05-05-2018, 06:44 PM
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Bastille's arrival was marked by a steady uptick of the wind, the air having been perfectly calm moments before he joined them. To his annoyance, pointedly thinking at it and hoping it would stop did nothing; his powers seemed unwilling to bend to his command. Sure, since the fucking elemental explosion he felt a million times better -- the headaches and restlessness had finally stopped, and the insomnia vanished. His powers, however, proved to be another issue entirely; Bastille had been born with perfect control over his powers, but the emergence of these news ones seemed to throw everything out of whack. He had never had to learn control before, and it was infuriating.
He did his best to ignore it, however, and instead came to a stop beside Suite. His gaze skimmed over Arion, before it flickered to this mythical looking doe and stayed there. She looked like the sort of creature that Grimm would love to question extensively, but Bastille ignored the impulse. Instead, he supplied idly, "Well, if she's staying, we might as well show her around now." He was always interested in getting things moving forward swiftly -- the dry, repetitiveness of welcoming newcomers was just... terrible, really.
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]