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"No...and there was something nice about that, honestly." Remi replies with a humourless smirk. "Now we do." War. Vague as that was, their minds could all paint a picture that would keep them up at night if they tried hard enough.
Nodding appreciatively as the walls are held back with magic that Remi might be able to insert the beams where they needed to be, he can't help but pause to shoot Deimos a wry grin. "Much easier this time, though." He points out. No collapsing tunnels, no hours and hours of work. Just two men who are strong beyond all reason, easily able to complete a task that once took them days.
'Shall we see how Hotaru is fairing?' Remi wonders, glancing up and squinting his eyes at the sudden onslaught of hanging snakes that have been deposited in the grass and are now slithering away.
Deimos and Remi can go help Hotaru! Hotaru has cleared the first panel of hanging snakes and adjusted it. There are still plenty more snakes attracted by the warmth of the solar panels.
Who are you? They ask. Death? Sometimes... I say. But not today
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
It had been easier in their ignorance. In merely fighting a dictator, in piecing together onslaughts, stories, portions of a puzzle, rather than settling into it now. Positioning themselves into things they thought they understood, but likely had yet to even truly touch beyond the surface. The currents, the tides, the ripple effects of everything settling onto shoulders that believed they’d already borne enough – and more and more and more to come.
But at the wry grin, he could return the same – albeit with a snort. “Much.” Time and actions had given them power – and if it could be utilized like this, all the better.
Once they’d completed their tasks though, there was still Aisha and Hotaru’s actions to wander within. Following after Remi, his eyes went towards the hanging snakes. “I can try to ask them to leave,” he shrugged – a nicer option rather than bludgeoning and sieging. He reached into his Attuned measures, and patiently, stoically, asked for their compliance in departing.
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Deimos uses Beast Speaker to try and compel the hanging snakes away.
Can speak to rare creatures/companions/regular animals. Requires permission to "speak" on behalf of someone's companion. Regular animals speak in varying levels of coherence.
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
The first panel settles into place, and a triumphant noise echoes in Hotaru's throat when she steps back and finds herself approving of the final product. That leaves more to do however, and though the snakes had been cleared easily enough by her own hand the first time, the sight of Remi and Deimos moving closer to (presumably) assist is a good one.
Though Deimos isn't speaking directly to her, she catches his words on the wind, and gives a thumbs up from above. "If you can compel them, I can move each pane while you do." So saying she gets into place with the second pane, holding it tilted and waiting for the snakes to hopefully move before she will attempt to lower it and secure it into place.
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Ru calls down to Deimos to coordinate the compulsion with her own moving of the glass panel, and moves to the second one to secure it if he succeeds.
She doesn't care about your words or how you'll try and save her
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
As the Sword's voice touches the minds of the snakes, they pause in their unintentional chaos to listen and absorb what is being communicated. It's far more complex than the whispered hisses they're used to, but Deimos 's predatory nature has them deciding better to simply find somewhere else to sun bask for the day.
Taking his place on the roof, Remi watches as Hotaru places the second pane into place. Lifting the third, he attempts to mirror her movements, though he lacks her intuitive understanding of how the glass needs to go. "Like...this?" He wonders, though the creases forming on his forehead suggest that even he knows he's done something wrong.
Last round!
Deimos is successful in removing the snakes. Now all there is to do is fit the third panel into place!
Who are you? They ask. Death? Sometimes... I say. But not today
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
An acknowledgment, some form of a thank you, processed through his mind and towards the snakes as they hastened away – leaving this round of chaos to continue only in the realm of human factions. With the animals gone, save for his companions who were quite clear on taking a nap by the riverside, the only thing left to do was assist Hotaru in her task.
The Sword marched over to Remi, tilting his head a fraction, studying, examining, and striving to process the undertakings and movements necessary. He may not have understood completely either, but between the two of them, he figured the efforts would lead somewhere. “I can help,” he offered, hands coming over the pane as well, intending to help angle it along, and hopefully not interfering more in the process.
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Deimos tries to help fit in the third panel with Remi.
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
Hotaru watches the snakes slink away within moments of Deimos' power exerting upon them. It's no surprise, but she's relieved all the same to have them depart, unwilling to accidentally injure one when it is they who are impeding upon the territory of the snakes. Stepping back as Remi scales the structure to assist with the glass, Hotaru moves to the edge when moments later Deimos joins him, using her vantage point to direct them as they settle the pane.
"Close, a little higher on the back end." Sharp eyes watch the reflected sunlight as its beam moves over the forest floor below, gauging for the proper angle for full reflection as well as matching the other pane. "There, right there is perfect. Hold it there and I'll help secure it." Moving in, she layers and shores up the materials Remi had supplied to keep the glass in place, without any danger of being easily knocked out of place.
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Ru directs the boys on the right angle to hold the glass, then goes about securing it when they've achieved it.
She doesn't care about your words or how you'll try and save her
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
It takes a bit more time, but many hands make light work, and all of that. Eventually, the sunlight begins to fade as do the lines of sweat that have gathered down spines and across cheeks. The result is a rather architecturally interesting building. An inventory and alchemist Remi might be, but whether or not anyone will commission him to design any more buildings is largely in doubt. Regardless, the solar panels on top are able to provide hot water and the fortified walls and tunnels are the basis for what might actually work as a defence.
"I cannot thank you enough." He all but gushes, weary and appreciative. 'Though the fae can be...a bit unwelcoming, you will always have a place here with me if you ever need it." Knowing neither Deimos nor Hotaru well (and oh, how things would change), the alchemist bids them (and Aisha) a fond farewell and begins to clean up the remaining debris and their tools before sending him to sleep to rejoin his husband in Stormbreak.
~FIN
Who are you? They ask. Death? Sometimes... I say. But not today
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
