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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
It was fairly common knowledge that Bastille was rather easy going about most things. He was horribly displeased with his situation, forcing into leadership, and it showed: he would do the job that he had to do and try not to fuck everything up, but he didn’t seem to take joy in his title or ever actually assert much authority over others. He made suggestions and answered questions and managed the typical meeting shit, but otherwise? Leader who? Not him. He encouraged everyone to basically do whatever the fuck they wanted as long as it didn’t get anyone injured, and vaguely requested that some of it be productive work. Otherwise? It would be a cold dead in hell when he finally announced himself willingly as their Seraph, and it took a lot to force him to use his authority. Generally that “a lot” involved fucking with his people or pissing him off (generally by fucking with his people).
Carolina was on his list of nuacences, though. And he could try to be understanding, because Wash had bothered to explain in some way what the fuck was wrong with her, but that didn’t mean he had to like her. Or tolerate her. Or allow her to fuck around on their territory after making it clear that she wasn’t looking to be a part of them, or tell them anything, or generally just not be an asshole. So, here he was, his invisibility suddenly flickering off several paces away from Caboose as he leveled Carolina was a flat, unimpressed stare. ”Hate to intrude on the party,” he drawled, tone bored, ”But you can’t just fucking build shit on our territory. It’s ours. And you are not us, according to you. I think that’s something you military fucks might understand, yeah? So, if touch one of my fucking trees, I’m going to set you on fire. Same goes for trying to build shit. I mean, really, you should not even be here if you’re not a member.”
Carolina was on his list of nuacences, though. And he could try to be understanding, because Wash had bothered to explain in some way what the fuck was wrong with her, but that didn’t mean he had to like her. Or tolerate her. Or allow her to fuck around on their territory after making it clear that she wasn’t looking to be a part of them, or tell them anything, or generally just not be an asshole. So, here he was, his invisibility suddenly flickering off several paces away from Caboose as he leveled Carolina was a flat, unimpressed stare. ”Hate to intrude on the party,” he drawled, tone bored, ”But you can’t just fucking build shit on our territory. It’s ours. And you are not us, according to you. I think that’s something you military fucks might understand, yeah? So, if touch one of my fucking trees, I’m going to set you on fire. Same goes for trying to build shit. I mean, really, you should not even be here if you’re not a member.”
[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS
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