REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
The Alchemist had done his grumbling on the way to the portal with Ronin at his side. So when they emerged into the Hollowed Grounds it was mostly without argument.
Mostly.
"Nope. Don't miss this." Remi said dryly, inhaling a breath decidedly empty of salty-sea air. The Grounds seemed even more devoid of life given the vivacity of Torchline, than he remembered. "And just think. You'll get to spend an entire week here, prancing about, saving idiots from monsters." Nudging Ronin playfully, the pair made their way towards the bakery.
"Sorry we're late. One of us couldn't settle on which jacket was the right amount of roguish and charming." Remi said with a grin as they entered.
Mostly.
"Nope. Don't miss this." Remi said dryly, inhaling a breath decidedly empty of salty-sea air. The Grounds seemed even more devoid of life given the vivacity of Torchline, than he remembered. "And just think. You'll get to spend an entire week here, prancing about, saving idiots from monsters." Nudging Ronin playfully, the pair made their way towards the bakery.
"Sorry we're late. One of us couldn't settle on which jacket was the right amount of roguish and charming." Remi said with a grin as they entered.
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.
