Thirty-one Fires Set

[muffled_noises]

...He's gone for real this time. Not really gone, but that's not the Medic I know....This makes twice now.

What can you do, though? Nothing...I'm stuck here like everyone else. Just leave me alone for a few days.

*If anyone's feeling particularly adventurous, Pyro's on his porch, playing with a lighter. Nothing's being set on fire, surprisingly

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[rogue_pineapple]

[walks by, still in bloody clothes]

Could I borrow that for a moment?

[muffled_noises]

*He seems unfazed and looks up, obviously uninterested.*

No.

[dragon_empath]

[Just on a stroll through town, don't mind him. Now that looks like the man who helped him set his house on fire that last tax day.]

[Lance pauses to watch him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for the other shoe to fall. What, no fire?]

[muffled_noises]

*Just a lighter in one hand, mindlessly flicking it on and off. He looks at Lance and recognizes him, just barely.*

[dragon_empath]

[Hnh. Boring. He wanders up the driveway without permission.]

Run out of fuel?

[muffled_noises]

No...Don't feel like burning anything down right now.

Phone

[muffled_noises]

He's gone...Droned. Permanently.

[muffled_noises]

I don't know...But after what Olivier told me, he might be back home where he belongs.