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[ action ; 1490 Kramden Road ]
[Guess who just got a package? Pyro eyes it warily; who the fuck gives people such huge boxes anymore? Shrugging it off, he drags the thing inside to the living room to examine it further.
It's a big brown box with his name - his full name, much to his disdain - on the top. It's longer than it is wide, and it's pretty ( Read more... )
[Guess who just got a package? Pyro eyes it warily; who the fuck gives people such huge boxes anymore? Shrugging it off, he drags the thing inside to the living room to examine it further.
It's a big brown box with his name - his full name, much to his disdain - on the top. It's longer than it is wide, and it's pretty ( Read more... )
[ But, she knows he's been down so long he needs to cut loose for a little bit. When he stops for breath, she calmly calls from the kitchen: ]
Not in the house, hon.
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[He's still really tempted to just fire the thing right then and there. But there are so many flammable objects nearby. Sigh.
He abandons the flamethrower for a second and races upstairs. Bye bye, suits.]
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[ When she hears him running back downstairs, another comment from the kitchen. ]
Think the back yard is big enough, or going to do that on the front lawn?
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[Honestly, how big is this thing supposed to be, big enough for kids to play in? Should be good enough; if anything goes wrong, well, he'll take care of it.
He pokes his head out the back door. Eh, sure, why not?]
Since I'm just gonna, y'know, test the thing out, I'm gonna start back here first. Teammates can go see it later.
[Kind of just... slings the suits over his shoulder and brings the box outside.]
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[ ...and make sure the fire extinguisher is handy, but no need to harsh Pyro's glow. ]
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[As much as he'd like to have a moving target, he can't very well throw the suits into the air and then light them.
...Or could he? Nah. He settles down for a while to kind of stuff the jackets and pants into the sleeves of a single suit, hoping to make it look like a person. He can't fit all of them into one set, so he overlaps a few coats and pants.]
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Pyro stands the thing up somehow. It's about as tall as he is, seeing as the suits are, well, his. He glares at it before stepping away to pull on the gas tank over his back.
There's a manic look in his eyes as he fires a brief puff of fire. Oh yeah. Now, how to savor the moment... He begins to circle the suit-man slowly.]
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[ Still monitoring his emotional state, and hoping he doesn't get too far out of control. ]
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There goes an arm. The fire eats at the sleeve, making its way up to a shoulder. Next is the head, made up of the leftover pants and jackets. Oh man, he should have put the ties in there too... No matter. Just gonna enjoy the sight for a while. Can't do the legs yet, the thing will topple over.]
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[ She considers setting up a tray to take out, but decides to just take out a couple of drinks. She can come back in for refills. ]
[ She's opening the door when he is able to have it squarely in his line of vision. ]
Nice control, there.
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Ah, screw it, let's just take the whole thing down. He knows he doesn't have that much fuel - there's another tank in the box, how thoughtful - so he can't be firing at it for too long.
The suit-man goes up in flames, starting from the back and quickly making its way down the legs and middle.]
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[ She waits for him to shut down and clear before offering him one of the Long Island Iced Teas. ]
I'm still thinking it might be a good idea for you to have a backup for this, though. Something made to use local fuels?
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He shakes off his foot in case it caught fire as he approaches her. With a nod of thanks, he takes the drink and gives it a hesitant sip. Has a girly look to it, but eh, no point in being picky.]
I think it can use the stuff they have here. Like, uh, the stuff they use for barbecues. Hmm. I dunno. It should eat up just about anything, though. Made it out of Engie's leftovers and an old stove, so...
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We might be able to get propane here, or at worst, kerosene. No, I was thinking of a backup, for when they take the toys away again.
[ The regards the spot in the lawn that was burned. ]
Think that'll be a big enough space for a fire-pit for you?
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He looks out in the direction she motions to.] Uh. Maybe? What'd I do with a fire-pit?
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