aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Their voices was all the alchemist had. The luxere was still at his side, so in the seconds following the crash he thought perhaps the sound somehow extraneous to their little adventure. But oh how wrong that fleeting thought proved to be.
Hearing Sam's voice tinged with fright and pain and anxiety made Remi's blood run cold as he immediately halted, spun, and charged back in the direction he'd come. Whether or not the luxere came with him (likely not, as Rexanna couldn't see to guide it) was entirely unimportant. The tension between returning back to Ronin and Aoife alive, versus leaving his friends out here to die was a constant chord against his thoughts, but though injured already, he'd sustained worse. He had more to give, and he'd gladly give it for Rex and Sam.
Like Sam, Remi couldn't see Rexanna (or the bookmaker) but he too could follow the wake. He saw the crashed hoverboard, ears straining forward to try and pick out precisely where Sam was. Shifting enough of his face to talk regardless of how uncomfortable it was, the manticore fanned his large wings hoping to provide a barrier between himself and whatever else might be coming.
"Rex? Can you hear me? I...I cannot see either of you. Can you climb on? I can carry you back. Sam, help her"
Hearing Sam's voice tinged with fright and pain and anxiety made Remi's blood run cold as he immediately halted, spun, and charged back in the direction he'd come. Whether or not the luxere came with him (likely not, as Rexanna couldn't see to guide it) was entirely unimportant. The tension between returning back to Ronin and Aoife alive, versus leaving his friends out here to die was a constant chord against his thoughts, but though injured already, he'd sustained worse. He had more to give, and he'd gladly give it for Rex and Sam.
Like Sam, Remi couldn't see Rexanna (or the bookmaker) but he too could follow the wake. He saw the crashed hoverboard, ears straining forward to try and pick out precisely where Sam was. Shifting enough of his face to talk regardless of how uncomfortable it was, the manticore fanned his large wings hoping to provide a barrier between himself and whatever else might be coming.
"Rex? Can you hear me? I...I cannot see either of you. Can you climb on? I can carry you back. Sam, help her"
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
