Remi the Alchemist At the conclusion of Ronin's words, as if his body had been waiting for the all clear, Remi turned away sharply and vomited spectacularly into the snow. Indeed the force of his contracting muscles dropped the alchemist to his knees, bracing himself with one hand against the knotted trunk of a tree. Forcing himself to gasp through his spasming to try and get air into his lungs, Remi's fingers tottered as if with frustration on the tree, just waiting for his body to be finished. Once he was, for now anyways, Remi turned and leaned exhausted against the tree, taking a breath and fluttering lashes now moist with tears. Groaning he swiped at his eyes and flashed Ronin an apologetic smile. "Some bounty hunter you are." He managed finally with a weak smile. |
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.