04-15-2018, 09:14 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"]Bastille heard the excited shouts from a few corridors away, and groaned. Look, he didn't have an opposition to happiness -- he was just... well. His head hurt, Luna was missing, and he generally was on edge these days. He felt rattled after Echo's insertion into his life, the strange energy that had overtaken him in response to "Indi's" appearance making his skin itch as if it were too tight. He didn't know what was happening, and much as he'd struggled to accept his souls in the past, he'd never experienced... This. Whatever "this" was.
So, the sound of running paws and excited whoops made him sigh in annoyance. Whatever was going on, it was likely to intensify his headache and do absolutely nothing to help find Luna. He headed in their direction with a slight frown, eyeing up the shuffling NPCs with some reservation, before he made eye contact with one tom. The guy slowed, looking a little nervous, and then said, "Uhh, hey, Bast. That new girl is, uh, hosting a party." He looked a little spooked as Bast arched a brow at him, and then bolted after the others.
"That new girl" was undoubtedly Rad, and he rolled his eyes before heading off after them. Gods. What was she up to now? Drugging the entire Clan and stealing their shit while they were too dazed to notice? He honestly wouldn't put it past her, the little shit. (The thought of loud music made him cringe, but he wanted to see what was up -- maybe he'd get there before she managed to get the music blasting at head-throbbing levels.)
Besides, he had to make sure no one got killed or too horribly robbed.
The bengal arrived as Rad was tinkering with the boombox, his ice blue stare sliding over the set up and the milling NPCs as he stopped beside her. At least she was actually doing something; to Bast's frustration, no one was too willing to simply take initiative and do shit around here. His gaze dropped to the boombox at Rad huffed, and he snorted. "What, don't know how to work the things you steal?" he drawled, idly.
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]