06-26-2018, 11:01 AM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille never anticipated talking to Roy to be easy. For one thing, they had never quite gotten along very well. Roy had initially rubbed him the wrong way, and, well, Roy just didn't like him very much. Which. Fair enough. He shrugged slightly at the confirmation that his leg was fine, feeling that he'd attended to his Seraphly duties by giving a damn, and paused as Roy directed the conversation where Bast had already planned on going. Granted, Roy was much more... aggressive about it.
"Damn, Roy, tell me how you really feel," he said dryly, tone flat as he arched a brow when it seemed the Observer was finished. There was that name again -- Fullmetal. He'd heard it before and still have no idea who the fuck Roy was talking about, but larger concerns, here. Like the fact that Roy was already yelling, which, really, was to be expected. Bastille settled down, and regarded him for a moment. Was he supposed to be better than this? Could he be?
"Yeah, Beck's a dick. But Pincher's more of a dick, and he's actually smart. If someone is going to fuck us over, it's going to be the Typhoon, and Snowbound won't come to our defense. That leaves us, with a bunch of members who can't and won't fight, with no allies and no one we can turn to for help because Beck hates us and we hate him. Look, I don't trust the little fucker as far as I can throw him, but we need options and Tanglefuck is the best one at the moment. Even if their leader sucks. The rest of the people are decent, and most of them stood up against Beck torturing Luna. At the very least, we can expect the group to keep him in line and to respect an alliance."
A pause. Bastille shifted slightly, and decided that there was no point in bullshitting Roy, here. He was the least likely to believe that Bastille had actually overdosed. "Look, you and Luna? I'm with you. Beck's a childish little prick, and he lashes out for fun. But me? I deserved that, alright, and Beck never would have forgiven me or accepted an alliance if he didn't feel that we were even," he said, even, considering for a moment. "I don't think they'll turn on us, but in the mean time, I want to get everyone combat ready while we have them playing friendly. That way if they do strike, we're prepared for it."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS"Damn, Roy, tell me how you really feel," he said dryly, tone flat as he arched a brow when it seemed the Observer was finished. There was that name again -- Fullmetal. He'd heard it before and still have no idea who the fuck Roy was talking about, but larger concerns, here. Like the fact that Roy was already yelling, which, really, was to be expected. Bastille settled down, and regarded him for a moment. Was he supposed to be better than this? Could he be?
"Yeah, Beck's a dick. But Pincher's more of a dick, and he's actually smart. If someone is going to fuck us over, it's going to be the Typhoon, and Snowbound won't come to our defense. That leaves us, with a bunch of members who can't and won't fight, with no allies and no one we can turn to for help because Beck hates us and we hate him. Look, I don't trust the little fucker as far as I can throw him, but we need options and Tanglefuck is the best one at the moment. Even if their leader sucks. The rest of the people are decent, and most of them stood up against Beck torturing Luna. At the very least, we can expect the group to keep him in line and to respect an alliance."
A pause. Bastille shifted slightly, and decided that there was no point in bullshitting Roy, here. He was the least likely to believe that Bastille had actually overdosed. "Look, you and Luna? I'm with you. Beck's a childish little prick, and he lashes out for fun. But me? I deserved that, alright, and Beck never would have forgiven me or accepted an alliance if he didn't feel that we were even," he said, even, considering for a moment. "I don't think they'll turn on us, but in the mean time, I want to get everyone combat ready while we have them playing friendly. That way if they do strike, we're prepared for it."
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]