09-24-2018, 10:01 PM
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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
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Bastille was not the greatest in terms of socialization and "bonding" with his "members", so to speak. Sure, he could cite their names and several key factors about them and noticed when they came and went — it was his job — but sometimes he lagged behind the others in actually stopping and getting to know them all on a deeper level. He knew basics, surface level shit, and the deeper things were those that he noticed by watching them go about their days or when something particularly dramatic happened in public. He would admit it; he was still getting used to letting other close to him, still adjusting to the group living requirement that he allow himself to care for so many others at once. There were still some days where he woke up and considered leaving all together, putting this whole "emotions" business behind him.
One thing he was always certain of, however, was ranking. Not just in the sense of the rank system, obviously (it would be a sad day when he didn't even know his own officers), but in the sense of development. Such as one of their newer kiddos, who was undoubtedly a Fireball, sitting in the Observatory playing with... a pendant?
"Whatcha doing?" Bastille questioned in form of greeting, pale blue stare studying it quizzically as he regarded the pendant. It was unmistakably the same stuff of their meteorite shards, likely freshly crafted for the newer member, but Bast was at a loss as to what it was doing here, on his necklace. He didn't seem bothered, per se, but rather skeptical as he added, "Aren't you a Fireball? I'm pretty sure I didn't imagine that."
[ members receive their pendants once they complete training and become observers but shhh we're just gonna pretend someone Made A Mistake and sag can learn ]
[align=center][table][tr][td]One thing he was always certain of, however, was ranking. Not just in the sense of the rank system, obviously (it would be a sad day when he didn't even know his own officers), but in the sense of development. Such as one of their newer kiddos, who was undoubtedly a Fireball, sitting in the Observatory playing with... a pendant?
"Whatcha doing?" Bastille questioned in form of greeting, pale blue stare studying it quizzically as he regarded the pendant. It was unmistakably the same stuff of their meteorite shards, likely freshly crafted for the newer member, but Bast was at a loss as to what it was doing here, on his necklace. He didn't seem bothered, per se, but rather skeptical as he added, "Aren't you a Fireball? I'm pretty sure I didn't imagine that."
[ members receive their pendants once they complete training and become observers but shhh we're just gonna pretend someone Made A Mistake and sag can learn ]
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]