03-20-2018, 12:41 AM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; border: 1px black solid; width: 500px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin-top: -1px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; color: black; padding: 10px; text-size: 10px"]Bastille looked at him for a moment, trying to come up with a reasoning behind his homeland's weird customs. After a moment he just said dryly, "I don't know, dude. It's symbolic or some shit like that... You know, I'm not a, uh, Fireball until I get my Fireball name, and everyone knows I'm a Fireball because of my name. And once I'm a... what'd you say? Observer, I'd get my final name and it'd be all... representative of my soul or something."
Bastille scowled, and then huffed, "What, you've just always been Starrynight? That's the type of full name an Observer gets where I'm from." Kind of. Bastille wouldn't really consider himself from those groups, really, but he supposed birth meant something if they influenced his naming. He found it odd that someone would take a compound name like Starrynight without following a similar tradition, but once again, he knew there were other traditions out there. Idly, he wondered who was going to designate his "Observer" name to him if this leader didn't even practice the same principles. Did they even have Stars?
Shaken from his rambling thoughts, Bast blinked. Oh, God. He seemed to have found the pacifists. He supposed he couldn't be surprised, based on Starrynight's general happiness and bubbly energy, but still... "What do your Observers learn, if not to fight?" he questioned out loud, baffled. Hadn't this guy just said that Fireballs trained? What did they train in, medicine or some shit? "What do you do when enemies would attack?" Didn't they have any self-preservation? Bast tended to have spitfire tendencies, so it was hard for him to accept that they just didn't... practice, even. Avoiding war was one thing, but they didn't even teach the necessary defenses? That seemed bizarre.
At the mention of the time, Bast glanced up at the sky and then gave an idle shrug. "Uh, sure. Yeah, I'll come with you." Hopefully these guys didn't have too much drama, because Bastille wasn't sure he could survive without fighting out his problems.
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]