05-01-2018, 12:16 AM
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Speak of the devil. It really was getting increasingly difficult for Lunafreya to leave camp without Bastille more or less stalking her, either because he had noticed the sudden absence of her aura and went to track her down or because he tagged along before she could escape him. He probably could have brought himself to feel some sort of shame about it, but he gave absolutely zero fucks. Luna had been endangered once, and Beck was clearly a hostile idiot willing to attack at random; why on the gods' earth would he give Beck a free shot at Luna if he didn't have to? Besides, he was constantly looking to escape camp anyway, so half the time Bast was already on patrol when he ran into Luna (read as: spotted her aura in the distance and immediately changed directions to catch up with her and scowl darkly over their border towards swamp county).
This time around, he had come trekking after her when he noticed she was leaving, and arrived just in time for someone to start roaring nearby. The corporal was tense and on alert for all of two seconds before he identified Suite's aura, and then he was simply confused as he ambled in front of Luna to investigate. It was clearly Suite, new form or no, and she seemed... distressed. "Suite? What the hell is that?"
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]