[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][img]https://i.imgur.com/wFqApY1.png[/img][/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
[color=30A4D9][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Phia [@princess], Wendel [@FunnyGuy] 
[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] 15 gold
[color=30A4D9][b]Injuries:[/b][/color]  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] None, but signs of past battle damage remain.  
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Bastion turned his head slowly, arcane servos purring faintly with the motion. His gaze, still fixed on the horizon only moments before, now locked with the kindest and most excited eyes he’d ever experienced. But as soon as the strange half-elven woman’s attention graced him, it departed. For a moment, Bastion lingered there, watching her approach the bar, for the first time he took in the Warforged bartender plying her trade there. The kind girl and Warforged both pulled his interest, but before he could start heading that way he was approached by another individual. 

He regarded the dwarf before him with a polite nod.  

The wind tugged at his scarf again as Wendel spoke, the fabric flapping gently behind his shoulder like a quiet echo of motion. Bastion’s glowing eyes blinked once in acknowledgment, soft blue lights adjusting as he processed the man’s enthusiasm.

[color=30A4D9]“I am a fine sight to behold?”[/color] he asked, voice even but touched with something that could almost be described as... curiosity.

His gaze dipped down to the offered hand.

There was a pause—not of hesitation, but of observation. A handshake. He had seen it done countless times. He had practiced it, even.

His large, armored hand extended carefully, fingers shifting with subtle clicks and mechanical grace before enveloping Wendel’s much smaller one. His grip was firm, but not crushing. Measured.

[color=30A4D9]“Well met, Mr. Wendel. I am called Bastion.”[/color]

He released the handshake gently and turned his head toward the birds still gliding alongside the ship, taking a moment to recalibrate his attention.

[color=30A4D9]“The view is better here,”[/color] he agreed, a soft nod accompanying the words. [color=30A4D9]“There is... a serenity to this height. And the birds—”[/color] he gestured toward them with a slight motion of his chin, [color=30A4D9]“—I like those birds.”[/color]

There was something nostalgic in the way he said it, though the tone remained even and quiet. A pause followed, not awkward, but contemplative. Bastion looked back to Wendel before continuing. 

[color=30A4D9]“You speak with a joy I do not often encounter, Mr. Wendel. I like that, too.”[/color]

Another beat passed between them. The wind picked up again, and the scent of distant cooking oil drifted from the galley vents. His olfactory sensors picking up in the shift in aroma. He did not smell in exactly the same way humans and the other races did, but it was among his sense all the same. Below them, the deep groan of the airship’s arcane engine pulsed like a heartbeat. Birds, the ones Bastion had been watching, cried in the sky.

Bastion’s faceplate shifted into its closest version of a smile.

[color=30A4D9]“You are welcome to remain. I do not mind company. Though, I was intending to go over there.”[/color] He said, raising a massive finger to point towards the bar. [color=30A4D9]“Would you like to join me, Mr. Wendel?”[/color]
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