REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Remi nods at that, feeling quite certain that it isn't anything she's not seen before, but also likely not something she wants, either. For all that he is, attractive to others is something he's rarely been. Or perhaps the aura of being married to Ronin is simply too strong. But then, Remi isn't the sort of man who minds it, so here merely nods and directs her gaze towards a table holding a number of different gears. "Well it's...a way to fly, I suppose." No DaVinci was he, but the bare bones of one of the old master's works was indeed taking shape. "Over the water, primarily. You would peddle here to make the wings move, but over the ocean as hot air rises off the water, it should assist. Almost like floating on the air. When we were out taking care of the pod of ghost whales, the girl who drowned had no way of flying, so I got to thinking of all those at sea in similar positions. Even just anchored, it would be faster than a boat to get back to shore."
The Alchemist's bright enthusiasm for his work shined through, coating his words before embarrassment and politeness brought him back to the matter at hand. "So if it isn't a shirt or clean hands, what can I do for you?"
The Alchemist's bright enthusiasm for his work shined through, coating his words before embarrassment and politeness brought him back to the matter at hand. "So if it isn't a shirt or clean hands, what can I do for you?"
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.
