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[justify]Bastille was fucking exhausted. He had no idea how long he'd been walking, but by the time he finally landed his ass back in RiverClan territory, he was ready to just lay down and exist in a coma for twenty years, thanks. He mentally kicked his runty little 3 moon self for deciding that an adventure! to discover himself! was ever a good idea. No kit should ever be allowed to make those decisions. Kits were stupid.
Letting out a deep sigh, the tom debated for a long moment if he was going to head closer to the camp, and eventually just figured that he might as well wait for an escort. Important cats got escorts, he thought sarcastically, before dropping down to rest and wait for someone to stumble upon him. Any moment, now, he was sure of it. RiverClan was on top of their shit like that.
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Drawn by the promise of violence -- all in good fun, he taunted silently -- Bastille approached the group with a sly smirk. He was always done for a little bit of a rumble, and the chance to spar with the victor was tempting enough to have him staying long enough to see who would come out on top in this pairing. Whispers of thoughts nudged at the back of his mind, encouraging him to take notes, but he was good at ignoring them now. He knew who he was now. He was Bast, and maybe he was them, too, but mostly he was just Bastille.
And Bastille wanted to fight, with or without encouragement.
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"I don't know," Bast mused as he sauntered casually up to the group, looking interested and vaguely entertained by the scenarios. He loved to play devil's advocate, and almost immediately there were voices rising up in his thoughts to offer suggestions. So dark, Zaniel's past; all of those secrets and hidden rooms within the Elite, so much available knowledge -- but Bastille pushed him away, wanting to embrace this challenge without any other souls interfering. "If some overly adorable little runt showed up all alone in our camp, I feel like I might be a little suspicious. How is some defenseless little thing going to get all the way into an enemy territory alone? Especially if they happen to seem too adorable."
He paused, dropping to sit in the group, clearly showing that he wanted in on this training, too. "Or, worse yet, no one is going to trust some cutesy kid with any useful information." Bastille squinted thoughtfully for a moment, before giving a lazy shrug. [b]"I mean, unless their security is just completely horrible."
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Bastille didn't even bother to act like he wasn't late, but instead strolled up to the group with a sense of casual (if slightly moody) arrogance. Mental defenses sounded a bit like a joke to him - I've got voices in my head who all want to take control, ha - but he was willing to show up regardless. Maybe there'd actually be something he didn't already know (doubtful, but if his souls have taught him anything, it's that hubris will kill you). So here he was. Maybe he'd get to take a stab at someone to practice his offense.
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"You sure you're going to make it, princess?" Bastille asked with a smirk of amusement as he approached the group, taking in Wave's stuttering and immediately targeting it for a sarcastic remark. He knew he was an asshole, okay (he had three assholes in his many souls; what could you expect?), but even he could acknowledge that pissing off the trainer might result in consequences. Stretching slightly, Bastille amended with a more cooperative comment of, "I can help with quite a few, too. I know mine pretty well. If that'd make it easier for you..." A pause, in which he took in the name Ocean called her, [b]"Wave."
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"Your Clan?" he echoed, sounding amused by her bold claims, but he didn't bother to sass her over it. To be sure, the majority of his souls hated kits, but he could feel impressions of his mother encouraging him to be nice, reminding him that in her time, there'd been kits as leaders and trusted advisers. Bastille wanted to scoff, but didn't. "Yeah, sure, I'm here to join. Again. I was born here." He glanced at the other kitten, and laughed (it was a rough laugh, but not exactly mean, per say.) [b]"I'm fine, princess."
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[ BELLAMMMYYYY <3 ]
In the face of such innocence, even Bastille couldn't bring himself to point out that he'd been using "princess" sarcastically. It may be entertaining to tease overly-sweet femmes, but kittens? Fine. So he had a heart, just barely. "Oh, my mistake, then," he responded flippantly, and silently told himself not to be so snarky with the oblivious kids in the future.
