REMI
the alchemist
there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
From six to two, the table suddenly feels both very big, and also very small. Directly across from Finn there is almost nowhere Remi can reasonably look that won't seem as if he's intentionally avoiding the Spyglass's eyeliner.
Flexing his remaining three fingers at the mention of his hand, Remi looks down as if just now seeing his ruined hand for the first time. "I am not so sure about that. We were going after a relic and so far, monsters have always been part of it." Remi replies, seemingly contrary simply for the sake of it. This is perhaps why he doesn't drink his wine, even though he'd very much like a sip of it; he doesn't want to appear as though he's mirroring Finn more than he subconsciously already is.
"I think I might know where another is." He mentions casually, tapping his three fingers on the table. "We'll see how many fingers that one requires."
Flexing his remaining three fingers at the mention of his hand, Remi looks down as if just now seeing his ruined hand for the first time. "I am not so sure about that. We were going after a relic and so far, monsters have always been part of it." Remi replies, seemingly contrary simply for the sake of it. This is perhaps why he doesn't drink his wine, even though he'd very much like a sip of it; he doesn't want to appear as though he's mirroring Finn more than he subconsciously already is.
"I think I might know where another is." He mentions casually, tapping his three fingers on the table. "We'll see how many fingers that one requires."
in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.
& the voices of those who stand looking.
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.
