07-19-2018, 01:10 AM
BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — [color=#21201c]TAGS
It seemed like every time Bastille turned around, Freelancers were fucking fight one another. The shit with Tangle could have been a fucking disaster if not for the fact that Meta evidently wasn't really their own and would be exiled, and Bast still got headaches when he thought about dealing with Carolina's less than pleasant arrival. Now Player seemed to be involved with the whole let's-fucking-fight-everyone shitshow, and he was just about losing his patience with it.
The seraph arrived with to the tune on an earthquake, the ground rolling and cracking under his paws as his annoyance ate away at his control. He'd been in a great mood that morning, but then his souls had jostled and things had gotten unbalanced and he was even more annoyed knowing how good things had started. It wasn't faring well for his control.
"Enough," he snapped, water erupting from the air between Carolina, Texas, and Player in an effort to fling all three of them apart from one another. Bastille stalked towards the cluster and continued evenly, "Wash is losing his damn mind, and you three are not going to be of any fucking help fighting one another. And frankly? I'm sick of finding you all squabbling like children all the damn time. Carolina, stop attacking the other fucking Freelancers. Player, stop encouraging her. You-- What the fuck is your name? Texas? You, if you try to retaliate, you're not coming any fucking step into my territory." A pause. He breathed in, chilling his temper, and continued at a slightly less deadly tone, "Now. What do you need?"
It seemed like every time Bastille turned around, Freelancers were fucking fight one another. The shit with Tangle could have been a fucking disaster if not for the fact that Meta evidently wasn't really their own and would be exiled, and Bast still got headaches when he thought about dealing with Carolina's less than pleasant arrival. Now Player seemed to be involved with the whole let's-fucking-fight-everyone shitshow, and he was just about losing his patience with it.
The seraph arrived with to the tune on an earthquake, the ground rolling and cracking under his paws as his annoyance ate away at his control. He'd been in a great mood that morning, but then his souls had jostled and things had gotten unbalanced and he was even more annoyed knowing how good things had started. It wasn't faring well for his control.
"Enough," he snapped, water erupting from the air between Carolina, Texas, and Player in an effort to fling all three of them apart from one another. Bastille stalked towards the cluster and continued evenly, "Wash is losing his damn mind, and you three are not going to be of any fucking help fighting one another. And frankly? I'm sick of finding you all squabbling like children all the damn time. Carolina, stop attacking the other fucking Freelancers. Player, stop encouraging her. You-- What the fuck is your name? Texas? You, if you try to retaliate, you're not coming any fucking step into my territory." A pause. He breathed in, chilling his temper, and continued at a slightly less deadly tone, "Now. What do you need?"
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