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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Right, Anakin. Bastille could sense him from time to time, lurking in the Observatory, but he rarely saw the guy if not at the Starpool. Not a big deal, in his opinion: Ani over here had told him at the time that he wasn't really looking to be a full fledged member, given, you know, the whole ghost situation. Fine by him. Bast didn't really give a fuck who haunted them as long as they were chill, and Ani seemed chill. Even if he didn't seem particularly fond of the nickname.
At the draw of a familiar aura signature, Bast yawned and wondered in his direction. His vision was still fucked up, overlapping images flooding the Circle as he headed towards the group, but he did his best to ignore them. He couldn't really tell who he was that day, everything a jumble of mixed memories and thoughts -- but that didn't matter either. Bast didn't have time to worry about his own fucking problems. He had shit to do and disasters to avoid.
Interestingly, they were talking about the Force as he came to a stop, and his pale stare locked on Ani. Ah. That explained the Force shit he was always talking about. Bast had come to think of it as an aura map, or a mode of sensing energies and whatnot, but this seemed more... alive. Spiritual. It felt like faith, a foreign concept to a godless individual. He cocked his head to the side and questioned idly, [b]"Huh. You got good and bad of this Force stuff or is it a neutral state? Like, can you sense someone's Force?"
At the draw of a familiar aura signature, Bast yawned and wondered in his direction. His vision was still fucked up, overlapping images flooding the Circle as he headed towards the group, but he did his best to ignore them. He couldn't really tell who he was that day, everything a jumble of mixed memories and thoughts -- but that didn't matter either. Bast didn't have time to worry about his own fucking problems. He had shit to do and disasters to avoid.
Interestingly, they were talking about the Force as he came to a stop, and his pale stare locked on Ani. Ah. That explained the Force shit he was always talking about. Bast had come to think of it as an aura map, or a mode of sensing energies and whatnot, but this seemed more... alive. Spiritual. It felt like faith, a foreign concept to a godless individual. He cocked his head to the side and questioned idly, [b]"Huh. You got good and bad of this Force stuff or is it a neutral state? Like, can you sense someone's Force?"
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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]