07-17-2018, 10:55 PM
BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — [color=#21201c]TAGS
Bastille wasn't exactly pleased with the situation, of course. That freak was fucking out of control and terribly out of line, coming after his members, but for once he seemed to have managed to keep his temper under control. (Maybe the exhaustion really was getting to him, or maybe the temporary balance of his souls had reverted him back to his calmer ways. Who knows.) He was angry, and wanted to find the attacker, sure -- but he also thought it was fucking weird for Beck to fuck up their alliance now. He might not trust the little ghostly fuck, but he didn't anticipate him doing something like that unless it was... well, more dramatic and betrayal-y than one renegade member.
He still needed answers, though, and Roy was too fucking pissed off to be reasoned with, so Bast hadn't bothered. Instead he'd simply strolled casually after the furious bobcat, arching a brow at his screaming demands. Well, then. Not exactly the approach he would have taken, but Bastille fancied this a lovely learning experience. He made Suiteheart try out hosting a meeting, and now he was just going to sit back and let Roy deal with confronting Becky. Leadership development, right there; he was getting his high positions prepared for anything. Ha. He wanted badly to point out the "demand" was a strong word, but held it in. No point in riling Roy up any more.
Bastille wasn't exactly pleased with the situation, of course. That freak was fucking out of control and terribly out of line, coming after his members, but for once he seemed to have managed to keep his temper under control. (Maybe the exhaustion really was getting to him, or maybe the temporary balance of his souls had reverted him back to his calmer ways. Who knows.) He was angry, and wanted to find the attacker, sure -- but he also thought it was fucking weird for Beck to fuck up their alliance now. He might not trust the little ghostly fuck, but he didn't anticipate him doing something like that unless it was... well, more dramatic and betrayal-y than one renegade member.
He still needed answers, though, and Roy was too fucking pissed off to be reasoned with, so Bast hadn't bothered. Instead he'd simply strolled casually after the furious bobcat, arching a brow at his screaming demands. Well, then. Not exactly the approach he would have taken, but Bastille fancied this a lovely learning experience. He made Suiteheart try out hosting a meeting, and now he was just going to sit back and let Roy deal with confronting Becky. Leadership development, right there; he was getting his high positions prepared for anything. Ha. He wanted badly to point out the "demand" was a strong word, but held it in. No point in riling Roy up any more.
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