06-27-2018, 08:34 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
This time around, Bastille knew what the sight of that helmet meant, even if Caboose and Wash hadn't flocked to the other guy like magnets. Besides, now he could pick on the faint signature in all three of their auras: subtle, minor, only something he could pick out once he'd seen enough of them to confirm the pattern. They all came from the same place, where ever that was. None of his concern, frankly, and he didn't care to pry into their intricate lifestyle. Wash spoke like a soldier, and it was evident they'd all come from some sort of war zone. That was all he needed to know, unless they felt like providing more information for whatever reason.
He came to a lazy stop beside Wash, eyeing Church idly, and commented dryly, "See? I told you they usually come in twos or threes." He glanced sideways at the rigid soldier boy, before he studied Church once more. "What'd you say your name was?" he drawled, providing, "I'm Bast."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHe came to a lazy stop beside Wash, eyeing Church idly, and commented dryly, "See? I told you they usually come in twos or threes." He glanced sideways at the rigid soldier boy, before he studied Church once more. "What'd you say your name was?" he drawled, providing, "I'm Bast."
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]