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[pyropathic_ambicide]

Who: Saguaro and youuu
When: Day 37, Mooorning
Where: Common area
What: hella questin!!

[so she is a tiny girl, and minus being covered in tattoos it's easy to overlook her, but she is probably pretty good at getting your attention when she holds her hand up in the air and a flamethrower shoots out.

she keeps that up for a few seconds just so some heads are turned and then lets it die out]

Okay so! I don't know most of you guys, but in Dellen's name I am looking to help out with some shit. I am good at basically anything involving fire except cooking, and I can manage just about anything that relies on common sense or bullheadedness. I don't really care what you want help with so hit me up so I can get a fucking toilet.

Comments

[canihavesome]

I'm surprised you aren't lost like the others.

[untempered]

Shut up, Cain.

[canihavesome]

How do you manage?

[untempered]

It's not your business.

[canihavesome]

Do you wanna know why I wasn't scared of you?

I used to study priests like you.

[untempered]

[stops. and turns back, slowly.]

[canihavesome]

So I suppose you're an anomaly.

[untempered]

[walking back]

What did you do.

[canihavesome]

What do you think?

[untempered]

Say it.

[canihavesome]

I opened them up.

[untempered]

[punches him, hard enough to slam him back into the wall.]

[intellectum]

[fff, pain lacing through his head]

Noric.

[canihavesome]

[aw yis feeling no pain. Though recent experience has him bracing and imagining the pain enough for him to act and think realistically.

geez]

[untempered]

[doesn't even hear Xavier, lunging forward and smashing at Cain again.]

[intellectum]

[grabbing him and pulling him back]

Noric, that's enough.

[canihavesome]

[Raises his arms up to defend himself though if Xavier is paying attention, he'll notice the feeling of pain is no longer there. Just a reflexive sense of fear... and glee]

[untempered]

[wrenches out of Xavier's grip, breathing hard. there is a long, burning moment where he just glares at Cain...

then he turns and bolts, sprinting down the corridor and around the corner.]

[intellectum]

[goddd. Throwing a look at Cain, before heading after Noric]

[canihavesome]

[Watching them go. He's keeping his GLEE feelings muted but boy is he ever happy right now]

[untempered]

[he took off pretty fast, but so intense were his emotions that they've left an echo in the corridors. enough to know that he ran upstairs: to the still nature-filled and dangerous level 4.]

[intellectum]

[WHY]

Noric, wait!

[untempered]

[nope, and a childhood growing up in jungles means he can still keep up a mean pace, even through all the tangled undergrowth.]

[intellectum]

[well, how about leaving me in the jungle. He starts going slower, his trepidation leaking out]

[untempered]

[his footsteps recede.]