05-14-2018, 01:05 PM
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Bastille nodded to Luna in greeting, and forced himself not to read too much into Margy's comment. He was pretty sure she wasn't holding it against him, at least not that much, but he couldn't help the brief flare of guilt. Even if he did try to apologize to her eventually, he was pretty sure she was always going to remember. He was, at least. There was no forgetting the downright betrayed look in her eyes.
He shook it off with a smirk of amusement, instead focusing on rolling his eyes at Roy. "Yeah, yeah, we get it -- Bastille sets everything on fire, blah blah. Starry wants to make sure I don't burn the Observatory to the ground, so let's get moving." Evidently he'd decided to he was finished waiting for people to walk with them, and set off; the rest could catch up and join them at the Starpool, for all he cared.
Once there, he took a moment to figure out how the hell he was going to actually perform this fire safety lesson. Fuck if he knew how to put his own fires out by will; he supposed that was what the water was for, or possibly the sand at their paws. Eh. He'd let them come up with the ideas -- Socratic methods, and shit. Sounded perfect.
With that settled, Bastille let a burst of flames spring up in the grass a few paces from his paws. It was small and relatively tame -- thankfully his powers had listened somewhat, evidently not spreading too far for the time being. Maybe. "Alright. There's our fire. What's the best method of survival?" A pause, and a pointed look at Margy. [b]"I'm just going to rule out running at the fire from the get go, because we don't need lung poisoning."
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]