& my heart ran away from me
The bow struck him squarely as Vai must have known it would. With an oofff, the Alchemist wavered back into slight visibility as he flinched away. No matter how many scars adorned his body, never a proper warrior would Remi be. Though he wasn't in any pain, he couldn't help the way he reflexively tried to avoid the weapon sailing in his direction.
Grinning visibly as Vai 'blew out' his flames as if they were naught more than birthday candles (neither of them were actually trying to hurt the other of course), Remi made a show of trying intently to keep them alight. When he couldn't, he gasped with feigned exasperation, throwing his hands into the air.
With only one last trick up his sleeve, the Alchemist left his body and trailed across the sands as a spirit. Pulsing himself into Vai, rather than attempting to take over her body in any meaningful way, instead he'd just try and make her back itch in that one place which was always so awkward to scratch.
Grinning visibly as Vai 'blew out' his flames as if they were naught more than birthday candles (neither of them were actually trying to hurt the other of course), Remi made a show of trying intently to keep them alight. When he couldn't, he gasped with feigned exasperation, throwing his hands into the air.
With only one last trick up his sleeve, the Alchemist left his body and trailed across the sands as a spirit. Pulsing himself into Vai, rather than attempting to take over her body in any meaningful way, instead he'd just try and make her back itch in that one place which was always so awkward to scratch.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
