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 Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 9:47 pm
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Bastion had a lot of trouble waking up that morning. It was warmer under the blankets, and he'd found great difficulty getting to sleep the night before, so it felt extra plus good to stay in bed a little later. When he did wake up, it was with a groggy, unhappy face. He crawled out of bed, slid across the room, and flash cooked a can of beans on a tiny fire stove that he and his roommate shared. Once the glop of a breakfast was eaten, he combed his hair and changed into his normal dress clothes, before heading out to the shrub.
Bastion no longer lived in a shrub, but he still worked there whenever the mood struck him. It was small and cramped, but it had everything he needed, and he was used to it by now. So he left the safety of the tower, and trekked the far, far trip all the way into the woods in order to get into the shrubbery he used to call home, and begin the long, but fruitful, process of creating jewelry.
He looked at the waning sun, and decided he'd probably sleep here, tonight. He might as well.
Quote: Bastion is a horseman of the death clan, he's strangely friendly to students, and he is inside of a shrub in the forest. This shrub. He works there, he's hollowed it out and put up a small house inside that you have to crouch to be in, and he makes jewelry there.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 7:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 5:14 pm
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Looming presence outside the shrub at evening
He hadn't been home. He hadn't been at the forge, nor the market place, nor anywhere else in the tower that Nergui searched. It could have meant many things. Innocent things. Not so innocent things. Worrisome things.
What it meant to her was that he had retreated to the hovel of shrub he called his work station. Why he continued to go back, the mare didn't know. She'd offered to have a new work bench crafted for him, with everything that he needed for his craft. An oven, a forge of his own, anything and everything he could have wanted. She would provide him.
Instead, he choose to work here, and apparently sleep here on occasion.
She was standing over him, dark lips set in an odd little frown, hands on her hips. "Bastion."
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:31 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 2:36 am
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Evening Forest 5pm
Perhaps it was the smell. Perhaps it was the warmth that seemed to emanate from a shrub that should not be giving off heat. Whatever the case was, Nerisei was right to sense something odd about the giant shrub in the middle of the forest. When she touched the shrub, her fingers would pass through the initial curtain of leaves soon enough, and touch hard, solid wood.
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Evening Forest 7pm
The sound of a head thunking hard against a low ceiling echoed, followed by a muffled curse and a low whine. A few seconds later his head popped out from under the leaves, with his hand resting on it. He caught a glimpse of Lan, and lowered his head (and hand) respectfully.
"How may I help you this evening, my lady Lan?"
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Evening Forest 9pm
It was a busy day indeed.
Bastion looked up from his work, and gave his cousin the saddest, guiltiest smile. "What a lovely surprise," He whispered out in embarrassment. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, cousin?"
He knew exactly to what. He knew exactly.
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Early Morning Forest
It had been an exhausting night, and Bastion would have slept in if not for the sound of a voice outside of the shrub. It took him a few minutes to actually respond, but the rustling sound of someone moving within was indication enough that he was getting to it.
Weary, ragged, half dressed and sporting amazing bed-hair, Bastion peeked his head out and winced at the morning sun.
"You have found him - as has the rest of the world, apparently." This would be the last day he would come to his shrub 'to get away', it seemed.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 7:41 pm
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the shrub at night
With an even more guilty duck of his head, he shifted to kneel in front of her, and put both of his hands on either side of her head. Holding her there, he gave her an honest smile.
"I love the bench you made for me. Never think, even for a moment, that I am anything but pleased to be with you. It just isn't about that." He let go, and sank back down to rest on his haunches. "This place just hums with an energy that soothes me. I need the solitude, I need to feel surrounded and enclosed as though entombed, but in living entities." He reached out and pressed his hands against one of the leaves that stuck out from the ceiling. "It protected me when I was alone for so long. There is life, here. I cannot ignore it." His hand dropped to rest on her shoulder. "Even if it means less time with my beloved cousin." And her less beloved mate, he failed to say. After all, what heartsore man would willingly surround himself in the sight of other people's love?
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 8:01 pm
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The shrub at night
The elder sighed softly, acceptance or defeat, as mismatched eyes lifted to the hand that had reached out to touch the leaves that surrounded them. She didn't not have to like his logic to see that it was important to him. That this place was important to him. She understood connection, and life, better than most, she would say. "I just want to see you happy." It was the goal she had aimed for since they were small children, and she would continue to support him in that desire until the world had turned to dust.
Leaning closer, she reached up to cub the strong lines of his face, drawing him down to her so she could lay a kiss on his brow. "If this makes you happy, then so be it." A soft pinch to one dark cheek as she smiled up at him, then she'd let him go.
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