REMI
'How humbly you bear yours." Remi muses, finding his way down the stairs much more easily now that his vision isn't a largely obscured by random boxes of things. Already he smells what Ronin had been cooking, and it isn't just because of his underlying predatory instincts that his mouth begins to water.
Tilting his head back as Ronin comes to stand behind him, the Alchemist hums of note of what almost sounds like relief. His eyes have slipped shut, but Ronin's criticism of his choices makes them open into little slits before he tilts his chin back down to survey the things he's brought.
"Listen. I grabbed the things you asked for that I could find. And...I dunno, the rest of it just seemed like it wanted to be included." He wasn't saying Ronin's supplies had a sentience of their own, but he certainly wasn't not saying it either.
Tilting his head back as Ronin comes to stand behind him, the Alchemist hums of note of what almost sounds like relief. His eyes have slipped shut, but Ronin's criticism of his choices makes them open into little slits before he tilts his chin back down to survey the things he's brought.
"Listen. I grabbed the things you asked for that I could find. And...I dunno, the rest of it just seemed like it wanted to be included." He wasn't saying Ronin's supplies had a sentience of their own, but he certainly wasn't not saying it either.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
