for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
Once upon a time, Remi had nearly owned a bar. It had been a political ploy though, a game he didn't understand, and it was taken away. Then here, he'd helped Vai when she'd been mistress of the Rathskeller, and Edy after that. Now it seemed there was a new bar in town, and so Remi showed up to assist with that too. It was too late, given that it had been constructed in the blink of an eye, but a bar was just walls without liquor.
Only...it seemed he wasn't needed for that either.
As the alchemist poked his head in, the interior looking quite unlike anything he'd ever seen, Remi saw shelves already lined with various different bottles holding various different liquids. Indeed Loren was in the process of unloading a few things next to Sunjata, an image that inspired all sorts of strangeness in the alchemist's belly, as he caught the lingering words the Launceleyn was saying.
Oh.
Remi's fingers suddenly felt quite uncertain around the bottle of clear liquor that he'd brought. For most of his life, Remi's value had ever been in his utility. Now, as those around him grew stronger and his abilities were duplicated he felt less and less like he had a place here: after all, most only sought him out when they needed him, or needed something from him.
And so, feeling strangely melancholy, Remi sent his bottle of gin and note of congratulations magically towards the bar, before turning to slip out once more.
Only...it seemed he wasn't needed for that either.
As the alchemist poked his head in, the interior looking quite unlike anything he'd ever seen, Remi saw shelves already lined with various different bottles holding various different liquids. Indeed Loren was in the process of unloading a few things next to Sunjata, an image that inspired all sorts of strangeness in the alchemist's belly, as he caught the lingering words the Launceleyn was saying.
Oh.
Remi's fingers suddenly felt quite uncertain around the bottle of clear liquor that he'd brought. For most of his life, Remi's value had ever been in his utility. Now, as those around him grew stronger and his abilities were duplicated he felt less and less like he had a place here: after all, most only sought him out when they needed him, or needed something from him.
And so, feeling strangely melancholy, Remi sent his bottle of gin and note of congratulations magically towards the bar, before turning to slip out once more.
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.
