04-10-2018, 03:30 PM
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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"]"We could always dye you pink," he suggested as he suddenly materialized beside Imm, though it was hard to tell if he'd teleported or simply turned off invisibility. They had very similar effects, visually (unless someone else could see auras too, in which case they would see him approach). Bast didn't look concerned about startling any one with the abruptness, really -- it wasn't like he hadn't been popping about randomly for days now. They should be used to his vaguely dodgy powers by now.
Switching his attention from Imm to the newcomer, he eyed her for a moment before nodding. "Bast," he supplied, content to let Luna handle tours and shit.
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]