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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
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Bastille had a tolerance-hatred relationship with joiners. Sure, they were good for the Ascendants, and all of that patriotic nonsense that he was obligated to be invested in as their terribly begrudging leader, but that didn't mean he had to like them per se. Which — he didn't actually hate them for who they were, really; he hated the concept of having to socialize with more strangers, having to risk the chances of letting them in and getting attached, had to accept even more lives at his paws that he was responsible for. When they inevitably went missing or disappeared without word, he was forced to be concerned for their wellbeing; when they stuck around and he pretended not too care too much for them, he found that they wiggled their way under his skin and forced him to. It was, above all, a threat to his goddamn sanity.
He supposed he didn't really get a choice in the matter. He couldn't turn them all away. (Well, okay, he could turn some of them away, such as assholes like their recent pirate who thought he had a right to harass his members, but that was a different story entirely.) So, may as well come greet their most recent bane to his existence, if only because he could feel the warmth of Hazel's presence nearby and knew that she must be out there greeting said bane. She was only just recently leaving her room to actually move about the territory; he saw absolutely no recent to leave her on her own, and so there he was, stopping at her side a few moments after she arrived.
Pale blue eyes regarded the stranger briefly, before he skipped over their various questions and provided a relatively unhelpful, "Yo. 'm Bast." No point in repeating what has already been said, and even less point in full names or titles.
[align=center][table][tr][td]He supposed he didn't really get a choice in the matter. He couldn't turn them all away. (Well, okay, he could turn some of them away, such as assholes like their recent pirate who thought he had a right to harass his members, but that was a different story entirely.) So, may as well come greet their most recent bane to his existence, if only because he could feel the warmth of Hazel's presence nearby and knew that she must be out there greeting said bane. She was only just recently leaving her room to actually move about the territory; he saw absolutely no recent to leave her on her own, and so there he was, stopping at her side a few moments after she arrived.
Pale blue eyes regarded the stranger briefly, before he skipped over their various questions and provided a relatively unhelpful, "Yo. 'm Bast." No point in repeating what has already been said, and even less point in full names or titles.
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE [color=#b4d5ee]FLAMES
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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]