07-13-2018, 05:07 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille had wondered when Becky might make an appearance. Of course, it was a mock raid: he hadn't asked to know the exact date and time, if only because a raid would be a surprise. So, when he realized that Tanglers were waiting on his border, he found himself smirking slightly. Thank god. He could use a nice excuse to hit Beck in the face just about then. All for a good cause, here.
"Hi, Becky," he greeted, amicably, before lunging at the ghost immediately, the barest shift of his weight from casual to attack. He didn't even really care if he came out on top, here: he was just aiming to tackle the ghost head-on, to send them rolling across the ground. Might as well quick shit off.
"Hi, Becky," he greeted, amicably, before lunging at the ghost immediately, the barest shift of his weight from casual to attack. He didn't even really care if he came out on top, here: he was just aiming to tackle the ghost head-on, to send them rolling across the ground. Might as well quick shit off.
[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]