06-14-2018, 10:11 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Speak of the devil. Bastilleprisoner very, very rarely -- read as: never -- offered his actual title to newcomers or guests unless for whatever god awful reason he had to. He could go an entire week without newcomers actually realized who he was until he got up for the meeting, because he was that stubborn about acknowledging his "authority". Did he think that intense denial and pretending could make his responsibilities suddenly disappear? No. Was he going to continue on in denial bliss any way? Yup.
So, he wasn't exactly thrilled to arrive on the tailwind of someone discussing their leader, even if that someone was very clearly a ghost. He stopped a few paces from Margaery without even acknowledging her proximity, as if it meant nothing to him, and eyed this stranger's aura idly. Well, not stranger -- he too recognized this spirit from before. Huh. Nice of him to visit again, he supposed.
"You're back," he commented, idle. He didn't seem to carry Roy's same aggression or suspicions -- aside from Beck, he didn't really mind ghosts. They were... intriguing things. Carried a lot of memories and so much raw energy, raw aura. Something about them appealed to Grimm, which of course meant that Bast was obligated to take an interest. He cocked his head to the side slightly, and added, though a bit reluctant, "What're you lookin' for me for?"
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSSo, he wasn't exactly thrilled to arrive on the tailwind of someone discussing their leader, even if that someone was very clearly a ghost. He stopped a few paces from Margaery without even acknowledging her proximity, as if it meant nothing to him, and eyed this stranger's aura idly. Well, not stranger -- he too recognized this spirit from before. Huh. Nice of him to visit again, he supposed.
"You're back," he commented, idle. He didn't seem to carry Roy's same aggression or suspicions -- aside from Beck, he didn't really mind ghosts. They were... intriguing things. Carried a lot of memories and so much raw energy, raw aura. Something about them appealed to Grimm, which of course meant that Bast was obligated to take an interest. He cocked his head to the side slightly, and added, though a bit reluctant, "What're you lookin' for me for?"
Honey, 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]