04-15-2018, 10:19 PM
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[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; width: 305px; border-bottom: 1px solid black; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black; padding: 10px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin: auto; color: black; font-family: Georgia; text-size: 6pt"]Bastille distinctly did not like Tanglewood. For one thing, Beck was the sort of prick that grated on his nerves, if only because the foreign leader seemed to have little to no respect for Starry. Look, the Seraph was a bundle of excitable joy and often acted like a kid with his happiness, but he was still their fucking leader. He was still the one who scraped them together and actually managed to put together a Clan with more efficiency than some other failures. Bast may not agree with him fundamentally, or share his same enthusiasm, but he would defend him to the fucking death. So, he may be carrying a grudge against Beck based on his last visit to this grungy ass swamp.
The bengal stood on the border, eyeing the mud in distaste. He didn't mind getting dirty, really -- it just smelled like Tanglewood, and he did mind Tanglewood. (Was it prejudiced to blame the entire Clan for their leader's actions? Yes, probably. Did Bast give a single fuck about that? No, not really.) Starry didn't know he was here, but he would deal with that if things went poorly. Ask for forgiveness, not permission, and all that jazz. He just couldn't sit around for another day without doing something to get Luna back, and no one else seemed concerned enough to go looking with him. So, here he was: alone, standing moodily on the Tanglewood border with a raging headache. Yesterday he had gone to another neighbor, and turned up nothing. He might actually lose his shit if this trip was as useless.
"Yo, Beak," he yelled into the pit of muddy darkness, purposely fucking up the leader's name, "Come out, come out, where ever you are." He knew the ghostly dick could just emerge at will, so Bast stood impatiently, figuring someone would eventually answer his shout. He would wait, but not for long.
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]