REMI
the alchemist
So alike and yet so different. Not for the first time nor the last in all probability, Remi had no idea how to take Finn's words despite being able to imagine himself saying them. Blinking in confusion, Remi returns his gaze to the sea wondering if it is the combination of Finn's words and his eerlier similiar mannerisms that are making this conversation so difficult to parse.
"He isn't." Remi said of Ronin, who was currently out boxing. How handy that Safrin healed both the Star and the flood; just in time for them to take out their weariness on each other in the boxing ring. "Go?" The Alchemist asks, his head tilted slightly to the side as if listening to something high pitched. "He has a young daughter here. The grave of the other is not terribly far from where we're sitting." He adds leadingly. "I suggest you think up a better answer to who you are if you speak with him. A man with a job is not going to motivate Ronin to put his family in danger, your good reasons be damned."
Darkly Remi looked towards Finn then. Storms brewed in his sea-glass stare, like calm waters suddenly disturbed. Who are you, Finn. He wondered. To come here and upset my life just by sitting there. A distant cousin to premonition—unreliable gut-instinct was what it likely was—caused Remi to shiver slightly where he sat.
"He isn't." Remi said of Ronin, who was currently out boxing. How handy that Safrin healed both the Star and the flood; just in time for them to take out their weariness on each other in the boxing ring. "Go?" The Alchemist asks, his head tilted slightly to the side as if listening to something high pitched. "He has a young daughter here. The grave of the other is not terribly far from where we're sitting." He adds leadingly. "I suggest you think up a better answer to who you are if you speak with him. A man with a job is not going to motivate Ronin to put his family in danger, your good reasons be damned."
Darkly Remi looked towards Finn then. Storms brewed in his sea-glass stare, like calm waters suddenly disturbed. Who are you, Finn. He wondered. To come here and upset my life just by sitting there. A distant cousin to premonition—unreliable gut-instinct was what it likely was—caused Remi to shiver slightly where he sat.
i'm holding onto the pieces of my heart's debris
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.
