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[pacifisted]

WHO: Wufei, Trowa
WHERE: Hell Towers #10-04
WHEN: Tuesday, Jan. 4/2011
WARNINGS: Violence, probable yelling, god only knows.
SUMMARY: See 05. See 05 confront monster. See 05 discover powers. Go, 05, go!
FORMAT: If it feels good, do it~

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[pacifisted]

The water spray from the extinguisher put what remained of the fire out, soaking him down to a bit below the shoulders and drenching the floor. Free from the threat of having the flames do more damage to him had he shifted down before they'd been put out, as they would not have followed suit and decreased in size, Trowa finally let himself slide down into human form. The fur covering the creature's body quickly sucked in and rebuilt itself into his clothing (with a big burned-out patch on the neck of his sweater), muscle and bone condensing and twisting back into shape much too fast for pain to register.

For the last three months, as part of his attempt to discover how it felt to be a normal teenager, Trowa had been growing out his hair a little in imitation of some of his floormates, trying to see why they liked longer styles so much. Thankfully, the extra length had absorbed some of the damage, but now he would have to cut it back to the way it had almost always been... if a little bit shorter than usual in regard to his bangs. To make matters look even worse, the majority of it was plastered firmly over his face by the water, forcing him to use reddened fingers to separate it so he could see.

The hallway smelled of burned hair, wet lion, and ash, and Trowa turned a wordless glower in Wufei's direction.

If the other young man did so much as even think about stabbing or hacking at him with that blade, after all that, Trowa would send him back to Quatre's house... by throwing him through the glass wall.

[xun_long]

Wufei's cautious advance came to an end when he met Trowa's furious eyes with his own. Shit.

"What exactly is going on here, Barton?!" He spat, using the name as if it were the worst of insults. Wufei was angry, and confused, and most of all...he wanted answers.

[pacifisted]

Trowa slowly stood up once Wufei was no longer approaching him with the intent of running him through, careful not to make any sudden movements lest the other decide it was a good idea to turn him back into a living candle.

"You attacked me," he snapped, more than a little verbal ice crowding around the obvious reply. It was somewhat easier for him than most people not to take such things as an insult as the name didn't belong to him in the first place, but still, the point remained that he had been about to enter his apartment with nothing more in mind than a good doze when Wufei had chosen to blast him out of the blue. He folded his arms, careful to mind his hands until they could stop stinging, and added, "Being brought here gives everyone unusual talents--that was mine."

Trowa rarely chose to speak in a manner that wasn't mostly calm. It was generally saved for more important incidents. Like being greeted with a faceful of flamethrower instead of the standard 'hello'.

[xun_long]

"You were a-" Wufei accused acidly, some kind of monster, twice Wufei's size, with fangs as long as his hand. He remembered the impression of a mane, and tawny fur, like a, "A lion!"

Typical 03. How damnably typical. By the way; shouting in the hallways, very classy.

"That isn't a talent! That's ridiculous!"

[pacifisted]

"It's useful."

Trowa moves with the intent to push past Wufei and get into his apartment. If 05 is determined to shout, they can argue inside, where people won't be as inclined (or able) to peek out of their doors and watch.

"And you can throw fire. So get out of the way."

[xun_long]

For a full minute he just stood there, sword still in hand, looking again like he was about to run Trowa trough, strangle him, or both. His face is an interesting portrait study in confused outrage. Since fucking when can he throw fire?!

But as strong as is his impulse to have it out right then and there, so too is his strong desire for privacy. So he backs into the apartment and stomps off into the kitchen.

Tea, motherfucker. Do you speak it?