07-09-2018, 07:50 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
It was pretty fucking hot out, but Bastille wasn't too torn up about it. If things got particularly awful, he could hide in the cooler rooms of the Observatory, taking solace in the fact that electricity means AC. Or he could go down to the Starpool. Heat just meant that he sweat out more energy when he trained, which was fine by him, honestly. Nevertheless, he was intrigued to stand by and see an Observer poking at Anz. After watching for a bit, Bast noted the temperature dropping in his presence, and arched a brow.
Huh. Interesting.
He tossed a glance in Play's direction, before yawning and carrying on his way. This seemed like it could get touchy-feely real quick, and he wasn't about that.
Huh. Interesting.
He tossed a glance in Play's direction, before yawning and carrying on his way. This seemed like it could get touchy-feely real quick, and he wasn't about that.
[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]