things that haven't happened yet

REMI

the alchemist

"This area of the city is called the Silk Houses." Remi explains, finding that he was able to play tour guide quite well despite how long it had been since he'd lived in Stormbreak. "Some describe it as the seedier part of the city, but really it just caters to a different crowd." But then Remi would say that; given how any breakers with sticky fingers or an inclination to go pocket-surfing were absolutely avoiding the Lullaby like the plague, wandering through the streets was far safer in Remi's presence than it normally would have been.

"That Mateo is likely where we are going...it is not what you might think." Remi adds, sipping in a breath and crinkling his nose slightly. That the number one place to look for his son was a brothel did not speak well of Mateo, and while the botanist absolutely used Molly's services, he did a good deal more as well. So saying the Lullaby leads them to a series of interconnected buildings. "Welcome to Mother Molly's, the best brothel in all of Stormbreak." Arguably in all of everywhere, as well.

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ISLA

Saucer-eyed and trundling at Remi's heels like a true tourist, Isla has been absorbing everything there is to see about Stormbreak since the moment they'd arrived in the city. Yes, her head is still spinning a bit from the opportunity to ride up to the floating region on the back of a manticore, but now that they're here, there's a whole new array of things to be overwhelmed by. "I can't believe you lived here for so long," she murmurs, continuing to walk even as she gazes over her shoulder at some boutique they've passed.

It's true that she has technically been to Stormbreak before, you know, for a bit of breaking-and-relic-seeking, but those times are so long past that Isla barely remembers it. Besides, the city had been on the ground back then. "And what might I think?" she challenges with a faint, amused smile, forcing herself to pick up her pace to gaze up at Remi properly. "That he uses their services, or that he sells them?" Or both, maybe?

(Sometimes it's both, but it's better that neither Remedy nor Lullaby know that).

"I am beginning to feel very underdressed," she remarks to Remi as they step into Molly's for the first time; with all of her belongings in the bag she's carrying, the Remedy still looks as though she's come right off the beach, her skirts carrying no small amount of sand, her feet clad in sandals, her hair left to fall in free, beachy waves.

And while underdressed probably isn't a word one would expect to hear for a brothel, the sight of Molly's girls and boys is exactly why the place is so notorious - beautifully dressed in silks and jewellery with exquisitely applied makeup, they drift about the duo (Remi, in particular) the moment they step inside. Isla knows exactly where to look everywhere, she wants to look everywhere and simultaneously feels the need to examine the equally as gorgeous wallpaper, clearing her throat and nudging Remi.

"Do we ask for him at the desk, then, or...?"

apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood