04-15-2018, 10:28 PM
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Look, Bastille was no master strategist, nor did he pride himself as being one. That sort of shit didn't scream as crucial to his identity. But he was an excellent judge of character, and pretty fucking intuitive about people for someone who didn't seem to give a flying fuck about others or their business. So, he saw Pincher's cunning and more importantly, he saw Pincher's arrogance about that cunning. And he didn't like it. As such, he wasn't expecting much from his "crew".
The bengal stood idly on the end of their connector, waiting on the brink of what he considered the official start to Typhoon territory. They had an interesting layout, though Bast was more interested in history and traditions than in geography. He was always interested getting shit moving, because it had been days since Luna disappeared and he'd already wasted some time trying to visit other neighboring groups with no sign of her. (Pincher seemed like the type to kidnap people, just saying. Maybe he would have greater success here.)
No point in announcing himself with no clear sign of anyone in the distance, so he waited. Impatiently.
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]