Posts by bastilleprisoner

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i'm just going to stalk this place for a little bit while i figure out where to put bastille yup hi don't mind me

[ I'M THE SUPERSONIC KING WITH A SEDUCTIVE PERSONA
/aggressive dancing ]

After leaving Westeros, Bastille had spent a few days (cough minutes) just travelling, trying to decide if he was going to even bother with joining another Clan or if he was just going to wander as a loner for a while. He could feel the weight of his souls getting worse and worse with each step he took, reminding him that he was a failure, that he was lost potential rolled up and tied of with a bow of failure; that each and every single one of them had died unfulfilled, and that he likely would, too.

He was a ship at see with man's dreams aboard (yoo lit reference), and he was sinking, sinking, sinking - and then he was wandering again, driven by the tales of rouges and justice and the fierce drive to prove them wrong. To achieve, and succeed, even in the face of their failures; to be the life that finally ended right on time and not too soon. There had to be a reason he'd gotten all of these fucked up, failures of souls; it had to be because he could do it, and because he would redeem them.

It was a weak thought, one that was badgered at again and again, but Bastille pushed on towards this Eden anyway. If he was going to flounder and drown, he may as well go out fucking trying, goddamnit. He would not be a passive victim in his own life, and he sure as hell wouldn't let the assholes in his head dictating his choices.

You already got your chances, he thought bitterly as his souls rolled in unrest, This is MY life, my turn. It didn't really help, but it was a comfort to Bastille to give himself the reassurance that he could fucking do this. And so he arrived at the edges of what seemed to be border with a grim sense of determination, pale blue eyes locked on the territory spread out before him.
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[ i am fingers crossed to hard right now that this works out for him sigh
/moves two groups in like three days ]

Bastille's stared locked on the newcomer evenly, and after a moment of fighting down the names that jumped to the front of his mind, he answered smoothly, [b]"Bastillepaw. I'm looking for a place I heard of called Eden." He couldn't be positive that Eden was the name, seeing how he had only heard rumors, but it must be close. And if not? Well, then, he would simply have to go looking again.

It's not like he wasn't used to being alone, he reflected with a bitter smile, before he was molding that smile into something a little more friendly. "Do you know the place?" he tried, glancing at the second member with a slight nod to return her greeting.
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[b]"Looking to join, yeah," he said with a nod, before pausing. "I've heard about you, but only a little bit. I heard that you're all rogues here?" He'd heard more than that, heard that they were the justice, the peace; that they enforced the right and the wrong. For someone seeking redemption for lives that weren't his own, it sounded... appealing. Like maybe this place would let him overcome the failure that plagued his souls, would let him be just Bastille, no one else, and let him redeem the past.
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[ SCREAMS AS WELL ]

Bastille studied her for a moment before turning his attention to the newcomers, taking them all in individually before nodding to the group as a whole. [b]"Bastillepaw," he greeted slowly, a smile inching upwards as he forced it out above the press of names coming from his souls. Yeah, he had this; he was the fucking king in this body, not any single one of them. They'd had their chance, this was his turn, and it seemed like his souls were respecting that.

No fucks up here, man. Just Bastille, and this time? This time he would succeed. With a quirk of a smirk, his mood upticking significantly at the quiet in his head for once, the tom drawled in response, [b]"Castle? Awesome. Consider me sold, then, princess."
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[ wowowow sorry the weekend was hella busy ]

Bast paused, and let his pale blue gaze settle on the new male with first an arched brow and then a sly, entertained smirk. [b]"Well, well, well," he drawled, "And here I never thought I'd get to hear Lucifer invite me to Eden. What a surprise." The lilac smoke gave a nod of greeting in response, smirk still dancing along his maw.
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Bastille was unfortunately crippled with a similar boredom, so he was out and about looking to find something that could catch his attention. Sitting idle for too long had the nasty habit of inviting memories of past lives (past failures) into his head, so he typically tried to avoid that at all costs. There wasn't too much to do, though. He was still adjusting to the Eden lifestyle, and while it certainly appealed so far, he could do with some more activity and entertainment.

[b]"Yo," he greeted the first Clanmate he happened upon, a sly smirk upturning his mouth as he ambled closer, "Watcha got there, ...?" Bastille deliberately trailed off, providing the space for this unfamiliar tom to fill in with a name. And then, because he was so considerate, he added, [b]"'m Bastille."
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[b]"Sounds good to me," he muttered with a shrug as he joined the little group of npcs forming. He had a solid mastery of his powers, and wasn't all too concerned about defending himself it need be, but he wasn't going to fight it. Might as well get some more training in where he could, get even better at what he knew.

