07-09-2018, 11:13 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille wished he could say that he saw this coming, but frankly? He hadn't considered the possibility of the girls smelling blood and making an appearance. The sudden thudding of something coming at them fact through the trees was a surprise, but once his head jerked up he realized immediately that it was Delta's aura streaking towards them. Of course, that point was pretty useless, because she burst into the clearing mere seconds after recognition hit.
To his relief, Delta seemed focused on Wash, not Gordon. He knew the girl was scared shitless of the raptors, and being injured and a good target for food didn't help. Sure, Delta focusing on any one wasn't great, but hey -- Wash was big. And had that weird ass helmet, which... Well, was a bit of an issue right now, he supposed. A beat later he was between the two, his back to Wash because, well, he didn't really care to calm Wash down. He'd be annoyed in the soldier attacked Delta, but let's be real: Delta would come out on top.
"Hey, Delta, let's not eat Wash," he suggested, strolling closer to her with relaxed shoulders. There were a couple of throat noises be made, in between sentences and words, as usual. And they probably meant nothing, as usual. "What, you don't like that outfit? Too ugly for your tastes? You're such a diva, Delta. If you don't eat Wash, I'll give you food. Deal?" After a beat, he added, this time directed slightly over his shoulder, "Wash, if any of that shit comes off, take it off. Now."
Most problems Bastille could solve with food. He could distract angry raptors with it, could divert their attention from members to prey, and could generally keep Blue from going psychotic on him with it. But he wasn't really sure if he could distract Delta from something she clearly disliked, which was that shiny shit, so the only solution he had was to babble vocalizations at her and get Wash away from the shiny shit.
So help him gods, if Wash didn't listen, he deserved to get eaten.
To his relief, Delta seemed focused on Wash, not Gordon. He knew the girl was scared shitless of the raptors, and being injured and a good target for food didn't help. Sure, Delta focusing on any one wasn't great, but hey -- Wash was big. And had that weird ass helmet, which... Well, was a bit of an issue right now, he supposed. A beat later he was between the two, his back to Wash because, well, he didn't really care to calm Wash down. He'd be annoyed in the soldier attacked Delta, but let's be real: Delta would come out on top.
"Hey, Delta, let's not eat Wash," he suggested, strolling closer to her with relaxed shoulders. There were a couple of throat noises be made, in between sentences and words, as usual. And they probably meant nothing, as usual. "What, you don't like that outfit? Too ugly for your tastes? You're such a diva, Delta. If you don't eat Wash, I'll give you food. Deal?" After a beat, he added, this time directed slightly over his shoulder, "Wash, if any of that shit comes off, take it off. Now."
Most problems Bastille could solve with food. He could distract angry raptors with it, could divert their attention from members to prey, and could generally keep Blue from going psychotic on him with it. But he wasn't really sure if he could distract Delta from something she clearly disliked, which was that shiny shit, so the only solution he had was to babble vocalizations at her and get Wash away from the shiny shit.
So help him gods, if Wash didn't listen, he deserved to get eaten.
[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]