06-12-2018, 10:01 AM
“[color=black]Well, how ‘bout that.” So she’d be keeping her test subject after all. Neat-o. Radeken stood, eyes fixed on Bastille like she wanted nothing more than to pump him for information. What did it feel like? Walk me through it. Details, please. She hoped he would still remember everything by the time she did get around to pestering him. “[color=black]Maybe that’s just how they do business down in Stranglewood.” She offered Rin in a flat voice betrayed by the smug smirk that pulled at her lips as she basked in the satisfaction of that pun.
She rolled her neck, growing very impatient because at this rate, it’s be a year before all of Bastille’s admirers were done worrying over him and Radeken could get some good data from him without easing her questions in around the repetitive tear-choked cacophony of ‘Tanglewood? Bast you died! Beck did this? Thank God you’re alright!’ Radeken sighed heavy through her nose. “[color=black]Glad we’ve got that settled, though. I’d hate to not be friends with the creatures from the black lagoon. Are we trading? I could go for a mud mask.”
She rolled her neck, growing very impatient because at this rate, it’s be a year before all of Bastille’s admirers were done worrying over him and Radeken could get some good data from him without easing her questions in around the repetitive tear-choked cacophony of ‘Tanglewood? Bast you died! Beck did this? Thank God you’re alright!’ Radeken sighed heavy through her nose. “[color=black]Glad we’ve got that settled, though. I’d hate to not be friends with the creatures from the black lagoon. Are we trading? I could go for a mud mask.”