04-08-2018, 10:55 AM
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That being said, the dude was shady. He constantly looked confused or lost, when he wasn't busy looking lost in memories, and he had a strange aura. He didn't share much, and seemed dodgy about where he had come from. (This guy shows up, and Luna disappears almost immediately after? Bast wasn't much into conspiracy theories, but hey -- he was consider every possible angle.) What the hell was his damage, really? Bast didn't like it and didn't trust it.
So, when he saw Roy and a stranger on the border, he inhaled a sigh and headed towards them. Who knows what this asshole was saying to a potential joiner (or potential threat). He arrived just in time to catch the end of their exchange, and his gaze flickered between the two of them as he said idly, "So, you two know each other." Interesting. Roy couldn't hide that, now could he? His attention focused more on the girl as he added, "I take it you'll be staying too, then."
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]