05-12-2018, 10:14 AM
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It seemed that they attracted former humans like the plague, here. Bastille didn't look bothered by the information; Grimm had seen too many things, and been hosted by too many humans, for him to be shocked by this sort of situation any more. Besides, look at Roy and Maes -- it wasn't like they hadn't already seen it. Freaking out over her true state wasn't going to help anybody solve her problems, anyway.
"Suite's right -- there are plenty of groups around that could host your friends, and it seems like if one of you ends up here, the rest probably cropped up somewhere close," he supplied, assuming that there was a method to the madness as there appeared to be with Maes and Roy's little... transmutation? Whatever. Unless her friends didn't win the game, that is, but he had the grace to not say that. [b]"We can get you set up in camp and shit, and you can look around for them if you want."
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]