"Bastille," he returned, nodding his head in greeting to the others rather carelessly. Now that he's been admitted and all that shit, he sort of just wanted to sleep for ten years. Preferably somewhere nice and quiet where there were no asshole souls speaking in his head.
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Bastille glanced at Harley and smirked at her in response, taking particular interest in her greeting because he could definitely appreciate the sarcasm. Fine, throw his own sass back at him; he honestly was only amused by it. "Shove it, Harley," he retorted with good humor, still smirking as he nodded in greeting to the others. His gaze lingered on Lachlan, and after a moment he shrugged. "Sorry, man. No idea who you are. You too, though."
The tom's attention returned to the little kitten a moment later, and after arching a brow he snorted. Quickly covering it with a cough, Bast muttered, "Oh, my bad." He forced himself to shake off the snark, forcing down Echo's shitty commentary in his head (She's just a little bitchy kitten, who gives a fuck, Bastille!) and instead offered her a pleasant (if slightly plastic) smile. "Honored to meet you, my queen." He felt a press of disgust from the bitter souls within him, but above that there was the briefest impression of his mother's approval.
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Bastille slumped beside Frenchcapital to watch as everyone flipped the fuck out, and found himself wanting to make sarcastic commentary. Instead, however, the apprentice merely muttered to the deputy conversationally, "My mom was named Frenchpaw, too. Fuckin' weird sometimes to hear your own name, isn't it?" He spoke it a dry tone, not particularly interested in the topic, honestly, but that was sort of just his general demeanor. Either outright rude, apathetic, or just barbed sarcasm.
(Once upon a time he had tried to figure out if it was HIS fault he was this way, or if it could all be blamed on the souls warring for control inside him; but then he had grown up and gotten over it and decided that it was a stupid fucking question, so Bastille didn't really mediate on shit any more.)
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Bastille paused, glancing sideways at the deputy in vague surprise. He hadn't really expected that sort of reaction, and after a moment he merely nodded to show his acknowledgement. Letting the conversation drop - he was never eager to discuss his mother - the tom turned his attention instead to the little kitten as she came tripping up. Her greeting had him arching a brow, and then he was smirking at her. So, the little shit was going to tease back, was she? [b]"Hm, hi. And what trouble are you getting into today?"
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[ For the #heforshe event ]
Bastille was not by any means the type to enjoy body swaps. Sure, he was a shape-shifter, and he had bodies at his disposal, but that didn't mean he liked to run around switching things up. He was a relatively constant cat, and he liked to keep things as they were, usually. He'd been born in this body, he would probably die in it, thanks.
That being said, the tom - that is, she-cat was in for one hell of a wake up that afternoon. She didn't even remember deciding to nap, but with a jolt Bastille was waking up, stretching out with a vaguely disoriented frown. Something felt strange. The apprentice had never been a bulky tom, but her body now was certainly the slightest bit slimmer, more feminine, and things were just different. Strange. Not exactly noticeable at first, until Bastille went to smooth her chest fur and found a belly prepped for kit suckling.
"... What the fuck-"
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[ I just watched The 100 finale and I am dead ]
Bastille showed up to the meeting looking more tired than usual, because she'd been up sobbing over BELLARKE all night getting used to being in a female body was, you know, fucking weird. And mildly stressful. None of his goddamn souls were even female! They were all male, too! (Not including the fractions of his mother he'd absorbed, which he tended to try not to think about.) Just... just fucking. She could not even.
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"No, it's definitely fucking awful," the she-cat grumbled as she ambled up to the group, eyeing Crypticsoul bitterly. Bastille found absolutely nothing about this situation to be entertaining, and the irritable looks she was giving people this week was a pretty solid indicator. "Welcome or whatever, Cherrypaw," she huffed, [b]"I'm Bastille. Usually a guy. Having a fuckin' blast."
