YOU STARTED A FIRE & YOU'RE BURNING UP | open + bunker 2.0

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Bastille had discovered a few things in the past few days: one, his powers would listen to him sometimes, but only when he called on them himself; two, they tended to react to his emotions, a clear indication that he had little to no control over them when they summoned themselves. So, while he knew trying to start a fire could go poorly, he was convinced that he could keep it under wraps if he called it forward willingly, like his own little pet fire. It had worked when he tested it with mini storm clouds, so why shouldn't it work now?

Bastille looked up as Roy stepped through the stacks of burning wood and headed towards him. It was almost comical to look at, really -- Bastille hadn't made any progress over than to lay his planks where he wanted the walls of the bunker to stand, so now the flames were formed mock walls, in a way. He scowled slightly, assuming that Roy was here because he guessed Bast was struggling, but he had to grudgingly admit that Roy's abilities were exceedingly helpful. It probably couldn't hurt to have someone who could keep his messes in check, because as much as it drove him crazy, Bastille sucked at it.

He didn't miss the slipup in names, but he also didn't care. "They're more cooperative when I bring them forward willingly," he muttered, glancing back towards his flames as he determined that the wood had reduced to suitable piles of ashes. "I think I can just make the earth form the bunker for me, instead of trying to figure out how the hell to put the wood together." He was avoiding the fact that he needed to try to the flames out now, but after a beat he frowned and forced himself to focus. With the rain clouds, it had been easy -- he just pushed them away, similar to how he had pulled them into existence in the first place. Push-pull, like a physical tugging to coax his powers into cooperation. This time, he tried to do the same thing with the flames, pulling on them mentally and bidding them to diminish.

And... nothing.

Bastille glared at them a little harder, gritting his teeth in annoyance, but after a few more moments they were no less willing to obey him. Instead, they simply lapped at the air idly, and Bast shot a glance towards Roy. He looked morose as he muttered under his breath, "Well, usually they listen when I bring them on purpose."