07-20-2018, 01:16 AM
BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — [color=#21201c]TAGS
The tang of blood is pretty damn unmistakable, but Bastille isn't too worried, frankly. He can feel no distress radiating from the source as he tracks it, and as he draws closer, he can identify the presence of multiple familiar auras. A newcomer, then, possibly injured -- many of them seemed to show up needing medical aid, lost and confused on their territory, and he wouldn't be surprised if this was another. No one had rushed past looking for Rin yet, so he didn't feel any urgency to get moving quicker. Joiners were always swamped by a crowd of strange faces, and Bast was not interested in contributing to the masses of awkward small talk and creepy looming.
When he did come sauntering up to them, it was with a sense of lazy indifference. He was tired, for one thing, and while he was in a relatively good mood, he just... a little drained on making friends with so many strangers so quickly. He wasn't good at small talk and certainly didn't like it, so the constant stream of people to be responsible for and pleasantries to be had was exhausting him. He gave the stranger a once over, identified the source of the blood, and drawled, "Welcome to the Ascendants, boo. Yeah, we live here. You can live here too if you want, s'long as you don't kill us in our sleep and wear our blood as an accessory." A yawn as he added, "m Bast."
The tang of blood is pretty damn unmistakable, but Bastille isn't too worried, frankly. He can feel no distress radiating from the source as he tracks it, and as he draws closer, he can identify the presence of multiple familiar auras. A newcomer, then, possibly injured -- many of them seemed to show up needing medical aid, lost and confused on their territory, and he wouldn't be surprised if this was another. No one had rushed past looking for Rin yet, so he didn't feel any urgency to get moving quicker. Joiners were always swamped by a crowd of strange faces, and Bast was not interested in contributing to the masses of awkward small talk and creepy looming.
When he did come sauntering up to them, it was with a sense of lazy indifference. He was tired, for one thing, and while he was in a relatively good mood, he just... a little drained on making friends with so many strangers so quickly. He wasn't good at small talk and certainly didn't like it, so the constant stream of people to be responsible for and pleasantries to be had was exhausting him. He gave the stranger a once over, identified the source of the blood, and drawled, "Welcome to the Ascendants, boo. Yeah, we live here. You can live here too if you want, s'long as you don't kill us in our sleep and wear our blood as an accessory." A yawn as he added, "m Bast."
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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]