[color=E0D6C0] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/wFqApY1.png[/img][/center][color=E0D6C0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fXzi00H.gif[/img][h1][b][color=30A4D9]Bastion[/color][/b][/h1][/center][center][/center]
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[color=30A4D9][b]Race:[/b][/color] Warforged  
[color=30A4D9][b]Class:[/b][/color] Warrior  
[color=30A4D9][b]Location:[/b][/color] Airship; Top Deck - Bar
[color=30A4D9][b]Interactions/Mentions:[/b][/color] [@PapaOso] Talis, [@FunnyGuy] Wendel, [@Tae] Meiyu, [@princess] Phia, and everyone else at the bar. 
[color=30A4D9][b]Equipment:[/b][/color]  
[hider=equipment][color=F9D972]☼[/color] Tower Shield  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Greatsword made of Glacium (A material as hard as steel, yet formed from eternally frozen ice.)
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Titan Chain – A reinforced tow chain housed in his left palm, functioning as a powerful grappling hook.  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Aged Leather Satchel   
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Worn but cherished scarf
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Maintenance Kit .
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Heavy-duty rations (for companions, not himself).  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] A delicate glass figurine of a bird—an old keepsake.  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] A locked, timeworn journal—contents unknown.  [/hider]
[color=30A4D9][b]Attire:[/b][/color]  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Etched and weathered plating with bronze accents.  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Fitted harness for carrying supplies.  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Worn scarf 
[color=30A4D9][b]Gold Balance:[/b][/color] 39 gold
[color=30A4D9][b]Injuries:[/b][/color]  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] None, but signs of past battle damage remain.  
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[color=silver]“Don’t hang up on it too much, Bastion. The lass might have spilled it with how fast she was moving.”[/color]

Bastion turned slightly to look at Wendel, eyes glowing steady. He gave a quiet nod of acknowledgment but said nothing. Then he looked back down at the glass. The water sat perfectly still, untouched.

The lights in his optics narrowed, the soft blue edges drawing in as if squinting at something only he could see. A stillness came over him again, quiet and thoughtful, but not entirely peaceful.

Something was stirring behind the glow.

[color=7DBC89]“Well, ladies and gentlemen...”[/color]

Meiyu was standing now. Moving away. Her tone was light, but Bastion didn’t fully register the mimicry or the reason behind it. Just that she was leaving, too.

He watched her disappear down the same hallway as Talis.

Then he looked around the bar. Wendel was still there. Gears was cleaning a glass. The pretty pink-haired girl named Phia and the others were chatting themselves. It wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t empty.

But he felt alone.

Without really knowing why, Bastion reached up. His hand found the scarf wrapped around his neck, fingers brushing the fabric like it might help him remember something more clearly.

Then, slowly, his hand moved lower. He placed it over the golden sun etched into his chest, fingers tracing the lines gently, [i]fondly[/i]. The paint was faded in places, but the mark remained.

His optics dimmed.

And for a moment, he didn’t move. He didn't speak. He just...was. 
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