What are this? [OPEN]

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do Remi chuckled affectionately at the mention of there not being a glaive. "Elyna." The alchemist offered by way of explanation, which would prove to be unnecessary but of course helpful as he sought to be, Remi couldn't have known the captain's familiarity with the former-bloodfiend's weapon of choice. Looking towards Rory, Remi nodded with a warm light in his pale eyes. "And hopefully not again." With a drama that seemed ill-fitting the alchemists affable and submissive nature, Remi sighed and ran a hand from the back of his neck forwards through his hair, making his curls flop comically against his forehead. "Is there anything more you can tell us about it Rory?" Remi asked, still shielding his eyes to better see the blue-eyed man, and squinting a bit more to try and discern the details of his face. Glancing over his shoulder with a weary sigh, Remi held up the leather-bound notebook he'd been sketching in, and gestured towards it absently. "I had only hoped that by studying the Spire perhaps we could learn more about it ... about what it inside or how to open it, or even just about the thing which attacked you." So saying this latter bit, Remi nodded his head thoughtfully toward Ronin.