07-13-2018, 12:19 AM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Wandering souls were starting to be a commonality around here, it would seem. They consistently got little bursts of joiners but this... Well, this was something else. Bastille should probably be pleased about the sudden influx, but he was tired and his head hurt just thinking about more bodies to account for and make sure were breathing. It could be... a challenge, at times. Not to lose his cool when he was shaking with renewed withdrawals and trying not to focus on how much better Starry would have been at greeting this wave.
"You seem lost," he provided, stopping to the side of Play, keeping her between him and Suiteheart. Avoiding her had gotten unconscious at this point. He didn't speak to her unless necessary and generally kept his distance. It almost felt natural to act like she didn't exist, these days. His pale blue stare swept over the girl as he assessed her distressed aura, before he added, "I'm Bast, by the way."
"You seem lost," he provided, stopping to the side of Play, keeping her between him and Suiteheart. Avoiding her had gotten unconscious at this point. He didn't speak to her unless necessary and generally kept his distance. It almost felt natural to act like she didn't exist, these days. His pale blue stare swept over the girl as he assessed her distressed aura, before he added, "I'm Bast, by the way."
[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]