05-05-2018, 01:16 PM
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Bastille was not terribly in the mood to socialize, but he did study the strangers who appeared, if only briefly. Interestingly, the girl had a telling aura, and Bastille might actually be willing to speak to her. She didn't seem interested in leaving her Clanmate, however, and Bast wasn't intrigued enough to make conversation. Besides, he was probably going to--
Jerking in surprise, Bast blinked as someone -- no, Hazel -- bumped into him. He looked back at her with a slight tilt of his head, blinded once more by the sheer force of her aura, and simply offered a shrug. "Uh, it's fine," he mumbled, glancing away from her. She seemed tired, but Bast didn't really look long enough to see if there was anything else bothering her.
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]