sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
"She...she posted the secret word, in a public place?" Remi gave his friend a flat stare. "I take it the assumption being that these sentient creations of the Voice, who can mimic voices and sounds, who are incredibly strong and possess what seems like magic, cannot read?" The Queen had a lot on her place and was doing it all nearly by herself. Delegating didn't take the weight of responsibility off, just merely shifted it for a time. So the alchemist wasn't faulting the queen, but nor was he on board with the idea of code words and phrases written in public places.
"Hey." Squeezing Loren's hand and giving him a pointed stare, Remi tilted his head. If Loren was going to be upset about something, better he speak up now. There was only so much time left. "Magical light drives them away without fail. The Spark Bird protected us all for a day or so last year. But...they can be fought just like anything." For a moment his own jaw tensed and he looked down, cheeks pulsing red. "From what I have heard...the monsters are kin to creatures like the Spire Demon. When it died, it detonated, taking Ronin with it." So yes. They could be fought. To what end though? None of them really knew.
The mention of telling Wessex made Remi bristle, his fingers indeed tightening as his lashes fluttered open, his gaze hardening. "Do not let her know what is planned, Loren." He said in a low and steely voice, his green eyes seeking out the summoner's blues to silently impart the importance of this. "She will ask why you think it necessary. You cannot tell her this.."
Remi shrugged. "Then they will come to you at the Temple. Not here." The luxere obviously helped, there was no denying that. Would it be enough?
"Not that sort, no." The alchemist said with a shake of his head. "And last year, her staff only protect whoever was holding it. The glow did not seem to protect anyone within it."
Releasing Loren's hand to lean back against the counter and run his fingers through his hair, Remi tipped his head back and scrunched his eyes closed for a moment feeling that he was ever the barer of bad news. "Isla and I...tried once to separate a luxere's horns from the doe." He said this with a weighty amount of sadness. "It did not work. Even if your luxere summons left an antler, Amalia's staff was made from ... well, it was not like the others. It glowed red, for one thing." And nodding towards the Spark Bird pouch presumably tucked in Loren's belt, he shook his head again. "And neither Rory nor Jigano's feathers protected against it. Or...well, we do not think they did. The Spark Bird had come back by then."
"Hey." Squeezing Loren's hand and giving him a pointed stare, Remi tilted his head. If Loren was going to be upset about something, better he speak up now. There was only so much time left. "Magical light drives them away without fail. The Spark Bird protected us all for a day or so last year. But...they can be fought just like anything." For a moment his own jaw tensed and he looked down, cheeks pulsing red. "From what I have heard...the monsters are kin to creatures like the Spire Demon. When it died, it detonated, taking Ronin with it." So yes. They could be fought. To what end though? None of them really knew.
The mention of telling Wessex made Remi bristle, his fingers indeed tightening as his lashes fluttered open, his gaze hardening. "Do not let her know what is planned, Loren." He said in a low and steely voice, his green eyes seeking out the summoner's blues to silently impart the importance of this. "She will ask why you think it necessary. You cannot tell her this.."
Remi shrugged. "Then they will come to you at the Temple. Not here." The luxere obviously helped, there was no denying that. Would it be enough?
"Not that sort, no." The alchemist said with a shake of his head. "And last year, her staff only protect whoever was holding it. The glow did not seem to protect anyone within it."
Releasing Loren's hand to lean back against the counter and run his fingers through his hair, Remi tipped his head back and scrunched his eyes closed for a moment feeling that he was ever the barer of bad news. "Isla and I...tried once to separate a luxere's horns from the doe." He said this with a weighty amount of sadness. "It did not work. Even if your luxere summons left an antler, Amalia's staff was made from ... well, it was not like the others. It glowed red, for one thing." And nodding towards the Spark Bird pouch presumably tucked in Loren's belt, he shook his head again. "And neither Rory nor Jigano's feathers protected against it. Or...well, we do not think they did. The Spark Bird had come back by then."
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.
