07-03-2018, 09:20 PM
I'LL BE GOOD, I'LL BE GOOD
"God, you military lot with your confidentiality are just as up-tight as I remember," he drawled as he approached the little group, yawning as if to punctuate his point. Bastille didn't really seem very bothered about it, though, and there was little indication of where he actually remembered that fact from. None of his past lives had been militarily inclined, though Pollie's first life had glancing proximity to war, which meant that the information likely leaked through from Grimm's hosts. Which was... an interesting development. Bastille rarely had fluid access to that store of memories and stories unless he tried to access them, which was not always easy, and for a moment he was struck with the strangeness of overflow. He shook it off, however, as Church started to speak up in direct contradiction to Wash, which prompted a smirk of amusement.
"You know, we usually get you human bunches in twos or threes, so I wouldn't hold your breath. I'd imagine they'd crop up in the same area if there are more, though, so maybe some of them are fucking around with the neighbors. It's not exactly hard to spot a bunch of helmets, I'd imagine," he provided, sounding faintly bored if only because he was fuckin' tired and a little shaky.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS"You know, we usually get you human bunches in twos or threes, so I wouldn't hold your breath. I'd imagine they'd crop up in the same area if there are more, though, so maybe some of them are fucking around with the neighbors. It's not exactly hard to spot a bunch of helmets, I'd imagine," he provided, sounding faintly bored if only because he was fuckin' tired and a little shaky.
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]