06-20-2018, 04:41 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille could probably point out the obvious as he stopped in the doorway, gaze flickering to Delta and the object of her attention: he had a blood fridge already prepared, in the Bunker for Margy. But pointing that out would only bring Margy up in a concrete fashion, and besides -- he didn't care if Luna used it or if she stocked her own. This was closer to her, anyway. He bit back the commentary and instead decided to focus his attention on the raptor, chiding her idly, "Hey, Beta, that's not food. You're not going to like any of that."
Two things of note: he liked to call her Beta, if only because she was Blue the Second, and therefore "two." It wasn't like she could tell him her real name, so this would have to do for nicknames sake. The second was that Bast knew damned well she didn't understand him, but he still carried on chatting to her all the time anyway, speaking to her in acknowledge or pointing out that what she was doing was rude. Usually he imitated her vocalizations back at her just for the hell of it, carrying on in one-sided conversation without much care for if she got the message or not. Why not, right?
Actually, three things of note: his most recent addition to his pseudo communication involved telepathy. He strolled into Luna's room as well, towards the fridge and Delta, and commented, "That's no good. Why not better food? Real meat? Deer?" As he spoke he pushed idly at her with his thoughts, trying to convey images of a large deer sprawled out with the rest of the prey in the Circle. Freshly caught, which seemed to be her style. He had a vague, flickering image that essentially entailed him picturing her biting into one of those blood bags and being disappointed. "Deer sounds way better, Beta. Hello? Earth to Beta?"
Would he ever stop idly chattering at her as if she actually knew what he was saying? Nah. He glanced idly at Luna and shrugged, as if to convey he had no idea if this would even deter the determined raptor.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSTwo things of note: he liked to call her Beta, if only because she was Blue the Second, and therefore "two." It wasn't like she could tell him her real name, so this would have to do for nicknames sake. The second was that Bast knew damned well she didn't understand him, but he still carried on chatting to her all the time anyway, speaking to her in acknowledge or pointing out that what she was doing was rude. Usually he imitated her vocalizations back at her just for the hell of it, carrying on in one-sided conversation without much care for if she got the message or not. Why not, right?
Actually, three things of note: his most recent addition to his pseudo communication involved telepathy. He strolled into Luna's room as well, towards the fridge and Delta, and commented, "That's no good. Why not better food? Real meat? Deer?" As he spoke he pushed idly at her with his thoughts, trying to convey images of a large deer sprawled out with the rest of the prey in the Circle. Freshly caught, which seemed to be her style. He had a vague, flickering image that essentially entailed him picturing her biting into one of those blood bags and being disappointed. "Deer sounds way better, Beta. Hello? Earth to Beta?"
Would he ever stop idly chattering at her as if she actually knew what he was saying? Nah. He glanced idly at Luna and shrugged, as if to convey he had no idea if this would even deter the determined raptor.
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]