REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
The 'government-wing' of the house was decidedly unhomey, as Sam had noticed. Gesturing vaguely at a chair by the window where the full view of the sea was on offer, the Alchemist moved behind a rather large desk and slouched down into his own chair. Vaguely, a dream he'd had once of Sam in a room that had filled full of water made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Rubbing at the spot with one of his hands, Remi nodded as Sam spoke up.
"I'm surprised it's you that Rexanna delegated." He commented with a half-smirk. "What with Nate being here...The fact you've spent the majority of your life in the grounds..." Though the Alchemist shrugged, there was a quiet sort of request in his words. A call for justification that Sam would be able to do what he was sent here to do.
"I'm surprised it's you that Rexanna delegated." He commented with a half-smirk. "What with Nate being here...The fact you've spent the majority of your life in the grounds..." Though the Alchemist shrugged, there was a quiet sort of request in his words. A call for justification that Sam would be able to do what he was sent here to do.
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.