(Maybe if he tried hard enough to be better at everything, he could avoid that vicious cycle of defeat and lost potential that his past lives all seem to have been caught in. Yeah, that sounded good.)
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[b]"Hell yes, am I in," Bastille said with a barbed grin as he joined the group, pale blue eyes brightening with mirth. Oh, yeah, was he good at fun tactical games; for Christ's sake, even if he wasn't as in shape as he was, he had his invisibility and shapeshifting to back him up every time. Count him the fuck in, always.
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Bastille was going to go stir crazy if he couldn't find something to do, and he always found that stimulating training was a good way to settle his nerves. Training alone was boring as hell, though, which lead him to the center of camp, where he was calling out, [b]"Hey, let's play capture the flag! All powers will be a go, and there can be claw-less skirmishes with the opposing team. The goal here would be to get in some practice, but to have some fun and kick ass in a cool damn at the same time. Who's in?"
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[ a few bumps and scrapes from training, no biggie ]

Bastille knew he was nice and healthy physically (maybe not mentally), but "nation-wide" sounded pretty mandatory to him. [b]"I'm pretty alright," he drawled in greeting as he strolled up to the group, [b]"So feel free to check someone else out first."
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Bastille gave Kissingkit a toothy grin, one that was a bit rough and shark-like with his restless energy, before his gaze shifted towards Ratvision. [b]"Great," he supplied with a curl of a smile, and tried to ignore the slight flare of warmth at nice idea. God, he felt like an eager puppy, flushing at the slightest praise, but damnit, his souls were full of failure. He could allow himself this one guilty pleasure, alright? [b]"You want to take the other team?"
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Bastille showed up close to Kissingkit's side while giving the newcomer a slow once-over, trademark smirk dancing along his maw. [b]"I'm Bastille," he greeted in a low rumble after she supplied her name, and nodded his head once in acknowledgement. Maybe something a little kinder, he criticized himself mildly, and continued, [b]"Welcome to Eden."
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I might change Bastille's fancy to the new template I'm designing. Preferences?

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i'll never bow 'till i'm six feet under
listen to the sound of rolling thunder
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[align=right][color=white][size=7pt]-- #bastbby
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mm, okay, i get you - i can see how the white would be painful. i honestly despise using the hover tags so i keep trying to find a neat/clean way to incorporate full tags in fancies, but i think i'll just leave them in a spoiler "for mobile" (sIKE little do they know that's my sneaky way of giving them all muahha)

this any better?

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i'll never bow 'till i'm six feet under
listen to the sound of rolling thunder
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[align=right][color=#e3dfdf][size=7pt]-- #bastbby
[/fancypost][align=center][color=transparent](c) madi

[justify]Bastillepaw smirked at her mildly in response, before that smirk softened into more of a lopsided smile. Trying not to look like a jerk, he reminded himself, because that smirk was his go-to. Sure he was trying to train himself out of it, but it was hard to beat habit. "Sure thing, then," he said mildly as she started her check up, his light blue gaze following her with curious interest as she went about her work. The poultice stung a little, but not much.

"Duly noted," he said with an amused grin, finding something oddly funny about the medic's words, but he didn't bother to tease her about it. He wasn't even sure what he'd tease her about. "And thanks." Bastille got up to go, before glancing at the supplies and Clanmates everywhere. He arched a brow at Jace, but said nothing; instead, he asked Claudia, "Need anything else over here, or are your supplies still fine?"

It was nice to offer, he told himself. He was trying to be a nice person, a better person than his past lives. He just wished it didn't feel (or sound) so awkward.

[b]"Cool," he commented as he glanced over the course, and then lifted his gaze to regard the group around him. With a lazy smirk, Bastille questioned, [b]"Who wants to be partners?"
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Madi's activity with Bastille had been awful recently, so she was going to try to step up her game because she literally adored this guy. Anyway. Bastille was trying, okay, he was trying so hard to be a better person than his past souls had been, but it was difficult, pushing past the resentment and negativity and forcing himself to be nice. To be optimistic. To view the world as a good place, and not a hell to reign over as the demon king. He could, though, he had to believe that he could do it, that he didn't have to fall into the cycle of failure that the others had. He could do it.

But that meant being more social, and being an activity participant with his Clanmates. That meant making friends and being nice and learning how to function as a part of a whole, and not live just for himself. "Hey," he called out, "How about a meet and greet?" He looked relaxed and was smirking as always, even if he felt so horribly, horribly awkward just then.
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i'll never bow 'till i'm six feet under
listen to the sound of rolling thunder
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[align=right][color=#e3dfdf][size=7pt]-- #bastbby
[/fancypost][align=center][color=transparent](c) madi

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"Maybe we should all just shut up while we wait, then," he muttered as he joined the group, finding himself siding with Arthur. Be nice, he thought, and then overrode his conscious with, Fuck that. Bastille was eyeing the foreigner with a curious stare, before he huffed. "I doubt all of us bombarding her with our justifications and excuses over her dead Clanmates is going to diffuse the situation very much, Jesus." After that he went silent, sort of sulky and very much eager to just wait for the leaders to appear.
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i'll never bow 'till i'm six feet under
listen to the sound of rolling thunder
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[align=right][color=#e3dfdf][size=7pt]-- #bastbby
[/fancypost][align=center][color=transparent](c) madi

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[align=center][font=georgia]are you ready for another BAD POEM
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"Bastillepaw," he greeted with a lazy shrug of his shoulder, and smirked crookedly at her. He wasn't trying to look like a dick, he really wasn't, but it took him a second to soften that smirk into more of a welcoming smile. Took him a second to remind himself that he knew how to be nice, too.
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i'll never bow 'till i'm six feet under
listen to the sound of rolling thunder
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[align=right][color=#e3dfdf][size=7pt]-- #bastbby
[/fancypost][align=center][color=transparent](c) madi