06-01-2018, 03:23 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Early on, when it had mostly just been Starry and Bast, they'd encountered an odd creature somewhat like this one. She had a satellite on her head, however, and he supposed that made a difference. So, Bastille didn't look too bothered as he joined them, pale stare flickering over the computer monitor with little interest. He felt neither shock nor intrigue, but then again, he didn't feel much of anything these days unless it was in the extremes. "We can place you in either the main Observatory or the bunker," he added, looking fairly bored as he kept his distance from Margy -- for one thing, he didn't want to tempt Pollie, and for another, he knew she'd be the most likely to smell the faint traces of alcohol on him. A pause. "I'm Bast."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHoney, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]