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Bastille was constantly patrolling, these days. He was itching with energy, wound so tight that he felt like snapping, tossing glances into the distance beyond their borders as if he could simply make Luna magically appear. He felt an increased anxiety to get her back, his skin tight; seeing Indi had truly shaken him, and it seemed to have made the bengal all the more desperate to find his mentor. He wanted to go interrogate the other Clans. He was convinced that they must have her, or have seen her on the way out if she truly did just leave them. (He doubted it. Luna wouldn't just leave like that. She'd at least tell him.)
As it was, he knew Starry didn't believe she'd been taken. Their leader was far too kind and optimistic to assume the worst of others. He didn't want to believe that someone would kidnap their members, and so he didn't. But Starry didn't know Luna like he did. Starry didn't understand. And Bastille was getting impatient, the longer they waited without doing anything.
He was on the border then, staring out towards foreign territories, when he heard the murmur of a voice. His gaze snapped towards the source, on high alert as always, and it landed on an unfamiliar aura a few yards away. He didn't think she'd noticed him in particular; her voice carried, firm and assertive, as if she intended for any sort of patrol to pick up on her presence.
In a flicker of teleportation, Bast was standing in front of her. He didn't seem concerned with startling her; he never did. He didn't usually rely on his powers to get around, but she was already speaking when he noticed her, and walking over would likely mean missing what she had to say. Besides -- he found that wasting his energy on powers actually helped alleviate his headaches.
"Bast," he supplied in response, eyeing this Margaret briefly. She didn't really look like a Margaret, somehow. The name was too typical and dull, ill-suited for her, though he couldn't say why. Perhaps her aura just suggested something more. After a beat, he added, "You're welcome to stay with us. This is the Ascendants, in case you didn't know. I'll show you to a room, and someone can give you a tour if you want one."
Short, simply -- to the point. Bast wasn't highly suspicious of everyone like Roy, and didn't possess the same unfailing joy and excitement like Starry. He liked to skip meaningless small talk and get shit rolling. He turned towards the Observatory, clearly ready to start walking back, and added, "We also have a communal map and shit if you'd rather explore on your own."
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]