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"Yeah, that's us," Bastille supplied as he was suddenly there, teleporting into existence beside Margy and Luna as he studied the newcomer with vague interest. He was too fucking exhausted to be vibrating with the usual anger that had been following him since Luna's return, and at most he simply seemed apathetic as he peered at her -- Remy, she said. "Bast," he added, figuring he'd supply his name since she had already requested the others'. "We can show you around and get you a room and shit. There are maps you can use to explore later, too." A pause, then a delayed, [b]"Welcome, I guess."
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]