[b]BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

Bastille yawned as he leaned back, having been dumped here by a nice npc after asking after Atbash. He supposed he could have just waited around on the border for her to arrive and deal with him, but what was the point in arguing with the insistent guy? He didn't care where he waited, frankly, so this was fine by him. He rarely was in their ally's camp, anyway. His pale blue stare flickered around slowly, curiously, though he noted that even here, the visions of his past lives were superimposed on top of the present. Figured.

[B]ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — [color=#e2e2e2]TAGS — [color=#e2e2e2]MOODBOARD — [color=#e2e2e2]PLAYLIST

The fact that she had a visitor came as quite the surprise to her, and Atbash hurried over to her cabin as soon as an NPC had gone to fetch her. "Bastille!" The she-cat chirped as she arrived at her house, her ears pricked with interest as she saw The Ascendants's leader. "What brings you here?" She didn't mind the fact that he was in her cabin. After all, this was where she met with all of her high positions and it wasn't uncommon for somebody to stop by whenever they had an issue.