06-27-2018, 03:32 PM
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If there was one way to describe how Cooper felt, it would simply be 'drained'. After the death and return of Margaery, helping deal with the children, and this constant tense feeling that shrouded the group, he was drained of energy. And, to make it all better, that damn anxiety feeling that meant something was about to go wrong was building in his chest. It wasn't as bad as the 'someone's dying' feeling, but it was worse than when Margaery had fallen.
Cooper made his way to the grand circle, boots making a quiet tapping sound as he walked. He found the common area to be a surprisingly calming place, He took a seat towards the edge of the room, blocking out his fellow Ascendants as he took a moment to calm his mind and focused. Maybe if he focused just enough he could figure out who the anxiety was linked to. He wasn't sure but it was worth a shot.
Cooper leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. After a moment, images of cold steel and broken bottles flashed in his head, along with the cool lilac color that he'd grown to associate with the boy. A trembling sigh escaped Cooper as he sat forward and tears began to collect in his eyes.
Of course, of course it would be Bastilleprisoner. Why did he expect it to be anyone else. Why couldn't the teenager just take care of himself for once in his life. Dale stood, rubbing at his eyes with a balled fist. No time for that now, he needed to get to Bastille before it was too late. He went over the most likely places he would be and his room was the first that popped up in his mind. The man would move that way quickly, hands shoved in the pockets of his tan trench coat.
When Cooper entered the room, it was probably moments after Frenchpaw left. He made his way over to the unconscious boy slowly, careful in case he was still awake and was to lash out. Cooper glanced around the room, shaking his head at the chaotic mess that surrounded them. It shattered Cooper's heart, seeing the boy how he was, so broken and alone. He wanted to protect Bastilleprisoner, to help him, But he was at a loss for what to do and he doubted that Bastille would even let him.
Shaking his head and his stormy thoughts away, Cooper crouched; he carefully shrugged off his trench coat and laid it over his son. No, no. Not his son, just the boy he wanted to protect with all his heart. He should get the boy to Rin before his condition got any worse, that was for sure. "Bastille, I wish you'd stop doing this to yourself." mumbled the man as he lifted the boy bridal-style, holding him close to his chest. Doing his best to keep the trench coat wrapped around the boy, Cooper headed out of the room and down the hall.
"Speech"
Cooper made his way to the grand circle, boots making a quiet tapping sound as he walked. He found the common area to be a surprisingly calming place, He took a seat towards the edge of the room, blocking out his fellow Ascendants as he took a moment to calm his mind and focused. Maybe if he focused just enough he could figure out who the anxiety was linked to. He wasn't sure but it was worth a shot.
Cooper leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. After a moment, images of cold steel and broken bottles flashed in his head, along with the cool lilac color that he'd grown to associate with the boy. A trembling sigh escaped Cooper as he sat forward and tears began to collect in his eyes.
Of course, of course it would be Bastilleprisoner. Why did he expect it to be anyone else. Why couldn't the teenager just take care of himself for once in his life. Dale stood, rubbing at his eyes with a balled fist. No time for that now, he needed to get to Bastille before it was too late. He went over the most likely places he would be and his room was the first that popped up in his mind. The man would move that way quickly, hands shoved in the pockets of his tan trench coat.
When Cooper entered the room, it was probably moments after Frenchpaw left. He made his way over to the unconscious boy slowly, careful in case he was still awake and was to lash out. Cooper glanced around the room, shaking his head at the chaotic mess that surrounded them. It shattered Cooper's heart, seeing the boy how he was, so broken and alone. He wanted to protect Bastilleprisoner, to help him, But he was at a loss for what to do and he doubted that Bastille would even let him.
Shaking his head and his stormy thoughts away, Cooper crouched; he carefully shrugged off his trench coat and laid it over his son. No, no. Not his son, just the boy he wanted to protect with all his heart. He should get the boy to Rin before his condition got any worse, that was for sure. "Bastille, I wish you'd stop doing this to yourself." mumbled the man as he lifted the boy bridal-style, holding him close to his chest. Doing his best to keep the trench coat wrapped around the boy, Cooper headed out of the room and down the hall.
"Speech"
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PERCY
Flew up through the clouds at night was born to fight. Mythical, so mystical - think what you like. You could be the sword, the shield defender of the people down below, you know I fought for love. Be kind to those around ya' don't be merci less. Remember me for my name is Perseus.
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