03-25-2018, 09:15 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"]God, his head had been killing him lately. Bastille was more and more frequently getting headaches, usually at random -- in the past, he had always known one was coming, often triggered by his souls becoming more active. Recently, however, they seemed to come at odd hours, with or without a soul trying to influence Bast to do something or the other. He could be completely fine one moment, and suddenly throbbing with pain the next. As it was, his mood wasn't great, but he'd already accepted his task from Starry. (Damn.)
"Alright, we're cleaning shit up," he called, coming to a stop in the middle of the observatory. He eyed the walls, seeking out the vines that Starry had mentioned, and gave an idle nod. "Alright. We're going to need to clean off the walls outside and inside, get that shit out of here, and maybe clean out the dust in the upper rooms. We're getting a lot of newcomers lately, so might as well prep shit... Oh, and we should make space for a training room, and clear an area for the territory map. If Starry shows we can check if there is anything else we might need to add. If you have questions or shit, come find me, I guess."
With that he was off to start investigating the upper floors, scoping out a place large enough to train in. Perhaps they could get some of that padding for the flooring, though he would need to go searching for it or possibly have to conjure some... Whatever. He'd figure it out.
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]