04-08-2018, 12:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-12-2018, 08:13 PM by BASTILLEPAW.)
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Bastille wasn't exactly the type to ask for permission, per se. His usual practice was to simply do shit, and if it turned out to be a problem later, then he'd defend his actions then. And if not? Well, then apparently his impulsive behavior wasn't a problem to begin with. Either way, he was rarely concerned with potential consequences, and not one to stop and check himself before he went along with whatever plan he had next. Besides, what was the worse Starry would do to him? Demote him? He'd only be doing Bast a favor, so really, he had nothing to lose. (He highly doubted Starry would kick him out entirely -- the leader was much too kind, and Bast suspected Starry actually liked him for whatever reason.)
And so, when he noticed Starry's aura leaving the territory all alone, he didn't really stop to consider his options. Luna had recently disappeared, for one thing, and for another, Bastille at least vaguely knew that it wasn't quite time for another leaders' summit yet. There was no way in hell he was going to stand idly by and risk someone else he liked disappearing, and therefore he made up his mind relatively quickly. He was following.
The bengal caught up not too long after Starry arrived, stopping behind the Seraph's shoulder with a cursory glance over the others. He didn't know any foreigners, actually, and therefore had yet to meet any of these Tanglewood members. His ice blue stare locked at Beck, and he glowered as he corrected, "Starrynight." His ongoing headache was a bit stronger today, and beyond that, his missing mentor had him just a bit on edge the past few days. He was smart enough to hold his tongue on a foreign border, but come on. Starry may act like an excitable child most of the time, but he was still their leader and this ghostly twat could at least remember his name. He wanted to make a snide comment about how they had nothing to gain from allying with these assholes, but contained it. Just because their presumed leader was a jerk didn't mean they all were, and besides -- Starry probably wouldn't appreciate it, A, and could speak for himself, B.
Bast would just stay quiet and stare the other leader down instead, protective inclination telling him to shift in front of Starry but his better sense of judgment and grudging respect for his Seraph keeping him a step behind his shoulder instead. He could protect him just as well from here, anyway.
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]