05-14-2018, 01:09 PM
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Bastille was alerted by Roy's screeching, and while the name he yelled was a familiar one, there was still an automatic flicker of adrenaline telling him to get to the source. Never one to ignore the potential for a fight (so shoot him), the bengal was abandoning his task to bound down the stairs to the basement, figuring that teleporting himself into the middle of a shitshow might not be his greatest idea. Sure enough, as he slid to a stop beside Margy and surveyed the situation, he found a relative shitshow at hand.
No one seemed particularly harmed, at least. Roy looked like he was losing his shit, Maes looked... a little tied up at the moment, and everyone else was just milling about in confusion and asking dumb questions about the circle. Roy looked a little too caught up at the moment to be answered them, but Bast didn't really care, honestly. He eyed the set up, scowling as he tilted his head to study the circle. Looked culty as fuck. "Isn't this the type of culty ass shit that got you two killed in the first place?" he huffed, which -- okay, so he probably could have rephrased things a little, but y'know. It was Bastille. And, for that matter, it was Roy.
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]