06-08-2018, 11:20 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille considered that for a moment. He supposed it didn't really answer his question -- if Beck was possibly less of an asshole towards his own people -- but in a way, it gave him some sort of explanation. This was their home, whatever that meant to them, and would stand by their leader (or at least, their Clan) just was readily as Bast would stand him his own or had stood by Starry, even when he didn't agree with him. He couldn't really blame them for that, even if he didn't understood how they put up with Beck's shit. (Granted, how did any of the Ascendants' put up with his?)
Speak of the ghostly fucker. Bastille studied Beck with a blank stare as he joined them, feeling a faint flicker of satisfaction if his refusal to make eye contact. It was cruel and vicious and malicious, but something in him was delighted with the acknowledge that his little... visit, so to speak, had made a lasting impression on Beck. There was something nasty in his heart that made him want to reach out for his thoughts and give him a little reminder, but he reminded himself that he was trying to forge an alliance here, not torment Beck.
"Starry was trying to bring you into an alliance," he said, direct, getting right to the damned point, "And I'm willing to honor that, if you're... interested." Gods, he really did not want to have to be the one asking Beck for a damned alliance, but he supposed his paws were fucking tied on this one. At least the rest of Tanglewood seemed... normal. Nice. Not absolutely fucking terrible, like Beck.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSSpeak of the ghostly fucker. Bastille studied Beck with a blank stare as he joined them, feeling a faint flicker of satisfaction if his refusal to make eye contact. It was cruel and vicious and malicious, but something in him was delighted with the acknowledge that his little... visit, so to speak, had made a lasting impression on Beck. There was something nasty in his heart that made him want to reach out for his thoughts and give him a little reminder, but he reminded himself that he was trying to forge an alliance here, not torment Beck.
"Starry was trying to bring you into an alliance," he said, direct, getting right to the damned point, "And I'm willing to honor that, if you're... interested." Gods, he really did not want to have to be the one asking Beck for a damned alliance, but he supposed his paws were fucking tied on this one. At least the rest of Tanglewood seemed... normal. Nice. Not absolutely fucking terrible, like Beck.
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]