LIGHTNING AND THE THUNDER | {OPEN, VISITOR?}

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BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags

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It would be a mistake to underestimate Bastille, honestly. The bengal was slight and slender, and did not have the smug demeanor of someone so full of them self that everyone must know exactly what he was capable of. He was much more casual, coming around with idle interest and giving away very little of his capabilities. That being said, he’d inherented complete control of his (Grimm’s) powers from Grimmkit and had the force of Echo’s fighting capabilities at his disposal. Peaceful as Ascendants was, there’d been no reason to demonstrate for anyone other than his mentor, who’d seen a little of what he knew. He had no reason to make a point now, either, but should Killua take him for granted Bast would hit back just as hard.

He had relaxed somewhat, forcing himself to be more polite, but his blue stare went viciously cold as Killua spoke dismissively to Luna. Bast was willing to admit that he could be an ass when in a bad mood, but this ignorant little shit had better believe he didn’t kindly to being spoken about so flippantly right in front of him. Kill him kill him kill him, Echo chanted suddenly, his voice loud and abrupt in his thoughts. Bastille winced, feeling a headache rise as his soul surged through him, and for a second his silver fur glowed black.

And then he was forcing Echo back, and the glow faded as the lion came hopping excitedly forward. Bast simply gave a shrug and drawled, ”Well, yes. That was the point of offering. Go ahead; we’ll follow.” His head was killing him, and he didn’t feel like being around this little fucker much longer. He cast a glance towards Luna as she spoke, and snorted in amusement as he started after them.