06-15-2018, 12:08 AM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille remembered Blue, if as a vague side-thought, a flickering blimp in the early days of the Ascendants. She'd been... interesting, so to speak. He didn't particularly mind large or feral beasts, so long as they didn't come for his Clanmates, and his general disregard and apathy towards most things meant that he hadn't been phased by her presence. So, he wasn't horribly shocked upon stumbling upon a similar creature on their border, having followed that vaguely familiar cawing.
His gaze passed over her briefly, idly, as he slowed to a stop a few paces away. Blue hadn't really liked him much, and he tried to think of what Vinny had done to win her over. Which was... unhelpful, frankly. "Hi," he said, blunt, simple. A beat. He cocked his head to the side, recalled that Blue hadn't really understood anything he said, and cleared his throat. Made a vague impression of a caw-caw, echoing her call if softer, less throaty, and more casually. A little "ca-aw" in spoken form, as opposed to shouted at the sky. Luckily Bast didn't seem particularly embarrassed to attempt vague translations, because after that he continued on, in case she could understand: "What'cha lookin' for? Others? Them? Blue?"
He kept his body relaxed, nonthreatening -- not that a feline was very threatening to a raptor. Blue had always been more calm when he tried to look nonchalant, in his opinion. Granted, he was pretty sure Blue had also wanted to eat him, so.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHis gaze passed over her briefly, idly, as he slowed to a stop a few paces away. Blue hadn't really liked him much, and he tried to think of what Vinny had done to win her over. Which was... unhelpful, frankly. "Hi," he said, blunt, simple. A beat. He cocked his head to the side, recalled that Blue hadn't really understood anything he said, and cleared his throat. Made a vague impression of a caw-caw, echoing her call if softer, less throaty, and more casually. A little "ca-aw" in spoken form, as opposed to shouted at the sky. Luckily Bast didn't seem particularly embarrassed to attempt vague translations, because after that he continued on, in case she could understand: "What'cha lookin' for? Others? Them? Blue?"
He kept his body relaxed, nonthreatening -- not that a feline was very threatening to a raptor. Blue had always been more calm when he tried to look nonchalant, in his opinion. Granted, he was pretty sure Blue had also wanted to eat him, so.
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]