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.
"I think I have collected them all, actually." Remi points out with a smirk. "Rae does not talk much, but..they were there." He shrugs, having only a faint recollection of the twins and their similarly unimpressed expressions. "Ludo likes ones that it can cheat it. Just so long as you do not cheat, you should be fine." On the topic of whether or not Atlas could be returned, the alchemist offers no advice or council. He thinks that...it's possible, but whether the price is one Hotaru would be willing to pay, he can't guess at. There's no question about the love and devotion she felt for her companion, but Ludo was not one to bargain lightly.
Glancing toward her, his calloused fingers stilling around the grass that he's worrying away, Remi frowns. "Rhyming?" He repeats, as if offended. "Why would anyone..?" Scowling slightly and swallowing hard against the vile taste in the back of his throat, he gives his head a firm shake. "Something I can pronounce would be appreciated." He had managed Aoife well enough, but it never sounded quite as sweet as it did wrapped up in Ronin's accent. But then, similar things could be said about Remi's way of saying Mateo.
"Moreso now. She died of a bone blight—" cancer "—when I was quite young. I remember her face though, and her stories and songs. It is only because of her that posso parlare nella lingua di viaggio." Pointing to his lips to indicate the language he's speaking, Remi tosses away what little grass remains in his fingertips, and plucks at yet more. "But my father banned any and all talk of her." He adds with a sad shrug.
Glancing toward her, his calloused fingers stilling around the grass that he's worrying away, Remi frowns. "Rhyming?" He repeats, as if offended. "Why would anyone..?" Scowling slightly and swallowing hard against the vile taste in the back of his throat, he gives his head a firm shake. "Something I can pronounce would be appreciated." He had managed Aoife well enough, but it never sounded quite as sweet as it did wrapped up in Ronin's accent. But then, similar things could be said about Remi's way of saying Mateo.
"Moreso now. She died of a bone blight—" cancer "—when I was quite young. I remember her face though, and her stories and songs. It is only because of her that posso parlare nella lingua di viaggio." Pointing to his lips to indicate the language he's speaking, Remi tosses away what little grass remains in his fingertips, and plucks at yet more. "But my father banned any and all talk of her." He adds with a sad shrug.
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.
