04-15-2018, 09:30 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"]Bastillle's sleeping schedule was... interesting. Usually he got the sleep he needed when he needed it, not really one to support the "sleep was for the weak" philosophy. For one thing, that was just stupid; for another, it was also extremely false. He couldn't perform well if he was too fucking exhausted to function, and he scoffed at anyone who was going to try to convince him of otherwise. Unless you were a strange mutant or had other powers warranting sleeplessness, claiming that sleep didn't matter was stupid and something he would vehemently attack.
That being said, insomnia had clutched ahold of him tightly, and he could barely get to bed until relatively early in the morning. He slept later than he wanted to, and occasionally slept in the early evenings in an effort to get some of the hours he needed before another long, sleepless night. It was fucking annoying as hell. He didn't need his schedule getting fucked up now, and he hated waking up late. It was lazy and useless and sloppy, in his opinion; there was shit he could be doing, and the longer they went without sign of Luna, the more irritated he got. Soon, he was going to go looking for her, with or without the others.
So, he was out patrolling, looking for any sign of his missing mentor. It was crisp and vaguely chilled, the April breeze still edged with the coldness of winter, but he didn't give a fuck. His headache was dull, distant, and there was no one around to scream in his ear and make it worse.
Almost no one, that was. The flickering sign of Rad's aura with a foreign one had grabbed his attention, and he'd tensed slightly at the sight of them. There were smaller auras dotting the stranger as well, and Bast was... well, suspicious. Luna had been all alone when she vanished, too. And who was this guy, showing up in the middle of the night?
One moment, Bast was a while off, and in the next, he was standing next to Rad. There was a faint thrum of energy in the air as the bengal teleported, but he seemed unaffected and unbothered by the abrupt appearance -- he didn't really seem to care if he started them. His ice blue stare was on the guy, eyeing the snakes and his disposition swiftly, watchfully. If he was a threat, Bast would fry each and every on of those damn snakes for dinner individually (after shoving this guy in a locked room, obviously).
He missed out on their conversation, privy only to the ending of Rad's question, and he narrowed his eyes with a sharp glance up to the stranger's face. "Are you threatening her?" he demanded, annoyed at the possibility that Rad was just hanging around in the face of a threat. Sure, this guy didn't look very aggressive, but Grimm had seen plenty of calm, controlled villains. They didn't have to be outwardly hostile to be slimy fuckbags.
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]