09-13-2018, 05:39 PM
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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille rarely encountered Moon retreating from a border meeting in a shitty state, and yet that was certainly one lion in particular heading moodily towards the Observatory in the distance. He supposed that meant that he should be doing his patriotic duty by going to see what the fuck was going on up there, and after taking a moment to consider whether or not he really cared, the seraph turned and set off for the border. Hopefully it wasn't too much bullshit to deal with in one afternoon.
(It was too much bullshit to deal with in one afternoon.)
His pale blue stare flickered first over Gabe before it appraised the stranger Gabe was supporting as he stopped a few paces away. Bast was clearly late to the fucking party, given the sour auras all around, and he only caught a bit of the tail end of their conversation. A lot of context was missing here, but the guy smelled like pirate fuckers, Moon was pissed, someone was injured, and no one here seemed too happy. Gabe's commentary on Peri seemed to imply that Moon was refusing to help said stranger, which was... interesting. Out of character for him. Which likely meant someone was being an asshole.
[b]"Hm. Nah," Bastille commented dryly, making no move to get out of their way (give that, presumable, Gabe intended to take this guy back to the Observatory). His attention flickered up from their wounded guest to Gabe as he arched a brow, continuing on mildly, "I take it that if Moon refused to heal him, Peri will likely have good reason to do so, too." A sidelong glance at Bub and Oni, before he added, [b]"I'm going to go ahead and assume that this pirate friend of yours was just as mouthy to Moon as he was to Bub. Which, for the record, pirate friend, you have no right to come onto my territory and tell my people to fuck off. It's their home, not yours — particularly coming from an enemy. So how about before you go along being a dick to more of my people, you tell me what your fucking problem is and why Moon is refusing to heal you? Because until I know what the fuck is going on, Peri isn't going to be laying a paw on you. It makes no difference to me in some random asshole Typhooner bleeds out on the border."
(It was too much bullshit to deal with in one afternoon.)
His pale blue stare flickered first over Gabe before it appraised the stranger Gabe was supporting as he stopped a few paces away. Bast was clearly late to the fucking party, given the sour auras all around, and he only caught a bit of the tail end of their conversation. A lot of context was missing here, but the guy smelled like pirate fuckers, Moon was pissed, someone was injured, and no one here seemed too happy. Gabe's commentary on Peri seemed to imply that Moon was refusing to help said stranger, which was... interesting. Out of character for him. Which likely meant someone was being an asshole.
[b]"Hm. Nah," Bastille commented dryly, making no move to get out of their way (give that, presumable, Gabe intended to take this guy back to the Observatory). His attention flickered up from their wounded guest to Gabe as he arched a brow, continuing on mildly, "I take it that if Moon refused to heal him, Peri will likely have good reason to do so, too." A sidelong glance at Bub and Oni, before he added, [b]"I'm going to go ahead and assume that this pirate friend of yours was just as mouthy to Moon as he was to Bub. Which, for the record, pirate friend, you have no right to come onto my territory and tell my people to fuck off. It's their home, not yours — particularly coming from an enemy. So how about before you go along being a dick to more of my people, you tell me what your fucking problem is and why Moon is refusing to heal you? Because until I know what the fuck is going on, Peri isn't going to be laying a paw on you. It makes no difference to me in some random asshole Typhooner bleeds out on the border."
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