REMI
the alchemist
The Alchemist tutted at that, though his smile never wavered. He and Ianto had never properly regained their footing after all that had happened, and though their bridges could no longer be forged by smoke and drink and passing out in each other's arms on the floor of a small house, Remi was content with merely catching sight of the fox again.
"I've gone somewhere to be sure. Whether it's up is yet to be seen." The Alchemist corrected. With a glance towards the Mathair, Remi nodded. "Yes. I had...business with Delphia here." Presumably Ianto knew who that was. Even without Arduinna's influence, Remi assumed the fox still had a good handle on the comings and goings of the Woods.
'You know...there are a good deal of colourful folk to speak with in Torchline. Mermaids, even." The Alchemist said with a sly casualness. "Plenty of food as well. And sun. You're looking a little thin, if you don't mind my saying so."
"I've gone somewhere to be sure. Whether it's up is yet to be seen." The Alchemist corrected. With a glance towards the Mathair, Remi nodded. "Yes. I had...business with Delphia here." Presumably Ianto knew who that was. Even without Arduinna's influence, Remi assumed the fox still had a good handle on the comings and goings of the Woods.
'You know...there are a good deal of colourful folk to speak with in Torchline. Mermaids, even." The Alchemist said with a sly casualness. "Plenty of food as well. And sun. You're looking a little thin, if you don't mind my saying so."
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.
