remi continued. "..now I am closer to twelve." As for anything else?
Still on that uncomfortable edge between falling into old patterns and being wholly aware of the need for new ones, Remi shrugged boyishly. Around him, though only for about 5ft, the snow suddenly disappeared. The alchemist was surrounded by lush greenery that, should the Launceleyn step forward to investigate, he'd find that a surprising amount of it was real. Leaves curled and waved, imbued with Remi's strange new brand of magic that brought things to life. A warm wind skirted through and bird song swam around him.
However as Loren stepped forward the illusion shattered as Remi stumbled a step back, wariness causing subtle lines to appear by his eyes and mouth. Flinching even more as the Spark Bird errupted and flew high above, Remi swallowed. "You only think you are better suited from what others have told you. Summoning a spark bird and luxere may not be enough. Nothing might be enough, but at least we have experienced it." With a look towards Astra, the alchemist's expression melted into an adoring smile. "If only fierceness was what it took." He said softly.
Shaking his head, Remi tried to remember what he'd told his once-friend. Certainly he thought he'd mentioned it, but perhaps not. "No. This is...repentance, for losing its mask last year." He explained in a voice heavily weighted with shame. "What of those in the Temple? They are staying there, rather than with us, on the basis of protection. Besides, that is what the amulets are for. Pieces of you, to help us."
Apparently Remi was back to his old ways of not having the courage to argue with the summoner. Cowed and manipulated by the Launceleyn's constant withdrawal of his friendship and affection, the alchemist merely closed his eyes. So many had died before, Remi nearly had, and he'd only ventured out once. He was stronger now, but he somehow wondered just how much that would help. Honestly, he wondered if Ludo even wanted him to succeed given how many times the god had tried to trick him into killing himself. Maybe this was merely a clever ploy that would prove successful. And so, not having the heart to argue for fear of ending the conversation—a last conversation mayhap—on a bad note, Remi just nodded silently, lashes laced with near-frozen tears.
Still on that uncomfortable edge between falling into old patterns and being wholly aware of the need for new ones, Remi shrugged boyishly. Around him, though only for about 5ft, the snow suddenly disappeared. The alchemist was surrounded by lush greenery that, should the Launceleyn step forward to investigate, he'd find that a surprising amount of it was real. Leaves curled and waved, imbued with Remi's strange new brand of magic that brought things to life. A warm wind skirted through and bird song swam around him.
However as Loren stepped forward the illusion shattered as Remi stumbled a step back, wariness causing subtle lines to appear by his eyes and mouth. Flinching even more as the Spark Bird errupted and flew high above, Remi swallowed. "You only think you are better suited from what others have told you. Summoning a spark bird and luxere may not be enough. Nothing might be enough, but at least we have experienced it." With a look towards Astra, the alchemist's expression melted into an adoring smile. "If only fierceness was what it took." He said softly.
Shaking his head, Remi tried to remember what he'd told his once-friend. Certainly he thought he'd mentioned it, but perhaps not. "No. This is...repentance, for losing its mask last year." He explained in a voice heavily weighted with shame. "What of those in the Temple? They are staying there, rather than with us, on the basis of protection. Besides, that is what the amulets are for. Pieces of you, to help us."
Apparently Remi was back to his old ways of not having the courage to argue with the summoner. Cowed and manipulated by the Launceleyn's constant withdrawal of his friendship and affection, the alchemist merely closed his eyes. So many had died before, Remi nearly had, and he'd only ventured out once. He was stronger now, but he somehow wondered just how much that would help. Honestly, he wondered if Ludo even wanted him to succeed given how many times the god had tried to trick him into killing himself. Maybe this was merely a clever ploy that would prove successful. And so, not having the heart to argue for fear of ending the conversation—a last conversation mayhap—on a bad note, Remi just nodded silently, lashes laced with near-frozen tears.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
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.
