04-08-2018, 10:46 AM
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[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; width: 305px; border-bottom: 1px solid black; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black; padding: 10px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin: auto; color: black; font-family: Georgia; text-size: 6pt"]Bastille was having a pretty fucking shit time. After the black-out, there had been a brief reprieve: his headaches had faded in magnitude and frequency, his restlessness had disappeared, and there was relative peace among his souls. That had lasted for about a day, and then they'd come creeping back; with his mentor's disappearance, everything seemed to have gotten worse. He could go too long without one of his souls making some idiotic suggestion to get her back, or a snide comment about how Bast should have been there to help her -- they were being intolerable again, really, and it was killing his head. Again.
And so he was patrolling, as usual. Struggling to work out his excess energy and keeping his eyes out for any signs of Luna or what might have happened to her. It kept him on edge, knowing she was out there, and when he detected a foreign aura lurking on their border some time later, Bastille's eyes narrowed. He was starting to pick up the pace when he realized that the strange aura was moving with purpose, slowly tracing the outskirt of their territory, and after a moment Bast slowed and followed from a distance. Watching. Waiting.
He followed the strange aura for a while, though he suspected the foreigner had been here for quite a bit before Bast had noticed him. Suspicious, that. He supposed that newcomers could be curious, but still -- Luna had been on the outskirts of their territory when she disappeared. He bristled slightly at the reminder, and once the intruder finally stopped for long enough, Bastille headed in his direction, faster now than he had been when tracking him. His ice blue gaze roamed over the doberman quickly as he finally approached and came to a stop, before he scowled slightly.
He didn't recognize the leader. In fact, Bast didn't actually know of very many members in the other groups; aside from following Starry to Tanglewood, there had yet to be a gathering -- if they had those in these areas -- and Ascendants wasn't exactly... social, per se. Nor were they violent enough to start shit. So, this guy was just any other stranger to him, if one that seemed to carry himself proudly. "Did you need something, or were you just going on a little tour?" he drawled in greeting, looking vaguely unimpressed. He didn't seem like a lost joiner, but Bast added just in case, "You're on Ascendants territory, in case you missed that on your adventure."
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]