06-23-2018, 10:03 AM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
The entirety of Bastille’s interactions with Beta — and the rest of her sisters, now — were based on the brief amount of time he’d seen Vinny work with Blue. The only thing he knew on his own was that his nonchalance and lack of fear response seemed to work fine with them. Otherwise? He worked off of how they reacted to his mix of talking and vocalization imitations, and what Vinny had said. Bast had decided that as a result, Beta didn’t hate and/or want to eat him. The others were unclear at the moment, he supposed.
At the sound of one of their cries, Bastille followed the source curiously. Not quite able to tell them apart by voice yet, he had to wait until he arrived, gaze sliding over the others briefly before it landed on Vinny. ”Oh, yo,” he drawled, stepping around Beta to join the guy as he added, ”Hi Blue, Beta, Baby.” He seemed to alternate between calling Charlie Baby Blue, BB, and Delta. ”You’re back. Great, apparently my raptor speak sucks.”
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSAt the sound of one of their cries, Bastille followed the source curiously. Not quite able to tell them apart by voice yet, he had to wait until he arrived, gaze sliding over the others briefly before it landed on Vinny. ”Oh, yo,” he drawled, stepping around Beta to join the guy as he added, ”Hi Blue, Beta, Baby.” He seemed to alternate between calling Charlie Baby Blue, BB, and Delta. ”You’re back. Great, apparently my raptor speak sucks.”
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]