07-12-2018, 11:43 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Madi was about to McFuckin' pass out, so Bastille arrived with very little preamble and even less contribution to the start of this event. Roy was arranging shit, which means this was not his problem, and he was free to just partake in the fun of throwing himself at someone for a few hours. Sounded good to him. He offered Atty a nod in greeting, yawned, and drawled, "I'm in."
[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]