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Bastille understood that RiverClan was his mother's Clan, was supposed to be his birth Clan. It was more of a place for him than his father's Tribe, maybe, but it wasn't his. And no matter what his souls tried to tell him, neither was WindClan, or where ever all of the Elite rejects had gone, or- or anywhere. They just weren't for him, and Bastille was determined to stop defining himself according to his soul's rules. He didn't care what they said, didn't care if he had them screaming in his head the whole time- he was done.
"I don't think I'll be staying here after all," the tom - thankfully a tom once more - announced as he stood at the edge of camp. He glanced around, but he felt no real connection to these cats. Not his family, not his Clan, just- not his problem, honestly. "So, thanks for the hospitality, but, you know... Bye." And with that, Bastille was turning to go, readying to finally leave RiverClan behind.
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Bastille paused and smirked slightly in amusement, unable to help it. Alright, fine, he'd concede that the little kit was maybe a little adorable. Only a little, okay? "Yeah, sure. See you later, princess," he said over his shoulder, nodding briefly at the other cub before he left. Bastille didn't plan on ever coming back, honestly, but he supposed it couldn't hurt to keep that from Miku. Let her believe what she wanted to.
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By the time Bastille had even left RiverClan territory, he was already being bombarded with thoughts and impressions and urges. It was like he couldn't make one fucking decision on his own, without questioning it was really him or just a past life influencing his thoughts; he started to question who he was, found himself answering with a different name almost every time, and it was frustrating. He just wanted to be Bastille, no one else. Not Pollutedsoul, not Echo, not Zaniel, not Grimm, and not his mother. He was Bastille. He was Bastille, and he was going to do this on his own, and he didn't need this shit.
He didn't need the memories to remind him over and over that none of his souls were happy. Didn't need to be reminded that they were all a fucking trainwreck of lost potential, that all of their stories had ended uncompleted. He wasn't them; he wasn't some fuck up who had died too soon. He was Bastille. And he was headed to the first place that he could, determined to make it his decision.
He wasn't so sure if he liked that decision too much when he wound up on the outskirts of some weird ass, unfamiliar territory, but at least he could breathe evenly. At least he didn't feel confused when he asked himself who he was. At least his thoughts weren't being pressed upon with memories that weren't his own. That had to be something, at least.
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[ heyy c; ]
Bastille glanced up at the sound of another's voice, and studied her for a moment as, in a flash, he was suddenly uncertain again. Wasn't he Echo? He wanted to tell her Echo, but a moment later he was viciously swallowing the name and offering her a tight smile instead. "Bastillepaw," he said, voice slightly rough, and then he cleared his throat and continued, "I think I might be looking to join."
Before he could ask where the hell he was, the tom stalled and turned his pale blue gaze to the second member. Westeros. Strange name; definitely not a tradition Clan. Didn't ring any bells, didn't prompt any misplaced memories, and, best of all- didn't make any of the assholes in his head pipe up. "Sick," he said with a shrug, smirking slightly, [b]"I guess I'm here to stay, then. Anything I have to do for that?"
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That sounded vaguely like playing dirty, but, well - Bastille could only admire what a clever play it was on BloodClan's part. It brought a smirk to his face as he mulled it over, before he was simply giving a lazy shrug. "Sounds like a plan," he drawled, uncertain as of yet if he'd actually be going himself. Getting involved it some sort of supply run with other Clans sounded suspiciously like inviting his souls out to try and take control, which was not something he wanted to deal with, really. Like, ever.
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He took in the dragon with a mild stare, glancing at the cluster of Westeri, and after a moment he finally just gave a shrug. "Yeah, sure, a tour would be cool, I guess," he agreed, before nodding in greeting, "Nice to meet you all." He supposed these were his people now, which was... strange. But at least they were his.
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"That sucks," Bastille commented, watching the retreating form, and felt absolutely nothing. He hadn't exactly known her, and as such, he didn't really care that much. It may sound harsh, but it was the truth; how could you mourn someone you'd never even fucking met? You couldn't, that's how. So he got over it (nothing to get over), and after a moment he went to find something else to do, calling over his shoulder, [b]"Good luck."
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