Nov 10, 2011 20:20
Courtney's head has been foggy lately. She's been having a hard time remembering anything clearly from the past few months up until a couple of weeks ago; when she tries to think about it, the thoughts slide away. She can't tell which ones are real. They all contradict each other.
She does not like existential crises. She does not like uncertainty, and she's been dealing with that far too much lately. It's frustrating, and when Courtney's frustrated, she gets destructive.
There's a bucket of gasoline at her side, breathing cloying fumes into the air. Lined up beside that, in order: a smaller bucket of rust-colored thermite powder. Coils of magnesium tape. A waist-high stack of torches and kindling. White-phosphorus Molotov cocktails.
She dips one of the torches into the gasoline, breathing deeply. Ninetales' fire is beautiful, but there's just something about starting a fire with your own hands, isn't there? This is calming. This is where she belongs.
She's not sure if she's talking to Ninetales or herself when she whispers, "This'll be one hell of a show."
[OOC: This is a continuity-fluid post. Different characters will remember the events here differently; some of them may not be affected by it at all after experiencing it. Its effect on Awesome Island at large...well, that's up to everyone here, I suppose.]
bow to team magma,
event: one-shot,
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