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[discoinfernorz]

[if you happen to be wandering near 1446 Mitchell Road, you will notice a thick, acrid plume of smoke rising from the backyard. perhaps someone is barbecuing a little too vigorously. ...or burning bodies.

the back gate is wide open, the fence is easy to peer over. do you investigate?]

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[spiritsmoking]

[not far from the fire, up high in one of the trees the backyard is home to, Kanna is seated on a sturdy looking limb, a cigarettes smoking between her lips. she finally has her normal clothing back, her cancer sticks, and almost (almost) looks somewhat content for once. as content as one could be in Mayfield, and given the fact that she's Kanna, of course.]

[discoinfernorz]

[and right next to the fire (too close for most normal people to be comfortable) is a fiendish pyro! cooking up some food because, hey, even they weren't made of steel in Mayfield. he turns a fish over the open flame, not bothering to look towards Angry German Woman.]

Are you hungry?

[spiritsmoking]

[said Angry German Woman shifts her gaze, gives the area a quick one over before looking down at her leader. there's a moment of silence as she reaches up, plucks the cigarette from her mouth and exhales slowly, more acrid smoke filling the air.]

...yeah.

[discoinfernorz]

[wordlessly he hands a delicious fish-on-a-stick over, scooting to the side to make room if she decided to sit. it's pretty obvious that he's also in a good mood. despite the generic mayfield atmosphere of failure, he has a fraction of his power back, and even that's better than nothing.]

[fourfoldroots]

[Persephone bites. This could be the work of the powers that be again -- they could have taken to burning down houses next, who knows. The goddess wouldn't put it past them, but is surprised to see who the source of smoke is coming from.]

Hao? That is you?

[discoinfernorz]

[aaand he looks up from the ridiculously large bonfire, looking to be in quite a good mood.]

Ah, it's the little goddess.

[he reaches towards the fire, fingers skirting the flames to remove another charcoal-y fish-on-a-stick. mmm burnt protein.]

Hungry?

[fourfoldroots]

[It's probably not all that surprising that Persephone turns the offer of food down. There's something about Hao that makes her too proud to accept his help.]

I have already eaten. I had just stopped by to make sure that nothing was aflame.

[discoinfernorz]

Nothing that's important.

[the shaman smiles and shrugs in a 'suit yourself' fashion before brushing some still-red charcoal to the side to keep the remaining fish from burning.]

It's unfortunate that the yard isn't bigger yet, this fire is too small.

[...this being said despite the fact that it takes up a good portion of the backyard already.]

[odetosymmetry]

[Happily gliding over Mayfield on his magical, nifty skateboard of awesome is Death the Kid. He'd celebrated his ability to summon it again by doing a few tricks, 360 degree spins... 3600 degree spins... Ahh, it was good to take his rabid to the skies again.]

What the-

[He'd spotted the smoke. It looked like it was coming from 1446's backyard. So, with a violent burst of speed, that would have had most people plummeting to their death in seconds, he's headed back. In no time at all, he's hovering over the backyard and spots... Hao...]

[discoinfernorz]

[yep. in the few minutes you were away, Hao managed to destroy a fairly large chunk of previously lush grass to make way for his surrogate campsite and bigass bonfire thing. and he is now smiling up at you merrily like there is nothing at all wrong with that. ...and like it was totally normal for stripey OCD fiends to be hovering on skateboards.]

You're late.

[disregarding the fact that he hadn't really extended an invitation in the first place...]

[odetosymmetry]

[He dares to hover down a little. More within earshot anyway.]

Late to what exactly? Your general destruction of the grass?

[odetosymmetry]

...The fire should have been made in the center.

[kol_shevik]

[May or may not have been attempting to be utterly covert about trying to peer over the fence for several hours prior, before just giving into his natural bad-naighborness and leaning over the fence to comment.]

Is a little too early for Scorched Earth policy, comrade!

[discoinfernorz]

[have a grin, sneaky fence ninja.]

My, you're making it sound like a war zone. It's just a simple campfire.

[a simple campfire that's nearly devoured half the backyard, but hey, that's totally beside the point!]

[kol_shevik]

Is starving us not as a good as act of War? Is more than enough for Russia.

[Eying that fire, but long as it stays away from what looks to be freshly gardened earth in the yard of 1444...]

[discoinfernorz]

I'd hardly call a week without processed food starvation.

[he shrugs nonchalantly, poking at the fire that might have just grown a tiiiny bit bigger in an absent-minded manner.]

But I do grow weary of the current... leadership here.