07-15-2018, 07:11 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
At the very least, no one is drowning or panicking. That's good enough for Bast, frankly. Last time had been a near disaster with White freaking out, but this batch of newcomers seemed tame enough. Well, newcomers mixed with newish members who still didn't have their pendants -- good, he noted, gaze flickering over Church and Meri. This was going particularly easy thus far, and he drawled in response to Thea, "Yeah, they're from the meteor that made this Pool, supposedly. That's what Starry told us." His attention slid briefly to the pendants hanging from the Oak tree, and he cleared his throat before providing, "Our founding Seraph. His was the sun pendant up there." A nod towards the tree as he provided, "We hang the necklaces of our dead, in remembrance."
His ice blue gaze locked on Imperia as she piped up, and he arched a brow at her with a hint of a smirk. "Right. What she said," he commented, adding, "I don't really know much about what's in the shards, to be honest. I just know they're meteorites. Iron-like is how I'd describe them, yeah." He tilted his head back, offering his necklace as an example: the triskele pendant and five Fireball beads were all the same dull grey metal, mixed in with the various colors of his rank beads. "Looks basically like iron when it's crafted, too."
His ice blue gaze locked on Imperia as she piped up, and he arched a brow at her with a hint of a smirk. "Right. What she said," he commented, adding, "I don't really know much about what's in the shards, to be honest. I just know they're meteorites. Iron-like is how I'd describe them, yeah." He tilted his head back, offering his necklace as an example: the triskele pendant and five Fireball beads were all the same dull grey metal, mixed in with the various colors of his rank beads. "Looks basically like iron when it's crafted, too."
[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]