06-27-2018, 08:53 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
The sound of several calls clamoring together and a faint clicking told Bastille all that he needed to know. He'd wondered where the raptors seemed to have all disappeared to, and it seemed that he had found them; he followed the noises aimlessly, coming to a slow stop as he surveyed the situation he walked in on. Margy, guarding Connor, while Beta fucked around with the little remote and the rest of the raptors looked vaguely agitated. He scowled, attention sliding from Blue (who was arguably the most hostile) to Beta as she started clicking the little button. Oh -- that vocalization was one of the only few he'd been able to identify so far, and he cocked his head to the side as he studied the bloody remains.
"You were feeding them," he realized aloud, scowling slightly, "You were feeding them with the clicker. Oh." He shook his head slightly, realizing what the fuck Beta was up to, and he couldn't help it -- he smiled slightly. "You're trying to feed yourself, then. Clever girl." After a beat, a rabbit appeared at his paws, and he pushed it towards Beta with an arched brow.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS"You were feeding them," he realized aloud, scowling slightly, "You were feeding them with the clicker. Oh." He shook his head slightly, realizing what the fuck Beta was up to, and he couldn't help it -- he smiled slightly. "You're trying to feed yourself, then. Clever girl." After a beat, a rabbit appeared at his paws, and he pushed it towards Beta with an arched brow.
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]