04-10-2018, 03:27 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"]One moment they were alone, the next moment Bastille was standing at Imm's shoulder, eyeing the foreigner with idle interest and a little bit of suspicion. Nothing personal, really -- he was just distrusting of most strangers on their border these days, convinced that it had been a stranger on their border who lured Luna away and captured her. It'd been days without sign of his mentor, and he was getting very... twitchy about it. More restless than usual, and the stress seemed to be making his headaches worse (great). He thought that maybe using greater portions of his powers (teleportation, for instance) instead of letting them just activate randomly on their own would help ease the restless energy. So far, it had not. A pity.
"Who do you know here?" he drawled with a hint of a smirk, as if playing on an inside joke. It was, really -- reminiscent of some of the human memories Grimm had stashed away, dumb college boys demanding that trademark question when people requested access to their homes and parties. It sounded fairly serious and low, but then Bast gave a roll of his eyes and added, "Nah, we don't require anything from you. You can stay as long as you want, as long as you don't kidnap our members." He smirked at Imm slightly, as if thinking about his joining requirement.
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]