04-17-2018, 05:39 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"]There was something morose about her. Bastille couldn't quite place it, but it felt like he was talking to a somber, subdued version of the bright aura that radiated from her. She reminded him acutely of the sort of people who came seeking his business, looking for a way to forget the things that were haunting them -- in fact, he could see her being the type to ask that he erase the memory of the memory removal all together. The type that didn't even want to remember that they were missing something, wanted to live on as if they'd always felt so free. Perhaps one day he would in fact find himself taking memories from this stranger.
As it was, that wasn't his current business with her. Right now he was focused on getting her settled and somewhat comfortable, before he left her to explore. Someone else might take it upon themselves to give her more attention than Bastille did, but hey -- he had shit to do. Such as track down his missing mentor and generally avoid people. It wasn't that he was antisocial, per se -- it was that he was so on edge lately that people were driving him crazy after prolonged exposure. Not this one, not yet; she was too mellow and centered to really draw irritation out of Bast's rapidly shortening temper. He would not mind sitting in silence with her, honestly. She seemed like a good thinker, like someone who wouldn't bat an eye at his library and would gracefully settle in to read for hours in silence. He might even let her in to do so.
"Yeah. I'm going to talk to Starry about it, we had a dragon join recently who doesn't quite fit," he supplied, providing the context for the building. "So, you know, we'll probably start working on it this week if he's fine with it. Don't really see why he wouldn't be." Starry would probably be excited about the job, really. Might even frame it as a group bonding activity. At her next comment, he nodded and added, "Yeah, that's fine. No one will have any qualms with you growing shit."
His casual use of foul language seemed to be pretty typical of his attitude, and clearly he meant nothing by it when he referred to just a personal hobby as "growing shit." At this point his frequent swears and use of shit was too obvious, probably, and besides that, his voice lacked any heat. Bast didn't even register the need to clarify or apologize for it, but continued walking to the Observatory in peaceful silence for a few moments. They were pretty damn close by now, and Bast could make out the entrance when she spoke once more.
He glanced at her, and then offered a slightly awkward shrug. Bast wasn't exactly good with any form of praise or appreciation, really, and he just offered her an idle, "Hey, it's kind of my job. No thanks necessary." A pause, and then slightly more earnestly, "I think it's a good place. To settle back into being with people, you know? I spent ages alone before I finally came here, and I think it was a good choice. It's... easy, adjusting back to that life style with them. I dunno why. Maybe because they're just friendly." Another pause, and then he nodded at the Observatory. "Here, I can show you to the rooms."
Apparently ready to let the moment pass, he headed into the strange dome-like structure, glancing back briefly to see that she was still with him. The roof was open as always, so it was pretty much just as bright and sunny inside the Great Circle as outside.
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]