07-12-2018, 11:36 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Slowly starving to death, haha. The dismissiveness and the fake laugh attached had Bastille smirking in amusement as he stopped beside Margy, studying this stranger briefly. He didn't really care to fully analyze people or note every detail right away: he just wanted an aura sweep and a general impression to attach to a name and face. Everything else could be sorted out later. Or not. He didn't really care if he was best friends with everyone or not, frankly, as all as everyone was relatively happy and no one was plotting to overthrow him in their despair.
(Well, actually -- Bastille would probably welcome a coup. If his people wanted it and it gave him excuse to abandon this god awful role? Hell yeah. He hated this damn job and would forever question why on gods' earth Starry had hated him enough to curse him like this.)
In the meantime, he drawled idly with that smirk still in place, "Well, nice to meet you then. I guess the first thing we should do is get you more food. I'm Bast, by the way."
(Well, actually -- Bastille would probably welcome a coup. If his people wanted it and it gave him excuse to abandon this god awful role? Hell yeah. He hated this damn job and would forever question why on gods' earth Starry had hated him enough to curse him like this.)
In the meantime, he drawled idly with that smirk still in place, "Well, nice to meet you then. I guess the first thing we should do is get you more food. I'm Bast, by the way."
[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]