04-17-2018, 04:22 PM
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Bastille didn't really wait long for someone to appear, which was pretty typical, honestly. The first one to approach seemed casual and friendly, and Bast forced himself to relax slightly. Luna's disappearance and everything else that was going on had him pretty damn on edge lately, but it would do him no good to lose his shit on a foreign, neutral Clan. Instead, he offered a nod in greeting, and supplied, "I'm looking for my mentor. She went missing about a week ago, though it would be unlike her to leave without telling us she was going. We're from the Ascendants." That last bit was an after thought, seeing how they'd never had a Snowbound visitor and he wasn't sure if Starry had visited this group yet, either.
As another member appeared, Bast noted that she too seemed to default to friendliness when handling foreigners. So, they really were more neutral than the others -- of course Starry had mentioned that, but without any true interaction with them, it was hard to say for certain that this group fell more into the middle as opposed to leaning one way of the other. Bast had seen enough "neutral" Clans act like anti-Clans or Warbound groups as this area referred to them. He was vaguely intrigued by her accent (or rather, Grimm was), but he made no comment on it, instead offering her a nod in greeting and continuing, "Pale fur, feline. Her name is Lunafreya. I figured she might have passed through here or mentioned something." He doubted that they had kidnapped her, so he took the less aggressive phrasing.
He didn't smell anyone else approach (something he'd noticed about this particular member before as well), but the sudden flickering presence of a third aura caught Bast's eye. He glanced up, seconds before Killua actually spoke, and was vaguely amused to see the little shit that had visited them. So, apparently they had seen a Snowbounder before. "Killua," he drawled idly in greeting, rolling his eyes when the other apparently forgot his name. Bastille wasn't even certain he'd actually offered his name before, distracted as he was by some strange kid fucking around on their territory. "Bastille." He inclined his head towards the other two members, and summarized, "I'm looking for someone."
He didn't seem to carry a grudge against Killua. Sure, the kid was cocky and seemed like a bit of a shithead at times, but overall he hadn't caused any trouble when they let him look around. Bast's suspicions about him had faded pretty quickly, and as such he had no reason for hostility -- particularly when this group didn't seem like the type to kidnap his mentor.
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]