07-13-2018, 12:30 AM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
"It says you're doing a good job," Bastille summarized as he came to a stop beside Gordon, catching the very tail-end of their conversation. He broke in casually, yawning slightly, as his ice blue gaze swept over this newcomer idly. He was certain that name and business had been covered before he arrived, so he focused on filling in the blanks as he added in a lazy drawl, "Guardian, I mean. They're meant to be extra good greeters, sure, but becoming a Guardian is like saying good job, you don't suck, keep contributing. The job description itself is... vague."
He shrugged. Not his problem, really. Well, he supposed that it was, but no one had ever complained about the ranks Starry developed or mentioned changes. It hadn't occurred to him yet to make any, and after a brief thought on the matter, he was dismissing it as not a big deal for the time being. Focusing closer on the stranger, he added, "I'm Bastille." No title or title explanation games for him, thank you.
He shrugged. Not his problem, really. Well, he supposed that it was, but no one had ever complained about the ranks Starry developed or mentioned changes. It hadn't occurred to him yet to make any, and after a brief thought on the matter, he was dismissing it as not a big deal for the time being. Focusing closer on the stranger, he added, "I'm Bastille." No title or title explanation games for him, thank you.
[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]