06-18-2018, 06:37 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille hadn't felt like bothering to random choose his next victim for hosting tasks -- as fun as selecting someone out of the blue was -- so he'd decided to manage them himself this week. It'd been a bit since he'd done it, so may as well pretend like he was a function adult (sort of) capable of doing more than just develop alliances everyone hated and host sub-par meetings. So, here he was. Pretending. Post meeting, the tom stood in the Circle with a yawn, drawling, "Yo, tasks and shit."
[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]