07-19-2018, 11:36 PM
BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — [color=#21201c]TAGS
Ah, yes: a healthy disdain for ranking and authority. As ironic as it may sound, Bastille hated the hierarchy. He understood why it existed. He'd agreed with Starry's vision, made suggestions about what the ranks could be like based on other groups, knew damned well that the lack of any sort of order would lead to chaos. People had to be rewarded for not fucking everything up. Just because he understood it didn't mean he had any interest in participating in it, however, and to this day he still refused to utter his god-forsaken title aloud. He'd tried every step of the way to get Starry to just take pity on him and demote him, but instead the bastard (stars bless his soul) had done this.
Bast had more or less come to grudging defeat, but he could rant for days about this shit, honestly. Let Moon utter a single word of disdain and he'd be there like the devil himself summoned. That was not, however, what drew him today. Instead, it was his sister. (It was still fucking weird to think of her as his sister, but she was, and Bast... was struggling to navigate that, a little bit. It was awkward. But he was drawn to her, morbidly curious, obligated to be her brother and look after her and follow her every where she went as they awkwardly tried to figure out how to act around each other).
"Hey," he greeted, stopping beside Vi with a sideways glance at her before he took stock of the situation. Herbs immediately meant Halo tryout to him, and he studied this stranger idly. "Good hunt, it looks like." He shot Rin an amused smirk. "Getting all of these potentials to do your gathering for you was the move, Rinny. We've fuckin' drowning in herbs."
Ah, yes: a healthy disdain for ranking and authority. As ironic as it may sound, Bastille hated the hierarchy. He understood why it existed. He'd agreed with Starry's vision, made suggestions about what the ranks could be like based on other groups, knew damned well that the lack of any sort of order would lead to chaos. People had to be rewarded for not fucking everything up. Just because he understood it didn't mean he had any interest in participating in it, however, and to this day he still refused to utter his god-forsaken title aloud. He'd tried every step of the way to get Starry to just take pity on him and demote him, but instead the bastard (stars bless his soul) had done this.
Bast had more or less come to grudging defeat, but he could rant for days about this shit, honestly. Let Moon utter a single word of disdain and he'd be there like the devil himself summoned. That was not, however, what drew him today. Instead, it was his sister. (It was still fucking weird to think of her as his sister, but she was, and Bast... was struggling to navigate that, a little bit. It was awkward. But he was drawn to her, morbidly curious, obligated to be her brother and look after her and follow her every where she went as they awkwardly tried to figure out how to act around each other).
"Hey," he greeted, stopping beside Vi with a sideways glance at her before he took stock of the situation. Herbs immediately meant Halo tryout to him, and he studied this stranger idly. "Good hunt, it looks like." He shot Rin an amused smirk. "Getting all of these potentials to do your gathering for you was the move, Rinny. We've fuckin' drowning in herbs."
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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]