Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
Remi's lashes fluttered as Bastien mentioned synthetic, but he wasn't one to interrupt. Instead he reasoned that it must be some way of creating colours. And waterlogged? How interesting. Either way, the alchemist simply nodded. If more paint was what the artist wanted, then more paint is what he would get.
Bristling as the man mentioned that he'd gone to see the gods precisely because of what Remi had said, the alchemist prepared to hear the worst. Had something happened to Bastien as well, as it had with Rexanna? Nibbling the inside of his lip with anxiety and worry, Remi wondered how he could simultaneously warn his friends without somehow inciting their interests. Glancing down towards Bastien's chest (such style the man seemed to have), Remi inhaled. The stone was remarkable. Ronin hadn't showed Remi his, and to see the galactic brightness of the dark pendant quite literally took Remi's breath away. But as with last time as well, he was filled with the most wonderful sense of hope and peace as he gazed upon it.
"Beautiful..." He whispered, before slowly forcing himself to drag his gaze away.
Running a hand across his forehead, Remi shrugged his shoulders gently. "I do not think that wise ... I have heard pleasant things about her from Ronin as I have said...but I do not have the best track record with them. I fear that my presence would only make things worse. " With a soft sigh, Remi's sea-glass green stare faltered slightly. "Would not the first god be upset that I went to a second? Would Safrin not be offended I asked her to undo the work of one of her peers? I have nothing to offer in return ... I cannot imagine being beholden to a deity like that."
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.
