04-29-2018, 11:02 PM
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Bastille knew some about the issues between Typhoon and Tanglewood, though that was primarily because of his little visit to interrogate anyone and everyone about where the hell his mentor had disappeared to and why. Otherwise, he had little interest in their neighbors and frankly did not give much of a shit about politics unless it involved conquering their enemies and anyone who had ever wronged someone Bast cared about. Sure, he would listen and retain any information he came across when it came to neighboring Clans, but he wasn't exactly the type who sought such information out or thrived on political dances. Frankly, he sort of hated politics. Too slimy.
That being sad, he understood that ambassadors were important for a healthy group, and appreciated Suite's suggestion. She was a good choice for one, too -- competent, friendly, had her shit together. As he joined them, looking mildly disgruntled with life (no sleep once more), he nodded idly but scowled when Luna joined them. She would be a good ambassador, too -- but that would also mean letting Luna out of his sight long enough to go visit strangers who may or may not kidnap her. Ummm.... no.
He shot his mentor a mutinous look, but fortunately did not make a scene about it. Instead he just said with a snort, "Yeah, and I'd like to state that I'd like to avoid being an ambassador basically forever." He was pretty sure that Starry understood Bastille was not exactly the smoothest operator with strangers. He probably should not be the face of the Ascendants in any context.
Bastille knew some about the issues between Typhoon and Tanglewood, though that was primarily because of his little visit to interrogate anyone and everyone about where the hell his mentor had disappeared to and why. Otherwise, he had little interest in their neighbors and frankly did not give much of a shit about politics unless it involved conquering their enemies and anyone who had ever wronged someone Bast cared about. Sure, he would listen and retain any information he came across when it came to neighboring Clans, but he wasn't exactly the type who sought such information out or thrived on political dances. Frankly, he sort of hated politics. Too slimy.
That being sad, he understood that ambassadors were important for a healthy group, and appreciated Suite's suggestion. She was a good choice for one, too -- competent, friendly, had her shit together. As he joined them, looking mildly disgruntled with life (no sleep once more), he nodded idly but scowled when Luna joined them. She would be a good ambassador, too -- but that would also mean letting Luna out of his sight long enough to go visit strangers who may or may not kidnap her. Ummm.... no.
He shot his mentor a mutinous look, but fortunately did not make a scene about it. Instead he just said with a snort, "Yeah, and I'd like to state that I'd like to avoid being an ambassador basically forever." He was pretty sure that Starry understood Bastille was not exactly the smoothest operator with strangers. He probably should not be the face of the Ascendants in any context.
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]