he said "i bet you don't remember me"
"I thought you might be." Remi agrees. He shouldn't be amused by where his hostility and selfish temper have landed him, but there is a small amount of smugness in his voice. It would have sounded horrific to the man that was, but this iteration? This one just shrugs it off. "I've never learned to do that. Them on the other hand...they're positively built for it. They have the look, too." Amalia and dark her eyes, both hard and kind. And Ronin with his...well, everthing.
An invisible arc of magic forms over their head, blocking out the rain that falls directly, though Remi makes no attempt to keep them protected from the wind or the chill. He just doesn't feel like holding up and umbrella such that Finn will have to hover at his side. "You just wait and see." Remi murmurs with a grin, doing his best not to hurry the Spyglass along by keeping his steps short.
Ahead—yes Finn, in the mist and despite the rain—the dock works are still working. What it in fact looks like, is some orchestrated musical with choreographed movements and a score written just for them. Their voices rise and fall musically with curses and delightful swears as they go about their work. The ones near the water maneuver their nets brilliantly, catching fish and hauling them up to the shore. Those thereupon slice them in quick movements, adding their guts to a bucket before tossing them in glorious arcs to waiting mongers on the beach.
Over and over this continues and not a single fish is dropped despite the slime, the blood, and the rain. Remi watches all of his with rapt and appreciative eyes, his breath partially held.
"In another life, I think I might have been good at this sort of thing."
An invisible arc of magic forms over their head, blocking out the rain that falls directly, though Remi makes no attempt to keep them protected from the wind or the chill. He just doesn't feel like holding up and umbrella such that Finn will have to hover at his side. "You just wait and see." Remi murmurs with a grin, doing his best not to hurry the Spyglass along by keeping his steps short.
Ahead—yes Finn, in the mist and despite the rain—the dock works are still working. What it in fact looks like, is some orchestrated musical with choreographed movements and a score written just for them. Their voices rise and fall musically with curses and delightful swears as they go about their work. The ones near the water maneuver their nets brilliantly, catching fish and hauling them up to the shore. Those thereupon slice them in quick movements, adding their guts to a bucket before tossing them in glorious arcs to waiting mongers on the beach.
Over and over this continues and not a single fish is dropped despite the slime, the blood, and the rain. Remi watches all of his with rapt and appreciative eyes, his breath partially held.
"In another life, I think I might have been good at this sort of thing."
THE ALCHEMIST
and i said, "only every other memory".
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.
