CHEAT DEATH IF YOU WANT TO | MEETING 9.3

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

Bastille had not intended, originally, to let his relatively "scandalous" overhaul to drag on for as long as it had, but he was hard pressed to feel too bad about it. He was tired. Something new and ridiculously tedious seemed to crop up every day, which warranted enough to reconsider every time he thought he knew what he needed from them. Perhaps he was simply giving himself excuses, and he was not afraid to admit that he was, but it would take a truly foolish individual indeed to think that Bastille cared if they called him out on it. At this point, criticizing his leadership only proved him right; he had literally nothing to lose by being called a bad leader, because he in fact got the opportunity to say I told you so.

He was trying to be good, he reminded himself idly as he took his usual meeting spot, looking momentarily dreadfully bored before he exhaled noisily and it became more apparent that he was just tired. Hazel's exhaustion weighed in his bones heavier than their bond had ever touched him before, and maybe he was just tried himself, too. [b]"Meeting time," he said, tone even and not very raised for shouting; it was lazy, really, the manner in which he called them.

There was a pause. He arched a brow. "I did demote myself from this god-awful job, technically, so if there are any objections to me hosting said meeting..." A longer pause. The horribly unimpressed and disinterested look on his face said that he was going to be quite, quite exasperated if someone actually posed a complaint. Hell, he didn't even know if he would just step down or simply stare at them until they stopped speaking at this point: his level of disdain and exhaustion was at a precarious peak in which he might take either road in terms of being Done™.

"Anyway," he said, with the air of someone moving on from something awfully stupid they had just overheard and was determined to ignore, "Promotions. Moon, Cosmic General — I assume you'll specialize in Clan Welfare." He didn't really sound like he cared, though it was hard to say if he didn't care about what Moon chose or if he didn't care if Moon wanted a different specialization because he was getting that one, or both. He didn't really waste time in seeing what he said, either. "Peri, I'm putting you at Halo for now. Dory, Fey, Zjarr — Starstruck Guardians." A pause. He looked entirely unapologetic as he said, "Oni, Thea, while you two have been around quite a bit, I'm putting you both on a week's probation. Oni, because it might be the wolf, but we don't kill Clanmates. Thea, for attacking Oni, because again: we don't kill or harm Clanmates. Got it, kiddos? Great."

He scowled slightly as he continued, "As I'm sure you all know, we lost Clanmates this week. The investigation into Roy's murder is ongoing, so for the time being, travel in pairs outside of the Observatory and particularly near the borders. Thea, we're visiting the neighbors after this." A pause. It seemed like an afterthought as he said, "Someone who wants to host weekly tasks, go for it. We'll also need someone to run the ambassador program." He didn't mention that it was because Margy had offered. No need. [b]"Meeting dismissed, otherwise."

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