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Luckily for Beck, the grimy little asshole didn't seem to be headed for Ascendants territory. Bastille had no idea where the fuck the gremlin was going, but he followed behind idly, frosty stare locked on the distant leader as he seemed to wonder aimlessly. Just the sight of him, going about life casually as if he hadn't brutalized Luna, was starting to piss the corporal off very, very quickly. The cracks shooting out from under his paws seemed to be spreading faster, but luckily, the rest of his powers did not seem to be activating in response to his fury. No, in fact, other than the slight slip... he felt very much in control, the intent focus of his anger silencing everything else. There was nothing but his gaze tracking Beck and the steady assurance that he was going to make his life fucking hell.

When the vermin seemed to settle at a pond, Bastille felt a relief that he wasn't anticipating -- gods, he was so sick of waiting, and it was almost annoying to see that holding off had yielded him with absolutely nothing useful. All there was out here were some fucking fish, and he could have had Beck ensnared ages ago. At the very least, there was unlikely to be anyone else out here, but fuck.

As he stalked towards the ghost, it became hard to miss the slow crawl of cracks across the ground. It didn't matter, though -- Bastille was already within range and focused, his invisibility flickering off as he slammed against Becky's mind, systematically tearing through the leader's mental defenses and targeting the system connected with fear and movement; ultimately his goal was to paralyze Beck psychologically, keeping the asshole still long enough for him to seek out what he was really after. It took time to sort through memories to find something useful, after all, and Bast wanted to make sure he was thorough.

"Hi, Beck," he said lowly, his ice blue eyes frigid as he smiled dangerously. There was a vicious tension about the corporal, and he took another step closer as he started to shuffle around idly through memories, well practiced in the habit of seeking out those that seemed to throb with negative energy. "Do me a favor and sit tight, yeah?"