06-08-2018, 12:58 AM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Well, this was not Becky. Huh. Bastille's attention dropped from scanning the swamp for Beck's aura signature to the stranger who approached, and for a moment he just considered her. She was not very... hostile. At all. Which was odd, but he supposed he shouldn't expect them all to hate him just as fiercely as the Ascendants hated Beck. They had never done anything to Tanglewood, so they had little cause to blame the Ascendants for anything. Still, though, this girl had a decent aura. Well, shit. That was a bit... anti-climatic.
"Uh, ye-ah," he said slowly, stretching out the word a little bit, "That's that jackass in question. Last time I visited he tried to stab me." Because he was a jackass, clearly. Bastille shifted his weight, and decided that dealing with this peaceful girl was significantly more awkward than dealing with said asshole ghost in question. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like his situation was going to be getting any better.
He recognized Morgan -- one of the few who had actually attended Starry's memorial, aside from the Clan themselves. He'd brought flowers, and Bast didn't really see any issue with the guy, not when he'd been willing to offer his respects to Starry. The reminder twisted something inside of him, but Bast was getting good at hiding it in his expression. He simply nodded in acknowledgement, muttering, "Yeah, hi again." Gods, these guys were really deflating his annoyance towards Tanglewood.
He glanced sideways at Vigenere, providing vaguely, "We're... alright." Did he care? Was he actually interested in the Ascendants' well-being? Bastille was starting to wonder in Tanglefuck hadn't been switched out with actual, compassionate people when he wasn't looking. Sure, his interactions with the group were basically limited to Beck, but Jesus. These were the people who had stolen his mentor and tortured her? What the fuck was going on, here? "Thanks, I think?"
He blinked back at Freyja, realizing that the train of shocking humane Tanglewooders was not going to end, and offered her another, "Um, thank you," in response to her commentary. Was he high? He could swear he hadn't taken any of his pills before coming over here, but he was feeling distinctly at a loss, here. He nodded in greeting to Fenrisulfr, and ended up offering lamely, "Uh, I'm Bastille. Nice to... meet you?"
It looked like they were just gonna be hanging about awkwardly waiting for Beck, and they were all... fairly normal. Friendly. Seemed to actually give a fuck that Starry was gone, or at least had the compassion to offer well wishes. Bast was stumped, unable to connect these perfectly kind individuals with... Beck. "Do none of you see the jackassery that Beck possesses?" It was a genuine question, and he squinted slightly. "Is he... normal with you guys?" It seemed far fetched, but he didn't see why this group would follow such a demonic little ghost if they knew he was a demonic little ghost.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS"Uh, ye-ah," he said slowly, stretching out the word a little bit, "That's that jackass in question. Last time I visited he tried to stab me." Because he was a jackass, clearly. Bastille shifted his weight, and decided that dealing with this peaceful girl was significantly more awkward than dealing with said asshole ghost in question. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like his situation was going to be getting any better.
He recognized Morgan -- one of the few who had actually attended Starry's memorial, aside from the Clan themselves. He'd brought flowers, and Bast didn't really see any issue with the guy, not when he'd been willing to offer his respects to Starry. The reminder twisted something inside of him, but Bast was getting good at hiding it in his expression. He simply nodded in acknowledgement, muttering, "Yeah, hi again." Gods, these guys were really deflating his annoyance towards Tanglewood.
He glanced sideways at Vigenere, providing vaguely, "We're... alright." Did he care? Was he actually interested in the Ascendants' well-being? Bastille was starting to wonder in Tanglefuck hadn't been switched out with actual, compassionate people when he wasn't looking. Sure, his interactions with the group were basically limited to Beck, but Jesus. These were the people who had stolen his mentor and tortured her? What the fuck was going on, here? "Thanks, I think?"
He blinked back at Freyja, realizing that the train of shocking humane Tanglewooders was not going to end, and offered her another, "Um, thank you," in response to her commentary. Was he high? He could swear he hadn't taken any of his pills before coming over here, but he was feeling distinctly at a loss, here. He nodded in greeting to Fenrisulfr, and ended up offering lamely, "Uh, I'm Bastille. Nice to... meet you?"
It looked like they were just gonna be hanging about awkwardly waiting for Beck, and they were all... fairly normal. Friendly. Seemed to actually give a fuck that Starry was gone, or at least had the compassion to offer well wishes. Bast was stumped, unable to connect these perfectly kind individuals with... Beck. "Do none of you see the jackassery that Beck possesses?" It was a genuine question, and he squinted slightly. "Is he... normal with you guys?" It seemed far fetched, but he didn't see why this group would follow such a demonic little ghost if they knew he was a demonic little ghost.
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]