04-04-2018, 10:23 AM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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(There was a brief surge of memories; he was slinking through the crowd that had gathered around the potential Stealth-Walkers, keeping track of Indigo and her current prospect as he moved. They would be finished in any moment, most likely with Indi on top once more, but Echo would be ready for her. No one ever said he had to play by the rules to win, after all.)
Bast gave a slight shake of his head, and blinked once Luna responded. Easy, steady -- as usual. "Cool," he said with a shrug, uncertain what he was meant to do now. "Uh, I was going to go patrol, if you wanna come and... talk." A pause. Bast was quite nonchalant and unbothered in most situations, but clearly struggled a bit with genuine or meaningful interaction. "About training, or something."
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]