04-15-2018, 10:07 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"]Another day, another useless patrol -- it seemed like no matter how long Bast spent on their borders, waiting for Luna to come back, it was all meaningless. She wouldn't just come waltzing back. He was certain of it, certain that she hadn't gone willingly. Someone had her, and the utter lack of concern was driving him crazy. The lingering guilt of Indi's disappearance was rooted deep in his soul, and he felt plagued by problems that did not belong to this life. Echo's failures should not translate into his, and yet. And yet. Echo's past was still his past, in a way, and Luna was still missing in an eerie reminder of Indigo.
He was going to find her. Of that much he was certain. He was losing patience with the others' complete lack of concern, and he would go alone if he had to. Today, most likely. He was itching to do something, anything, that would feel less hopeless -- today, he would go. He couldn't wait any longer.
First, however, there was this: another stranger on their border, not too far behind the last. They seemed to gain members with relative frequency now, something he might be proud of if not for the tension eating away at him. Oddly, this girl reminded him of the one just before her: she too looked exhausted, worn from a long journey, carrying a defeated energy that did not quite entirely mask the bright, promising aura underneath. Her soul was tired, but it was strong. Bast would not underestimate her, any more than he would underestimate "Margaret".
As he came to a stop in front of her, he eyed her briefly, as if assessing a threat. She too was to the point, introducing herself and stating her business without promptly, cutting out the need for useless, trite questions. Clanners, he assumed -- she and the other girl both. Those who came from a similar background as his seemed to have an innate understanding of the norms and customs, something that Starry had lacked when Bast first arrived in the Ascendants. The leader had looked baffled by Bast's expectations; he had the impression that if he listed off several typical Clan norms, this girl would not bat an eye.
Hotelsuites. With Margaret, he'd had the compelling notion that the name didn't suit her, somehow. With this stranger, it was a different but similar inclination. Bast has highly intuitive when it came to reading others, no doubt inherited from Grimmkit, and something about this introduction felt... reserved. As if there was more this girl was not saying, as if "Hotelsuites" wasn't the whole story.
He wasn't going to ask if she didn't feel like sharing, though. He didn't care about her business. "Welcome to the Ascendants, then," he supplied, simple, "'M Bast. I'll show you to camp and where you can find empty rooms and shit. Someone will probably give you a tour if you want, but otherwise, you can explore on your own. We have maps." With that, he turned towards the Observatory, evidently ready to get going. He didn't linger much on these issues.
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]