our hands they seek the end of afternoons
The alchemist was indeed at his workbench, and not because he was simply trying to force some semblance of normalcy back into his routine; he quite literally had no where else to be. With the Monster Hunter's Guild burned down and his and Ronin's efforts to simply disappear into the portal within the Mathair effectively removed, the alchemist really had no choice but to...try and make the best of things.
He just had absolutely no idea what that entailed.
So rather than working on anything, he simply sat at his workbench, staring mildly at the wood. Within, the wood-grain seemed to dance and move as if there were rivers of starlight within. It was all just an illusion, but he found himself entirely lost in it until Deimos voice in his mind interrupted his thoughts.
"Mmm?" He hummed, glancing up with a distracted smile. Upon seeing the Sword it only widened, at least until he heard the remainder of what the larger man had to say. Apologize? He repeated silently, brows narrowing with confusion. What ever for?
He just had absolutely no idea what that entailed.
So rather than working on anything, he simply sat at his workbench, staring mildly at the wood. Within, the wood-grain seemed to dance and move as if there were rivers of starlight within. It was all just an illusion, but he found himself entirely lost in it until Deimos voice in his mind interrupted his thoughts.
"Mmm?" He hummed, glancing up with a distracted smile. Upon seeing the Sword it only widened, at least until he heard the remainder of what the larger man had to say. Apologize? He repeated silently, brows narrowing with confusion. What ever for?
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.
