Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
"Oh, I heard about that. Something about a lightning rod?" Honestly, it didn't sound like the sort of oversight that the Sword would make, but Sunjata had had the burns to prove it. Ahuh well. Everyone was entitled to a few mistakes now and then.
"Oh, into that, are you?" The Alchemist chuckles, unable to help the wordplay given that she's just handed him a thick horn, base-first. However if she's looking to see magic at work for this, Remi will leave her disappointed yet again. "In this way." He says, nodding over his shoulder. As they pass the living room the Alchemist holds up the horn in Ronin's direction. "Gonna do a thing." He calls to his partner, who just shrugs and continues teasing Sugar.
Into the workshop, they go, with Remi setting down the horn on a bench and taking a seat before it. He reaches for some leather and a pair of gloves so that he doesn't slice his fingers open as he begins to work. "I've not seen a sea panther yet." He says, pale eyes focused on the task at hand. "They don't normally come inland, do they?"
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.
