07-09-2018, 07:35 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
There were times when Oni came barreling through, determined to be the best at everything and rolling about in mock fighting stances, and Bastille wondered idly just how much of a handful that one was going to be as a Fireball. Sure, he could appreciate the drive to do better and be better -- Bastille had a fiercely competitive edge about him, when it came down to fighting, if only because Echo had basically engraved it in his system. Learn a new fighting style and master it. Carry on, repeat. It was one of his only actual hobbies, and he often mused that Oni was going to be a fun one to train with, one day.
Other times, he stumbled upon the boy getting all puffed up over his siblings and their safety, and he realized they were probably more alike than he thought. "Hey, you two," he greeted idly, gaze flickering between them briefly before he eyed their rock tower. Bast grinned slightly, and teased, "Good luck, huh? Haven't heard that one before, but if you insist." He shot Oni an amused glance, before adding, "I could go for some good luck."
Other times, he stumbled upon the boy getting all puffed up over his siblings and their safety, and he realized they were probably more alike than he thought. "Hey, you two," he greeted idly, gaze flickering between them briefly before he eyed their rock tower. Bast grinned slightly, and teased, "Good luck, huh? Haven't heard that one before, but if you insist." He shot Oni an amused glance, before adding, "I could go for some good luck."
[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]