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Bastille grinned slowly as Beck went limp, intrigued to see just how effective targeting his mind was -- it would seem that ghosts couldn't withstand or resist quite as well, without an actual body to try and control; interesting, that. He would file that away for the next time Beck pissed him the fuck off (which, honestly? would probably be sooner than excepted). It was a little disappointing that the jackass seemed incapable of responding to him, because he would have loved to hear whatever pathetic insults Beck had prepared before he shut him up. More interesting, at least. As it was, Bastille was practically talking to himself as he stalked closer, frosty gaze shifting over the ghost briefly as he shifted through the memories that were arising.
His eyes narrowed slightly as a more prominent one pulled to the surface, and after a brief preview Bast had the general idea -- back-stabbing, betrayal, strangling, drowning. He pulled harder on the memory, trying to draw from it what about it really hit home the most with Beck, and decided that the drowning was probably the most traumatic (the cause of his death?) but the betrayal was important, too. He sifted about through other memories, targeting similar instances, and drew up lingering thoughts of abandonment. Smirking slightly, the bengal briefly released Beck's memories, leaving him paralyzed instead.
"You're going to regret ever even looking at Luna, jackass," he said quietly, before making a brief plan of the scene he wanted: friends -- Tanglewood? -- betraying Becky, drowning him and leaving him to die as they abandoned him. He figured that would target all three of the weakest points he found in the leader's memories, anyway.
And then he pushed -- [u]shoving hard with another thread of telepathy, this time bypassing Beck's memories and fabricating his own image, his own personal version of Hell. He worked from his brief interactions with Tanglewood, developing images of those members he had met before and pulling in fragments of Beck's memories of them to round out what Bast didn't know. It took a few minutes to set the scene, but attention to detail was important -- he might have a firm grasp on Beck's mind, but he needed things to still be realistic in order for the terror to really set in. He coaxed Beck's thoughts into believing it was real, into seeing his Clanmates surrounding him, jeering and insulting him just as that group in his memories did. "We don't need you anyway, kid," one member -- Belladonna? -- leered, and the others were quick to chime in as the circle drew tighter around Beck.
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]