walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Opening the scroll, for a moment Remi just gazed down at the haphazard scratches on the parchment. He didn't even really see the outlines, the names and labels. His eyes focused singularly on the word at the top, written with what was likely meant to be an impressive flourish. After a moment he tipped his head back and laughed a mad, guttural sound.
Torchline, it said.
Walking towards Ronin the alchemist added his own bundle of larger sticks and such, the dark amusement still rife on his features. "Well here is hoping I rise to the challenge." He agreed, kneeling down to arrange the wood. "I know the anticipation is likely killing you, so let me be the first to welcome you to Torchline." Remi's voice was without mirth or joy now, and the look he gave Ronin was similarly devoid of anything save for a grim acknowledgment of the irony.
Torchline, it said.
Walking towards Ronin the alchemist added his own bundle of larger sticks and such, the dark amusement still rife on his features. "Well here is hoping I rise to the challenge." He agreed, kneeling down to arrange the wood. "I know the anticipation is likely killing you, so let me be the first to welcome you to Torchline." Remi's voice was without mirth or joy now, and the look he gave Ronin was similarly devoid of anything save for a grim acknowledgment of the irony.
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.
