Word Count → 305 :: Table & Coding © Tammi; This is really sucky but here it is. Figuring that Esme could have stumbled upon him as he was throwing a fit about the stuff not working and wanting to get rid of them as a way to get her gift

The small male had raided some of the other buildings in the area where the slaves were being kept. What he had thought to be an amazing find had turned out to be a but when he simply couldn't get it to work as it should have. He found himself unable to handle the weapon, at least it was assumed that it was a weapon, and it caused him a great amount of frustration. After all he had snatched it before others could just so that he could use it for his job duties. It turned out that such had been a bust.

Bastion really hated it when things didn't go his way and this was no exception. He didn't have anyone to be mad at so he was mad at the utensil itself. He growled and tossed away the odd shaped scythe. "Stupid." The small male grumbled, fussing at the instrument. It really bothered him that something that was so interesting just would not work with him. It was like anything or anyone else that refused to do what he wanted or would not listen to him, he just tossed them away and would have nothing more to do with them.

That is exactly what was happening in this case. The item had pissed him off and now he was just throwing it out. He didn't want it around him any longer and didn't want to see it. It had upset him so much that he absolutely refused to keep it among his other possessions. It was almost as if he thought that it would turn his other items against him and so he had to get rid of it as quick as possible before that could happen. Perhaps it was a silly notion but Bastion did have his own set of odd beliefs.

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Ah yes, he was quite strange indeed. That was something that couldn't be argued against. But for all his strangeness he managed to be effective at his rank and job. He sat up towards the head of the table for the Last Suppers. He was adored by the female leader and had even been allowed to get away with things with the male one. So for all his oddness he was trusted by the leadership to do as he wished. He felt that he could practically do anything at all without getting in trouble for it. Of course he tended to take advantage of that.

As for dress was concerned, it was something only used to cover his mark when he decided to go outside of Salsola. Other than that he lacked in clothing. He didn't like the restraint of clothing and so he only wore the skin tight article when he had to go out. Even if he still didn't like clothes he had gotten to where he enjoyed the floral baths that he took. With as frequently as he took them now one would find it hard to imagine that at one point in time he had never partook of the practice. Actually the clothing and baths had become a product of Salsola and was now something that he did without thinking about anymore. So yeah, the panties were only pulled on when trips outside of Salsola were in order.

Bastion looked over as he was spoken to and frowned at the weapon that he had just tossed away. "No work." The words were stated quite simply. His broken speech, choosing only the bare minimum of needed words, was another things that made him an oddity. It was something that those around him had gotten used to. And outsiders, well... they generally thought him unintelligent when the opposite was the truth. Sure, he acted on impulse from time to time but he did have the mental capacity to think ahead, or even thinking on his feet once he found himself caught up in a situation. And more often than not he didn't have to rely upon that but could just turn to Janos and allow for Janos's brute strength and imposing appearance to handle most things.

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Bastion didn't understand why the female would want something that wouldn't work but Bastion was all to glad to get rid of it. He no longer wished to have it in his sight so he simply didn't care what happened to it so long as it no longer remained among his belongings. "Don't want. No work. Can have." The small male gave the female the freedom to take the object away and keep it should she choose to do so. He had no use for it as he could not make it work for him.

"Bastion." He gave his name quite simply when it was asked for. He saw no reason to not give it out. After all others in the family already seemed to know it even if he had never formally introduced himself before. Now, he couldn't say that he knew the names of the other members as well. He simply hadn't taken the time to keep up with them as well. Perhaps it was wrong of him to not find the others important enough to care to figure out who they were and what jobs they angled for and such but well, that was simply the way that Bastion was.

A long glance was given to the female as she offered to help him. It had him wondering if he even really needed any help. He wasn't exactly sure. But well, he certainly didn't mind commanding others and having them do as he wished for them to do. So after a long moment he finally gave a nod of his head. "Get rid of what no work." It was the most simple explanation of what he was doing. The things that he couldn't use or no longer wished to keep around were being thrown out. Bastion simply didn't like having the things that he didn't want laying around where he could see them every single day. No, he was more the out of sight out of mind sort.