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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille's stare locked on Atbash as she joined them, and he was offering a nod in greeting before her words registered. "What happened to Jacob?" he asked immediately, evidently not too concerned about treading on poor waters. He scowled slightly, briefly noting that he liked Jacob, and silently hoping that this wasn't another tragedy. They might not have been close, but he was a good guy. A fellow reluctant leader. After a moment he added, "Congratulations, though, I supposed. Unless you didn't want it, either. In which case, sucks." He offered her a lazy half-smile. "I'm Bast."
He nodded to the Tenderfoot, though he had no idea what that actually meant (it sounded like a medic to him, for whatever reason), not very surprised to see that the Snowbounders were pretty friendly. They were a rather peaceful bunch, he gathered. His gaze passed briefly over Suiteheart, before his attention was back on Gordon with an easy smile. "Take it away, Gor. We can just start with what we have."
He nodded to the Tenderfoot, though he had no idea what that actually meant (it sounded like a medic to him, for whatever reason), not very surprised to see that the Snowbounders were pretty friendly. They were a rather peaceful bunch, he gathered. His gaze passed briefly over Suiteheart, before his attention was back on Gordon with an easy smile. "Take it away, Gor. We can just start with what we have."
[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS
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]