Chpt 12: The fall of street cred!

Basalin watched as Silvers played with her opponent on the arena, nodding and shaking his head at a few moments. The girl had unlocked her semblance a month ago at the start of the new year. Quicksilver it was called, and it transformed her entire body into a liquid with a metallic sheen. With a short training period the girl was able to out perform Basalin in many of his feats of flexibility, and while she lacked the experience and foundation to perform his level of sheer body fuckery in a fight, she'd surpass him with time.

His eye dashed over to the screen holding Aura values, and frowned at her fifty percent value. It'd taken weeks for her to use her semblance without going down into the red, and had just recently passed the fifty percent mark. Thankfully, the semblance didn't require upkeep to have on, although it did require aura when she wanted to change her humanoid form.

Basalin watched the girl with some form of pride as he saw his training peak through with her own connections and thoughts played out. He'd never regretted taking the Combat perk boon, and the only one he did regret taking would be Magic, as despite his slowly growing reserves, it'd be decades before he was doing anything real and substantial.

Class ended as Silvers planted her mace, a long silver stick that slowly flared out into twelve different slight flanges, before collapsing into a crown of blades and a 'bowl' on the top. A simple weapon without any mechashift, although one that did have versatile dust capabilities.

With her semblance, Silvers was immune to lightning or electricity Dust, and abused that fact by having Basalin make her weapon an overclocked cattleprod/stun baton. Not needing to worry about safety, her mace was now a prod that'd fry most Grimm. This also made her learn how to Dust Cast, or more specifically lightning dust casting. The sheer glee and almost perverse pleasure on her face when she turned a test dummy into a smoldering wreck was... concerning as it was hot.

Roman was still having trouble with finding his own semblance, sadly.

Basalin got his things and waited for Silvers to finish up in the locker room. Hearing the distant rumble of water on the floor made him frown a bit, but Basalin was anything but inpatient.

Ten minutes later, Basalin was playing Solitaire on his scroll when Silvers walked out of the locker room applying mascara with a hand mirror. He started walking and she joined his stride.

A minute in their walk to his room, Silvers asked him a question. "Uh, Bas?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't have your semblance yet either, right?" She questioned him with a slight hint of playful mockery.

He scoffed and cuffed the girl on the back of the head. "I have my semblance, damn brat." He grumbled. His response made her snap to attention as she 'nursed' her head wound.

"What! Why didn't you say anything?" She bounced in front of him, blocking his path.

"I had it before I came to Signal. It never really came up." He shrugged, causing her to pout.

"Well...what is it?" She asked and he scoffed again.

"Much wow, never saw that question." He mocked making her pout harder and punch him in the gut. "Ass." She muttered shaking her hand as he'd used his aura to block the blow.

"I call it Kill Streak." He said, blowing a strand of grey and black hair out of his face. "I used to call it Bloodlust, but decided on Kill Streak as Bloodlusted Kill Streak was too long."

Her eyes went wide at the name and she vibrated. "Tell me, tell me, tell me." He sighed.

"When I kill something, Grimm, Animal, Human, Faunas, or otherwise I get a 'kill', I have fifteen minutes to get another and my streak starts. During my streak, the more kills I get the more powerful I am. I hit harder, I think faster, I move quicker, the works. While active I slowly bleed aura, but if I kill animals or those with souls, I gain a fraction of their total reserves." He narrated with a bored tone, completely oblivious to Silvers awed expression.

"That... is so cool!" She hugged him, making him stumble.

"Yeah, yeah. Its all edgy and shit, now get off me you limpet." He grumbled.

"Aw, what's got into you today?" She asked as he wasn't this grumpy usually.

"Its, ugh, its my weapons." He admitted, making her furrow her brow.

"Your weapons?" She repeated with a tilt of the head, making her long dresses to fall off her right shoulder.

He snorted, "Yeah, I have a dozen ideas, half as many prototypes, yet I can't decided on a weapon. Stilettos are too short ranged, throwing knives get expensive, I'm ass with chain weapons, my estoc doesn't have the killing prowess of my Stilettos or my Khopesh, my Claymore is bland and boring, and my scimitars come out ugly and half-assed." He ranted, causing her to chuckle.

He snapped over to her, about to get angry, before swallowing the irrational feeling and cursing at nothing. She was too cute to get mad at.

"You make it sound like you want to be everything." She queried with a tilt of the head.

"Well, I like being versatile, okay?" He showed a rare expression of vulnerability and rubbed the back of his head.

"Yeah, lots of people get it, its just that the problem you face right now is being faced by a dozen other kids. They want to be Mr.Badass Supreme who can kill Nevermores and Deathstalkers by the dozen with nothing but a dagger and a pistol. The thing is, Hunters function in teams." She shrugged.

Basalin's mouth slowly lowered as he, him, Basalin, the guy who reincarnated, was getting lectured by a girl half his real age. What made it worse, was that she was one hundred fucking percent right!

Bas put his face into his hands as he felt his rational self kick him right in the 'Shame' and 'Embarrassment' part of the brain. A honest to god blush came over his face, and he looked away from his friend.

Silvers meanwhile stared at Basalin with a gobsmacked expression. Her eyes must be tricking her! Basalin Chrome, the badass extraordinaire, coolest huntsman in centuries, seductive snake-man he was, was blushing!

A melodic laugh left her chest before she let out an honest to Oum belly laugh, tears leaking out of her eyes as she looked up to see him facing away from her, ears burning a brilliant red. At that she laughed even harder, this caused him to start to walk away, fleeing from the source of his embarrassment. Sadly, said source was fumbling with her scroll and chasing right after.

The sounds of mocking laughter from Silvers, despair and disbelief from Roman, and the shameful grunts and groans of Basalin sounded out in the halls of Signal.