04-08-2018, 09:40 PM
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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"]Alright. Having Clanmates to focus on was a nice distraction from his general displeasure with responsibility, and so Bast focused on HD first. "Yo, Imm." New nickname? New nickname. "Get everyone around here moving. Come up with a bizarre game of some sort -- you're creative enough to find something that doesn't suck. Maybe launch a prank war against Beck's swampy nightmare of a Clan." Yes, he was still bitter about the foreign leader's attitude towards Starry. Yes, he was petty.
Luna was easy to characterize, almost easier than Imm, really. "Hi, Luna. How's that air manipulation coming along? You can get some more practice trying to dry all the blankets we washed Imm's damned glitter out of -- I'm pretty sure they are still pretty damn damp, so a draft might help 'em out. You can get others to help you move them into place and shit." Not the most thrilling, but hey -- better than another damned meet and greet or something.
In the fact of Starry's beam, Bast sighed. Was he ever not unfailingly happy in the face of Bastille's distress? It didn't seem like it. Either way, all of that energy and excitement was perfect for a cheerful activity, something to get people... happy, or some shit. "Hey, Starry. Uh, let's see... How about you organize some sort of letter campaign? Make people go leave compliments on each other's doors and shit. Like, mention something interesting you noticed about three newcomers this week, or something like that... Whatever. You get the gist. Happy-happy, nicey-nicey." He wrinkled his nose slightly, as if just coming up with something so nauseatingly sweet was painful. Whatever -- people liked attention.
He eyed Roy as he approached, and rolled his eyes at the guy's usual distrusting look. "You get tasks that I think suit you." What for Roy? They guy was an asshole, as far as Bast could tell, and unlikely to accept anything that Bast came up with without some sort of smug comment or defiant question. That being said, Roy had just the right level of aggression and general disdain for peacefulness/trusting natures to come across as someone with combat experience. (Besides, what was with the military titles with that Reza chick?) "So, for you, combat practice with the Clan. Make sure everyone's got basic self-defense figured out, at least." The type of task Bast preferred, actually -- but this week he was assigning, not doing. He could only grudgingly admit he and Roy were vaguely alike in some ways.
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]