05-25-2018, 01:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-25-2018, 01:47 AM by BASTILLEPAW.)
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Bastille wondered if there would ever be a day when the joiners just stopped appearing. They were simply a constant in his life, now -- there always seemed to be a new face every other day, some of them melting into the crowd without much notice, others deciding it wasn't for them a few days in, and the majority situating themselves here as if they'd always known their fellow Clanmates. Take Rin, for example: she was relatively new, but it seemed odd to think of the Ascendants without her presence. She just... settled in and stayed.
It always made him wonder what kind of joiner they were getting next. As he sidled to a stop beside Suite, he considered the two with vague intrigue, ice blue stare sliding over one, passing to the next, and shifting back and forth as he read their body language and auras. Interesting duo, these two. There didn't seem to be any particular connection between them, and in fact Bastille probably wouldn't call them friends, but hey -- he didn't really give a fuck about their business.
"Bast," he supplied, seeing no point in providing as much information as Suite also lent about herself. Did his full name matter that much when he rarely used Bastillepaw, and most called him Bast instead of Bastille anyway? Nope. Did his rank matter? Nope. Starry could demote him that day and Bast would be happy. Content to see what these two wanted without asking any of his own questions, he settled back to watch.
It always made him wonder what kind of joiner they were getting next. As he sidled to a stop beside Suite, he considered the two with vague intrigue, ice blue stare sliding over one, passing to the next, and shifting back and forth as he read their body language and auras. Interesting duo, these two. There didn't seem to be any particular connection between them, and in fact Bastille probably wouldn't call them friends, but hey -- he didn't really give a fuck about their business.
"Bast," he supplied, seeing no point in providing as much information as Suite also lent about herself. Did his full name matter that much when he rarely used Bastillepaw, and most called him Bast instead of Bastille anyway? Nope. Did his rank matter? Nope. Starry could demote him that day and Bast would be happy. Content to see what these two wanted without asking any of his own questions, he settled back to watch.
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