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Bastille wasn't entirely certain what had drawn him to the Ascendants, honestly. Sometimes he thought that it was just dumb luck, really -- he was finally ready to stop living the life of a loner, finally feeling the anger and pain and frustration fade enough to become something more than just raw emotion. By the time he was finally prepared to readjust back to group living, this just happened to be where he ended up, stumbling into them by accident. Maybe he could have ended up in Tanglewood, if things had been different. (He doubted it. Their leader was a douche.) Maybe it was fate, somehow. A sign from the gods that his chaotic souls needed somewhere peaceful to sort their shit out.

At her commentary, he cocked his head slightly, assuming she was referring to his obvious Clan name -- she bore one as well, after all, and conducted herself in a manner that suggested she came from similar groups as he. He offered her a wry smile. "Not quite. I mean, our leader doesn't have any Clanner background, but I think some of the others more or less do. I was born in a different cluster of Clans, but Starry looked at me like I was crazy when I tried to explain the whole name ceremony business." Something about how your name was special and no one should change it for you. The whole symbolic warrior name thing had been lost of the Seraph, but Bast didn't mind.

He gave a slight nod at her comment, adding, "Nah. I mean, the position exists, and I think Starry will probably look for healers eventually, but none at the moment. He's pretty, uh, positive. I don't think he believes in war, so potential injury and wounds aren't high on his radar, I don't think." Bast gave a slight shrug. It bothered him somewhat, but if anything were to happen, the somewhat knowledge various members possessed would probably be enough. He nodded at her explanation, and smirked slightly in amusement at her inability to "save lives." Idly, he wondered what Clan she spoke of, but he didn't ask. "Yeah. All of that stuff is stashed in the main Circle of the Observatory, so we can stop by on the way to the rooms."

"A card". Huh. Bastille hadn't heard that one before, but it didn't seem negative, so he didn't care. He'd probably have defended Starry's honor if he had to, but hell, it was hard for anyone to dislike the guy. He was just so happy and positive all the time, like an excitable child. Any problem with Starry would be a result of Bast's failure to describe the leader properly, really. He nodded at her explanation of her Clans, commenting wryly, "Sounds like my birth Clan. I think all of these groups are much too new to really get to that level of... complexity." They didn't have allies or enemies yet, really, and so far there had been very little political involvement -- everyone was too focused on getting their own group put together to focus on everyone else. "Politics aren't very active in these parts."

The way she spoke of leader made it sound as if she had some form of experience with it, and he shot her a sidelong glance. He could see it, honestly. She wasn't too old, but he'd seen some pretty damn young leaders; it wasn't unheard of. Besides, her soul seemed capable of it, and this sort of exhaustion wouldn't be unheard of for a former leader. Maybe she'd taken a break because of said leadership. Either way, Bast didn't call her out on it, but he tucked the information away for later. Former Clan leader, or maybe deputy; she could be useful for helping develop Ascendants a little more, logistically.

"She's basically harmless," he said with a roll of his eyes, referring to Rad as he came to a slow halt outside of the Observatory. "Besides, she's not very good at hiding her theft, I don't think. This is camp, by the way - we call it the Observatory, because, well." He shrugged. That was literally what the building was -- they weren't very creative. "The Great Circle is the whole main bit," he added as he entered, nodding around the main portion of their camp. With the top open, everything seemed pretty bright, and there were others milling about inside. "We keep herbs and shit in a room just off of here, over there," he said, nodding towards a curtain on a far wall. He was waiting for her to come inside before he really briefed her on anything, though.