04-17-2018, 03:40 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 had been looking for Beck, but hell, he'd take anyone at this point. Besides -- their leader was insufferable. Perhaps the rest of the group wasn't quite as horrid and annoying (though he was highly suspicious of anyone willing to follow such a maniac). As the dragoness approached, Bast simply studied her with vague intrigue; she neither frightened nor alarmed him, but he did feel Grimm shift slightly in interest, cataloging this particular dragon and her particularities. Perhaps she had an interesting story for him to snatch up, but Bast refused to be distracted by his soul fracture's mission right now; he wasn't here for stories, he was here for Luna.
At the very least, she didn't seem to be nearly as rude as Beck. "I'm looking for my mentor," he said, to the point. What was the point in wasting time making small talk when Luna had been missing for nearly a week now? "Snowy fur, feline, generally peaceful. Lunafreya. She's been missing for a while, but I highly doubt she would have just left without telling us." Him, in particular. A pause as he studied the stranger, before he added, "I don't suppose you guys have, I don't know, seen her."
It wasn't an accusation. Bastille was watching her closely, as if he suspected that they might have taken her (which he did), but his words left room for the possibility of Luna simply passing through on her way elsewhere. He had some tact, if barely any. Before he could add anything else, his attention was flickering to the sudden emergence of another Tanglewood member. Bast arched a brow at her, and snorted slightly in amusement. Children.
"Oh, uh-huh. Sure," he drawled idly, watching Beck's aura approach from the side. Bast didn't bother to point out that he could see him, nevermind the fact that the fucking knife was perfectly obvious to literally everyone, and he also didn't react to the leader's evident plan to assassinate him. Seriously, dude? Bastille rolled his eyes, apparently completely unconcerned with the possibility of a knife plunging into him (teleportation was a handy tool), and deliberately ignored Beck in favor of this... child-spirit thing.
"You have such nice shinies, Fish," he commented dryly, giving Beck an unimpressed look when the second child-spirit lunged for the goodies as well. He supposed trying to kill visitors was much less interesting than shiny things if you were, well... a child. Like Beck. Clearly. "Nice to see you too, jackass. I didn't realize ghosts could lack stealth as horribly as you do," he snorted, ice blue stare going briefly to the fourth member to appear before it was back on Beck. "Luna. Have you lot seen her or not?"
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]