05-02-2018, 09:30 PM
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Bastille was not stalking her, per se, but he had noticed her aura in the distance and was tracking it as he ambled slowly after her. He wasn't in a real rush to get to her, anyway; he could already see Remy approaching, likely rattle off the usual introduction, and there was no reason for him to hurry along to engage in some riveting small talk. Bastille hardly wanted to talk to anyone these days. He wanted to burn Tanglewood to the ground and make sure their lives were complete and utter fucking hell, basically. That, and he could go for some sleep. Clearly, socialization was not high on the corporal's list of wants.
That being said, duty and obligation and being a good citizen, blah blah, the typical reasons that Bast would force himself to greet newcomers, blah blah blah. He sidled up beside Remy with a lazy look-over of the stranger, offering a bored, "Yo," in greeting.
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]