IN THE WAKE OF SATURDAY ; open, ooc prompt

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angstendants — #demotebast2k18 — rapsheet

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Bastille smiled slightly at Suite's response, but then Margy was arriving and he could already sense the corresponding shifts in both of their auras. Thankfully, things were not too tense quite yet -- Bastille had a feeling he'd start tensing up himself out of awkwardness, or frustration for lack of ability to help them, or from pure empathy alone, maybe. He hated seeing them this out of sorts, and it was lowkey driving him crazy that he couldn't do anything about their suffering, but focusing on that was only going to set him off. These days, setting him off usual resulted in storms, so he would rather avoid that situation.

Hazel's name was a welcome distraction -- interesting, that they both seemed familiar with her. Of course, Suite and Margy were generally pretty fucking welcoming, and he wasn't surprised that they'd encountered the golden girl yet. It felt vaguely strange that he didn't know about it, though he wasn't sure why -- was he offended Hazel hadn't mentioned it, or distraught that his... friends were making more friends in secret? Neither were situations that ever would have bothered him before, and for a brief moment Bastille had a fucking internal crisis. Why did he even care?

There was Hazel a moment later, however, and he watched her as she spoke up until he felt the shift in Margy's aura beside him. He couldn't quite describe it, but there was something changing, warping, and his gaze flashed to her in vague concern before Suite let off a pulse of pain so vivid that he didn't even have to look at her to sense it. Alarmed, he looked at her in concern, expecting to see blood, but there was nothing. "Suite," he said, without thinking, before his thoughts caught up with him and he realized that he had literally nothing to base his concern on other than the agony that was rolling off of her in waves. At a lost, he suddenly pushed at her with telepathy, experimentally nudging up at her thoughts with a sudden, Suite, what was that?

His gaze flickered to Margy, but he was starting to feel that same helplessness, and the ground started to subtly shake once more as he glanced between them. Briefly, his stare went to Hazel, and then just stopped there as he tried to focus instead on preventing the earthquake from getting any more aggressive.