i've got a river for a soul
"We're all preparing for a war." Remi replies with an apologetic half-smile. Perhaps word hadn't filtered down yet, to those merely trying to live their lives. It made sense after all, that anyone not entangled with the gods wouldn't have reason to know about the larger picture.
Yet.
"I would be...very careful when it comes to Safrin." The alchemist advises, jaw instantly feathering with tension as a snarl tries to steal its way across his face. "How many non-ascended live in the Grounds, would you say?" Part of the trouble with what was happening, was that it wasn't so straightforwardly the ascended vs. the demigods and the Order. There were those caught in the middle, like Oliver.
"Well, you and I are friends. You visiting me here, especially with Ronin gone, won't be much of a surprise to anyone. You can even say you brought some nails or such for the wagon if anyone asks." Running a hand up the side of his cheek, Remi studies the man before him for a moment. He remembers though it feels like years ago now, when the then-abandoned had first come to the Grounds. Confused and with more concern for his clothing than his own welfare, the Oliver of then was a far cry from the one standing before Remi now.
'I think it's all up to you, really. How much involvement you want to have. You're welcome to stay with me, here in the Greatwood. Delphia and I are creating a stronghold here with the help of the fae. Torchline is certainly much safer though, but..." Frowning slightly and letting his head loll back and forth, eventually, Remi just shrugs. "With Sunjata and Nate...I feel Torchline will want to remain as neutral, for as long as they can."
Yet.
"I would be...very careful when it comes to Safrin." The alchemist advises, jaw instantly feathering with tension as a snarl tries to steal its way across his face. "How many non-ascended live in the Grounds, would you say?" Part of the trouble with what was happening, was that it wasn't so straightforwardly the ascended vs. the demigods and the Order. There were those caught in the middle, like Oliver.
"Well, you and I are friends. You visiting me here, especially with Ronin gone, won't be much of a surprise to anyone. You can even say you brought some nails or such for the wagon if anyone asks." Running a hand up the side of his cheek, Remi studies the man before him for a moment. He remembers though it feels like years ago now, when the then-abandoned had first come to the Grounds. Confused and with more concern for his clothing than his own welfare, the Oliver of then was a far cry from the one standing before Remi now.
'I think it's all up to you, really. How much involvement you want to have. You're welcome to stay with me, here in the Greatwood. Delphia and I are creating a stronghold here with the help of the fae. Torchline is certainly much safer though, but..." Frowning slightly and letting his head loll back and forth, eventually, Remi just shrugs. "With Sunjata and Nate...I feel Torchline will want to remain as neutral, for as long as they can."
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.
