REMI
'I think Wessex has been down there before, hasn't she?" Vaguely Remi remembers something about...Jigano and Deimos and books that had sent them out before portals had been opened? Still, he gives his head a shake uncertainly. "Is something funny?" The alchemists asks of the Remedy's giggles, ignoring the way the sound of it made his stomach flop.
"Strange..." It was probably better that there wasn't a correlation, honestly. "I came across a gargoyle the other week. It was quite the thing." Biting at his lip, Remi looks into his hands as one of his feet tapped nervously against the base of the stair. "It...had to do with a relic." He admits after a moment in a low voice that sounds a touch guilty. "It was no joke, Isla." Turning his gaze back toward her, forcing his fingers against one another to still them against the things they wanted to do, Remi's jaw tenses for a moment before he continues. "Sunjata nearly died. His companion did die. I was alright, but.." Remi being alright was hardly a good litmus test of danger. "If your snake was guarding one as well..." Gods but this wasn't the sort of thing they should be talking about, given who and what they were, but concern for Isla's safety overrode even basic tactical decision making when it came to Remi. "...just don't underestimate it. Not ever, okay?"
The crisp air should have helped clear Remi's mind, but it didn't, nor did it cool the unhappy warmth spreading throughout his limbs. Leaning his cheek against the side of Isla's head, he nods stiffly and closes his eyes. "I didn't think of that. To make matters worse, it's possible that the gods do use it for that, even if it was my idea to begin with." Biting the inside of his cheek again, the movement of which Isla will likely feel against the top of her head, Remi sighs. "It was Remi's idea. Remi the demigod of the herald who wants the ascended dead." He says in a mocking voice.
"Strange..." It was probably better that there wasn't a correlation, honestly. "I came across a gargoyle the other week. It was quite the thing." Biting at his lip, Remi looks into his hands as one of his feet tapped nervously against the base of the stair. "It...had to do with a relic." He admits after a moment in a low voice that sounds a touch guilty. "It was no joke, Isla." Turning his gaze back toward her, forcing his fingers against one another to still them against the things they wanted to do, Remi's jaw tenses for a moment before he continues. "Sunjata nearly died. His companion did die. I was alright, but.." Remi being alright was hardly a good litmus test of danger. "If your snake was guarding one as well..." Gods but this wasn't the sort of thing they should be talking about, given who and what they were, but concern for Isla's safety overrode even basic tactical decision making when it came to Remi. "...just don't underestimate it. Not ever, okay?"
The crisp air should have helped clear Remi's mind, but it didn't, nor did it cool the unhappy warmth spreading throughout his limbs. Leaning his cheek against the side of Isla's head, he nods stiffly and closes his eyes. "I didn't think of that. To make matters worse, it's possible that the gods do use it for that, even if it was my idea to begin with." Biting the inside of his cheek again, the movement of which Isla will likely feel against the top of her head, Remi sighs. "It was Remi's idea. Remi the demigod of the herald who wants the ascended dead." He says in a mocking voice.
honest feelings and bad timing
make the most painful combination.
make the most painful combination.
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
