04-18-2018, 01:54 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 was restless again. The energy seemed to have faded a bit the last few days, allowing him to get a fucking break, but low and behold -- he was twitching again. Briefly, he'd thought that using his powers more frequently was helping keep the headaches and restlessness under control. But then Indi had emerged, and he'd had that odd moment of... well. He'd been Echo, in that moment. He'd felt his emotions and memories and thoughts come crashing down, even as Indi called him Bastille. He had never felt so much that he truly was his past lives until that moment. He'd never experienced such a slip in control, such a blur of reality.
It was... unsettling. He didn't like it. And the intensity of the headaches and excess energy had increased once more in the aftermath, leaving him... on edge. As always, it seemed.
He arrived beside Suite without much notice, simply there one moment when he hadn't been the one before. It could have been either teleportation or invisibility, but Bast didn't clarify and he didn't seem concerned if the sudden appearance spooked them. He was too busy studying this stranger, arching a brow at the odd acronym. "IPRE? What's it stand for?" he drawled questioningly, forcing himself to stand still. He hardly wanted to sit in one place long enough to make introductions, let along give a tour. "And you're free to stay here if you want. Open acceptance and shit."
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]