REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Remi shrugs himself out of his clothes as Ronin begins to list entirely reasonable things he would like, leaving them in a pool around his feet without a second thought. Grinning, the alchemist reaches for the blankets and drapes them over himself like a cloak so that as he descends upon Ronin he can keep them both covered. 'Whatever happened to that statue we were meant to erect of you in the Plaza?" He wonders, blanketing the Huntsman with his length. "The one were we could see your cock from out window." Gods but those light hearted discussions seemed to have taken place a lifetime ago.
"If we redesigned the Tower in your likeness, would your office be in its eye?" Remi wonders, partially holding himself aloft so as not to aggravate any of Ronin's injuries. "Or in its head, perhaps?" Which one, huehuehuehuehuehueh.
"If we redesigned the Tower in your likeness, would your office be in its eye?" Remi wonders, partially holding himself aloft so as not to aggravate any of Ronin's injuries. "Or in its head, perhaps?" Which one, huehuehuehuehuehueh.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
