04-24-2018, 07:53 PM
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The bursts of fire drew his attention, and within moments Bastille was suddenly just there, standing a few feet away from Roy. His attention was only on the Flame Alchemist briefly (trying to figure out what the fuck was going on), however, before it snapped to the familiar aura of Beck lurking several yards away. The bengal tensed up, lip drawing back in a snarl as he realized what all of the commotion (and the ashes) must be about. Disgusted, he spit in annoyance, "He's a ghost, you idiot."
It wasn't Roy's fault, most likely, and most probably would not blame him for assuming victory in this situation -- but in that moment Bast could feel his pulse picking up, the vicious anger over Luna's disappearance spilling over as he snapped, "You can't kill a ghost. Can you, jackass?" It was clear that the second portion was directed at Beck, who, unfortunately, hasn't seemed to have learned his lesson: invisible or not, auras were always there. Bastille glared harder and hissed, "What the fuck are you doing here? It doesn't seem like you're returning Luna, you goddamn gutter rat, so why don't you kindly fuck off?"
Clearly, Bastille hadn't believed a damned word out of Beck's mouth when he claimed not to have his mentor. He was barely holding his anger in check; he was tempted to just tackle the leader -- it would be justified, most likely -- but held himself in check, assuming Starry would probably throw a goddamn fit. His body was starting to glow that dark, shadow-y black, however, hinting at how dangerously close to losing it he was.
The bursts of fire drew his attention, and within moments Bastille was suddenly just there, standing a few feet away from Roy. His attention was only on the Flame Alchemist briefly (trying to figure out what the fuck was going on), however, before it snapped to the familiar aura of Beck lurking several yards away. The bengal tensed up, lip drawing back in a snarl as he realized what all of the commotion (and the ashes) must be about. Disgusted, he spit in annoyance, "He's a ghost, you idiot."
It wasn't Roy's fault, most likely, and most probably would not blame him for assuming victory in this situation -- but in that moment Bast could feel his pulse picking up, the vicious anger over Luna's disappearance spilling over as he snapped, "You can't kill a ghost. Can you, jackass?" It was clear that the second portion was directed at Beck, who, unfortunately, hasn't seemed to have learned his lesson: invisible or not, auras were always there. Bastille glared harder and hissed, "What the fuck are you doing here? It doesn't seem like you're returning Luna, you goddamn gutter rat, so why don't you kindly fuck off?"
Clearly, Bastille hadn't believed a damned word out of Beck's mouth when he claimed not to have his mentor. He was barely holding his anger in check; he was tempted to just tackle the leader -- it would be justified, most likely -- but held himself in check, assuming Starry would probably throw a goddamn fit. His body was starting to glow that dark, shadow-y black, however, hinting at how dangerously close to losing it he was.
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]