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[capn_firehazard]

[Oh noes! Warren Peace is loose!

No longer satisfied with secluding himself to his own room, he's wandering the halls of the Elegante, arms on fire, burning down everything he touches. He's scorching the walls, destroying the decorations, and just generally leaving destruction and fire in his wake. Ever so often, he'll let out an angry roar, usually

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[shipshapeshipco]

[And strolling happily along comes Samuel, twirling his cane and nodding his head at each empty doorway, in case an invisible passenger is waving at him. All of a sudden he realizes something distressing: this hallway is slightly drier than usual. He smiles up at the man-on-fire.]

I suppose it's lotion season already, is it not? My elbows are bedraggled!

[capn_firehazard]

[Warren looks up at the unfamiliar voice. Another passenger, huh? Taking his frustrations out on inanimate objects is losing it's charm fast. His first thought is to see how well this guy burns--

--no. It's another human being, he shouldn't be considering it!

Teeth grit in concentration, he forces his focus elsewhere and starts past Samuel.]

[shipshapeshipco]

What an odd gentleman.

[Samuel watches the fire-bug with amusement. As the walls burn brighter, he can't help but wonder one thing- one important question that won't leave him alone.]

When did that hairstyle seem a good idea? Poor unstylish chap, someone should intervene!

[capn_firehazard]

[Herk--

Warren stops mid-step and looks back over his shoulder at the stranger.

Overreaction go~!]

[pimp_hat]

[Alright, so sex hasn't helped him take the edge off in the least. If anything it just made it worse. So there's only one logical option left to him: drink, and drink a lot. That works for everything else so it's gotta work for this...right?

But there's a problem with his plan at the moment, and that problem is this walking fire hazard in the middle of the hallway.]

Joo know da phrase "cool off" be comin' to mind right 'bout now. Dat and "nevah play wid matches".

[capn_firehazard]

[Oh, so you think this is funny, ugly talking beasty?

You think he can control this? Just cool down whenever he wants? That'd certainly be convenient. Warren would certainly love for that to be the case but its not.

The teenager lets out an angry shout, then hurls a fireball in the Troll's direction.]

[pimp_hat]

[Well he did until the kid decided to throw fireballs his way. Kevas ducks to the side, letting the fireball harmlessly pass by him.]

Alright mon, joo might wanna t'ink long and hard before joo do dat again because I be in no good mood and I got no problem introducin' joor face to da floor.

[Kevas doesn't look the least bit upset or afraid at the moment. In fact, he's smiling rather amiably, but there's a deadly edge to his voice that few on this boat get to hear.]

[capn_firehazard]

[Warren doesn't respond very well to threats.

In fact, he'd love to see the monster try and get near him.

He raises both arms over his head and concentrates. The flames climb higher and run together to form a large mass of fire above him. Once it's licking at the ceiling, Warren sweeps his arms down and propels the enormous ball of flame at Kevas.

Good luck dodging something that almost takes up the entire hallway.]