07-08-2018, 12:42 AM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Once upon a time, Bastille had looked at their options and pointed out that Snowbound was the most akin to them and the most likely candidate for an alliance. Of course, at the time, Starry hadn't exactly been asking him for advice or really been thinking about politics, as far as he could tell. And then shit happened and suddenly Jacob was choosing Pinch, and Starry seemed inclined towards Becky. Bastille had liked Jacob. He was kind, while the other two were assholes, but he could accept the odds -- Pinch was more likely to cross them, and then they wouldn't be able to rely on Snowbound. Cruel but fair.
Nevertheless, Atbash seemed alright, and was game to keep interacting as neutrals. That was fine by him. As long as they didn't join Typhoon in an attack, potentially, they could use some more social friends. "Yeah, we're down," he drawled as he approached her, his words ending in a yawn. Gods, was he fucking exhausted lately. "Thanks for the invite, I guess."
Nevertheless, Atbash seemed alright, and was game to keep interacting as neutrals. That was fine by him. As long as they didn't join Typhoon in an attack, potentially, they could use some more social friends. "Yeah, we're down," he drawled as he approached her, his words ending in a yawn. Gods, was he fucking exhausted lately. "Thanks for the invite, I guess."
[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS
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]