04-04-2018, 11:50 AM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; border: 1px black solid; width: 500px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin-top: -1px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; color: black; padding: 10px; text-size: 9px"]For a brief moment, there was nothing. Silence. His headache seemed to have faded, the restless energy, the screeching of his souls in his head... gone. As the darkness settled, so did all of the chaos within him, as if the power surge had effectively shut Bastille off, too. He stood still, blinking, staring into the darkness -- more shocked by the sudden peace than anything else. After all, Bast had never had any control over electricity before; it wasn't like he expect this power out to be his own doing, and therefore he had no reason to assume as much and be all shocked over it.
Instead, he was simply relieved and surprised by the reprieve. As the others started to take notice, the Fireball glanced up, blinking as his vision adjusted to the darkness. He could hear HD shouting somewhere up above, and he smirked slightly. Served him right, for throwing glitter all over the damned Observatory. Luna's voice closer by brought his attention back to the present, and he glanced towards he with a slight tilt of his head. "What is?" he questioned, jolted by her paw on his shoulder. The pulsing black glow seemed to have vanished with the power as well, though Bastille had yet to notice the glow she was speaking of. The first time it had appeared, he'd been unconscious; and since then, it seemed to come briefly, in pulsing flashes, always while Bastille was too worked up and distracted to notice.
A faint thump from the control room alerted him to Starry's presence, and sure enough, the leader was there moments later. Bastille could sense something vaguely distressed about his aura, a thickening anxiety, but before he could say anything Starry seemed to be calming down. At the question, he shrugged. "Beats me. Might be a power surge, though it's not storming out. I guess we probably just have to flip the fuses." It's not like he realized it had been him, after all.
(Though the sudden peace and quiet in his head was suspicious, Bastille was pointedly not thinking about it in case it all came rushing back to him.)
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]