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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
[b]"Do you even have the authority to demote the medical team?" Bastille drawled lazily, materializing at Moon's shoulder with not even the faintest trace of apology in his expression for the potential scare. He arched a brow as he propped an arm up on said shoulder, though it was almost like he was genuinely asking the question. Sure, the General in charge of the medical team had a great deal of jurisdiction with said team. Did he get to promote or demote at will? Did he want to? The inquiry was half Bast giving him shit and half daring him to take that authority for himself, because the odds were Bast would let him. Choose your own adventure and that shit. No one had served in this specialization before, so it was more or less up to Moon to craft it.
His pale stare flickered to the others gathered, and he seemed to catch up with the rest of their... debate. "Cats have been sacred to many cultures," he pointed out, with a hint of a shit-eating grin, "When's a dog ever been worshipped? Besides, the only good dogs are big dogs. I've never seen a single bad cat." A pause. His gaze lingered on the newer members, who he had only seen a bit in passing. Had he ever introduced himself? Probably not. "'M Bast." Full name? Never. Title? Over his dead body. They'd have to make due with his very informal form of introductions.
His pale stare flickered to the others gathered, and he seemed to catch up with the rest of their... debate. "Cats have been sacred to many cultures," he pointed out, with a hint of a shit-eating grin, "When's a dog ever been worshipped? Besides, the only good dogs are big dogs. I've never seen a single bad cat." A pause. His gaze lingered on the newer members, who he had only seen a bit in passing. Had he ever introduced himself? Probably not. "'M Bast." Full name? Never. Title? Over his dead body. They'd have to make due with his very informal form of introductions.
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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]