04-29-2018, 11:19 PM
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Eh. That was good enough for Bastille as a starting point; he could round up more people eventually, after he'd tried to figure out just how in the hell they were going to do this. Besides, he actually liked Immy, and had decided that Ama was alright. At the very least, she didn't annoy him, which was better than most. He gave an idle nod, and drawled, "Right. So, basically, we're trying to build a bunker for our larger members, anyone who might want windows in their rooms as opposed to living in a literally basement, shit like that. If we can figure out a stall for that colt, great. If not, we'll figure something else out. Uh, I'm not exactly sure how we're going to do this, so for right now you can help be coercing more people to help and helping me figure out what the fuck we're even going to do."
Bastille didn't seem to shoot for elegance or class in any way when he spoke. He also didn't look like he particularly cared that he was admitting that he had no plan and needed suggestions. Sure, he had a sense of pride, but it also was not easily wounded.
Eh. That was good enough for Bastille as a starting point; he could round up more people eventually, after he'd tried to figure out just how in the hell they were going to do this. Besides, he actually liked Immy, and had decided that Ama was alright. At the very least, she didn't annoy him, which was better than most. He gave an idle nod, and drawled, "Right. So, basically, we're trying to build a bunker for our larger members, anyone who might want windows in their rooms as opposed to living in a literally basement, shit like that. If we can figure out a stall for that colt, great. If not, we'll figure something else out. Uh, I'm not exactly sure how we're going to do this, so for right now you can help be coercing more people to help and helping me figure out what the fuck we're even going to do."
Bastille didn't seem to shoot for elegance or class in any way when he spoke. He also didn't look like he particularly cared that he was admitting that he had no plan and needed suggestions. Sure, he had a sense of pride, but it also was not easily wounded.
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]