REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
'Or—' Remi countered with boyish smugness, "—maybe I was good at this all along." It was absolutely not that and they both knew it. One of the things the Alchemist had found most difficult about living in the Guildhall was precisely the lack of separation between work and play as it was. Besides, in a place like Torchline, parent or not, there were certain things Seren should be kept from.
"Can't I though?" Remi replied in a falsely whiny tone. "We live in a place of corruption. Surely I'm allowed to use my power for this one little thing." Looping his arm around Ronin's waist to force him towards the wagon, the Alchemist hummed thoughtfully. "He's tarnished his own reputation to be sure, but you're right...a few well-placed whispers and Torchline might not seem the sunny and welcoming paradise Loren seems to think it is."
"Can't I though?" Remi replied in a falsely whiny tone. "We live in a place of corruption. Surely I'm allowed to use my power for this one little thing." Looping his arm around Ronin's waist to force him towards the wagon, the Alchemist hummed thoughtfully. "He's tarnished his own reputation to be sure, but you're right...a few well-placed whispers and Torchline might not seem the sunny and welcoming paradise Loren seems to think it is."
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
