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[a_bit_heartless]

[In the very early morning, as today's slow rain is beginning to really work itself into a downpour, a single point of flame appears in the forest. And immediately darts under the nearest tree branch. The journal catches one phrase, before a long teardrop of flame goes hurlting towards the village.]

Ooh, and it would be raining.

[That bitterly

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[ahappylie]

[Rain sucks. It means he can't go out and play. Instead, Souji ends up wandering around the new house, tidying things up. Normally, he wouldn't go into the kitchen because it's Ayumu's territory, but...well. He's bored.

Which is why he looks curiously at the flame left on in there.]

....? I thought we put that out.

[a_bit_heartless]

[that low, sunken flame rises juuuust enough to narrow two eyes at you, sir.]

You had.

1/2

[ahappylie]

[holy crap did the fire just talk to him? IT JUST TALKED TO HIM--]

2/2

[ahappylie]

[And now it's staring at him. Curious, Okita moves forward and hunches down near the fire, peering back.]

....ah, hello?

[Action]

[there_were_none]

[Flandre was totally taking a nap on that couch. Facing the hearth.

The demon's sudden arrival does wake her up, though!

...a little bit.

There is a sleepy vampire looking back at you, Calcifer.]

[Action]

[a_bit_heartless]

[and this fire will blink, just as sleepily, right back.

A shape --which is distinctly a mouth-- yawns at her.]

...that's an interesting sort of magic, you've got there.

[Action]

[there_were_none]

[Even if she wasn't half asleep, Flandre wouldn't really have found this very strange. After all, she happily talked to herself, brick walls and books. A talking fire was not out of the question!]

What do you--[yawn]--mean?

[Action]

[a_bit_heartless]

I mean it's interesting. [he sends up a few sparks, to emphasize] Never felt anything quite like it.

[voice]

[outwalks]

Ah. . . the shops ought to carry umbrellas, if you haven't got one.

[voice]

[a_bit_heartless]

Ahhh, yes. [the voice crackles over the journal, which at this point has been summoned to the demon. Apparently it's important.

A hovering teardrop of flame flickers into view]

An umbrella. Just the thing I need. [....he's still a little irritable]

[voice] - 1/2

[outwalks]

[ Is that a fire. . .

. . . why is it talking. . . ]

[voice]

[outwalks]

I. . . suppose not. Ah-have you got anywhere to take shelter?

[action]

[ofheavensseat]

. . .

When did that fire get there?

[action]

[a_bit_heartless]

About half an hour ago.

[said fire spurts up and blinks, grumpily] Pleasure to meet you.

[ofheavensseat]

How long are you planning on staying here?

[a_bit_heartless]

[the fire is also narrowing its eyes with GREAT curiosity. What are you, exactly, sir?]

Am I in your way?

It's raining rather hard outside...

[wanderer_jack]

[Jack stares wide-eyed at where his fire pit was situated in the camp. It was odd, he had not set up a fire for that night though the wood was in place and smoke was rising from the circle of rocks. Perhaps he had a visitor?] Um, hello? Is there someone here?

[a_bit_heartless]

Beg your pardon.

[the fire sits up-- if you can imagine such a thing, and blinks at the man.] Just resting, at bit. [the round eyes narrow, cannily-- and he crackles-] Where is here, exactly?

[wanderer_jack]

[A talking flame?! Jack's eyes grow wide and his mouth is agape for a moment before shaking his head clear. Talking or not, it is now a guest...] This is my camp, near the seventh community housing area. My name is Jack, little fire, and you are welcome to rest here until you are ready.
[Jack gives a courteous bow to the talking flame before rising back up, eyes still showing his confusion.] Um...is there anything I can get you?

[a_bit_heartless]

[The fire flickers with satisfaction. He'll forgive "little" for the politeness, he supposes, and his voice is considerably less irritable] Another few logs would be very nice, actually.

...is this your home country, Jack?