oo2. all of the lights.

[hotfrombehind]

[ action ; 1490 Kramden Road ]

[Guess who just got a package? Pyro eyes it warily; who the fuck gives people such huge boxes anymore? Shrugging it off, he drags the thing inside to the living room to examine it further.

It's a big brown box with his name - his full name, much to his disdain - on the top. It's longer than it is wide, and it's pretty

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[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa knows what is going on seconds after he opens the package, considering how much glee Pyro is radiating. The laugh confirms it. ]

[ But, she knows he's been down so long he needs to cut loose for a little bit. When he stops for breath, she calmly calls from the kitchen: ]

Not in the house, hon.

[hotfrombehind]

I won't, I won't, don't worry. If I want to do shit near the house, I'll at least do it outside or something.

[He's still really tempted to just fire the thing right then and there. But there are so many flammable objects nearby. Sigh.

He abandons the flamethrower for a second and races upstairs. Bye bye, suits.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Oh, how he hates those suits! ]

[ When she hears him running back downstairs, another comment from the kitchen. ]

Think the back yard is big enough, or going to do that on the front lawn?

[hotfrombehind]

Uh. Let's check the back first.

[Honestly, how big is this thing supposed to be, big enough for kids to play in? Should be good enough; if anything goes wrong, well, he'll take care of it.

He pokes his head out the back door. Eh, sure, why not?]

Since I'm just gonna, y'know, test the thing out, I'm gonna start back here first. Teammates can go see it later.

[Kind of just... slings the suits over his shoulder and brings the box outside.]

[ action ; just about everywhere ]

[lunawolves10th]

Excuse me! What the hell are you doing? [ An enormous man in armor is glaring at you. And by enormous that means the heavy looks like a shrimpy little girly man compared to him. ]

[hotfrombehind]

[Cackling under his breath until hey wait a sec where did the sun go

He looks up. The flamethrower stops and a drone runs away screaming.]

Jesus fucking Christ in heaven almighty. [Yeah, he's not gonna answer that question if you're gonna be standing there all giant like.]

[lunawolves10th]

Who is that? Is that your name? [ He steps forward, looking down at the little fellow with the flamer. }

[hotfrombehind]

Holy fuck-- Huh? Oh, god, no. I'm, uh-- call me Pyro.

[He blinks up at him.] Jesus is, uh, a god. Well, he's the son of God, but I think that's beside the point or something--

[Action; just about everywhere]

[flowers_suck]

[Olivier is on her way home from work when she spots him, and watches from a safe distance, observing the drones' lack of reaction to having their clothes set afire. She represses a shudder at the thought that they might have been more than drones at one point, or still could become more than drones. After watching for few more minutes, she decides to call out to him.]

You there, with the flamethrower!

[She's standing back, hoping her call doesn't cause him to turn the flames on her.]

[hotfrombehind]

[He grins as another drone makes its merry way down the street, its back all up in flames. The call catches his attention, though, and he turns around, still grinning. The flamethrower is lowered for the moment; no use in wasting fuel on a fellow prisoner.]

Yeah? What's up?

[flowers_suck]

[Her eyes linger for a moment on the last flaming drone walking away, then she turns her full attention to the man holding the flamethrower.]

Do you plan on actually putting that thing to a good use, or not?

[Because really, lighting drones on fire might be good for stress relief, but that wouldn't turn out any results.]

[hotfrombehind]

What do you mean, "good use"? You want me to burn the Smith house or something? Coulda done that without the flamethrower, but either way, wouldn't've done anything.

[partytoastess]

[ Nena will be behind you, giggling like an innocent 4 year old as you're behind a drone lighting them on fire. ]

[hotfrombehind]

[Several drones continue on their way, walking past him with their clothes and hair lit up. He doesn't notice the person behind him until he turns around to find a new target. Pyro makes an odd squawking noise as the flames halt.]

Jesus, I almost didn't see you there! Sorry about that.

[partytoastess]

[ This target is particularly volatile, and is armed with a gun. ]

It's okay! Burn more drones! Burn more drones! Pretty please~? For Nena?

[hotfrombehind]

Uh-- yeah, yeah, yeah sure. Easy request.

[He goes down the street towards a more populated area. There are drones buzzing by as they come home from work. He makes sure not to kill any of them, but several of them so lose their hair.]

[hotfrombehind]

Oh, shit--! [Have a compression blast aimed your way.]

...Fuck, I knew it was too good to be true. This thing didn't always have that. Bye bye, ammo... [He frowns.] Sorry, by the way. Guess I should pay more attention or something.

[hotfrombehind]

"Gags list"? [His eyebrows fly right up.] Jesus Christ, you're a fucking rabbit.

Pretty tall for a rabbit, I'd say.