03-21-2018, 10:07 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; border: 1px black solid; width: 500px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin-top: -1px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; color: black; padding: 10px; text-size: 10px"]Bastille, on the other hand, had no prior experience with dinosaurs. As far as he was concerned, the damned things were extinct and had been for ages; they were out of sight, out of mind. He wasn't really the type to get excited about the past, or delight over dino stories -- they weren't relevant to him now, so there was no need to linger. Grimm, of course, tried to encourage him to absorb as much information about every decade he could... but Bast acted as a story-gatherer out of obligation, not fascination. He was much more present orientated, quite like his past lives (much as he hated to admit being anything like them). The here and the now was what mattered, for he'd learned pretty quickly that fretting over the past was shitty.
That being said, he knew what they were, vaguely. Grimm in his past lives, particular those as humans, had studied them to some degree. Not too much, but enough to gleam some information about their time period. So sure, Bastille knew what a dinosaur was, but it wasn't like he had them on his mind as he came ambling towards the foreign aura he sensed nearby. He was just expecting another joiner of the usual sort, not a giant fucking lizard thing.
"Dude," he said as he came to a stop beside Vinny, "What the fuck." There was no fear. Bastille was merely curious and vaguely confused by this weird ass creature, skimming through his various memories to see if he could pull anything up. It's not like he had a direct connection to Grimm's memories always, so there was a lag time before he managed to come up some form of realization. "Is that a fucking raptor? Where the hell did she come from?" He squinted slightly, and seemed to acknowledge that the weird ass fuck had actually spoken. "What, you're hungry? Uh, this is Ascendants territory, but Starry will probably give you food. Seriously, though, who are you?"
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]