06-05-2018, 11:12 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille was drawn in by the crowd, for it seemed that not only did they have a fuckload of joiners lately, but they had a good amount of those joiners actually jumping in and getting involved. Hell, he used to be the first one to newcomers, and now it seemed that every time he encountered one, there was already a small army there greeting them. It was good, he supposed, that they were all being welcoming and shit. At the very least, he knew that strangers were being taken care of and that their first interaction with the Ascendants was probably more pleasant than meeting Bast himself.
(He'd never been particularly great at playing host. He was too blunt, swore too casually and too frequently, and half the time forgot to actually offer his name. He preferred to get shit moving, and while he was willing to talk and answer questions, he found that most people weren't really looking to have a whole fucking conversation upon joining, anyway. Usually they just wanted to be shown to a room and maybe a brief tour.)
As he stopped beside Pele, he glanced down at her with a brief flicker of amusement before his attention came up to the stranger. He'd missed this guy's name, but he was older for a Fireball, probably around Bastille's age, actually -- maybe a month or so off, considering Bast should technically still be one himself. He studied the companions briefly, noted that this guy seemed friendly enough and Pele looked happy, and drawled, "Yeah, welcome and shit. I'm Bast. Like they said, you can pick a room and use the maps for guidance to figure things out."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS(He'd never been particularly great at playing host. He was too blunt, swore too casually and too frequently, and half the time forgot to actually offer his name. He preferred to get shit moving, and while he was willing to talk and answer questions, he found that most people weren't really looking to have a whole fucking conversation upon joining, anyway. Usually they just wanted to be shown to a room and maybe a brief tour.)
As he stopped beside Pele, he glanced down at her with a brief flicker of amusement before his attention came up to the stranger. He'd missed this guy's name, but he was older for a Fireball, probably around Bastille's age, actually -- maybe a month or so off, considering Bast should technically still be one himself. He studied the companions briefly, noted that this guy seemed friendly enough and Pele looked happy, and drawled, "Yeah, welcome and shit. I'm Bast. Like they said, you can pick a room and use the maps for guidance to figure things out."
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]