04-08-2018, 10:02 AM
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[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; width: 305px; border-bottom: 1px solid black; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black; padding: 10px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin: auto; color: black; font-family: Georgia; text-size: 6pt"]Bastille was never far behind when it came to border issues, and there he was, flickering into view as his invisibility kicked off. He stood at Luna's shoulder, scowling as he caught what was being said about Venta. Look, he didn't like Roy, but for once the guy was saying something Bastille could agree with. This guy was shady as fuck, for one thing, and unlikely to even be remembered, for another. If Venta had taken it upon herself to bail out, then good for her. They weren't about to aid this creep in finding his "lost apprentice".
(Grimm had plenty of stories of abusers masquerading as concerned and heartbroken friends or family in order to track down someone hiding from them. There was no limit to what those degenerates would do, taking advantage of helpful citizens to prey on the weak... Disgusting.)
"Look, I don't think she's here, anyway," he said, flatly. Like hell he was going to let on about Venta. They could tell her this jackass showed his ugly face later, and see if she wanted to try to track him down then. And if not, great -- he didn't have to know where she was living currently. "So why don't you just check somewhere else for her, yeah?"
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]