oo2. all of the lights.

[hotfrombehind]

[ 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

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[Action; just about everywhere]

[flowers_suck]

[Olivier is on her way home from work when she spots him, and watches from a safe distance, observing the drones' lack of reaction to having their clothes set afire. She represses a shudder at the thought that they might have been more than drones at one point, or still could become more than drones. After watching for few more minutes, she decides to call out to him.]

You there, with the flamethrower!

[She's standing back, hoping her call doesn't cause him to turn the flames on her.]

[hotfrombehind]

[He grins as another drone makes its merry way down the street, its back all up in flames. The call catches his attention, though, and he turns around, still grinning. The flamethrower is lowered for the moment; no use in wasting fuel on a fellow prisoner.]

Yeah? What's up?

[flowers_suck]

[Her eyes linger for a moment on the last flaming drone walking away, then she turns her full attention to the man holding the flamethrower.]

Do you plan on actually putting that thing to a good use, or not?

[Because really, lighting drones on fire might be good for stress relief, but that wouldn't turn out any results.]

[hotfrombehind]

What do you mean, "good use"? You want me to burn the Smith house or something? Coulda done that without the flamethrower, but either way, wouldn't've done anything.

[flowers_suck]

[The Smith name is familiar to her, and she's sure it's in her notes somewhere, but they haven't been an issue for her...yet.]

I was thinking more along the lines of the dairy, or even city hall. And, while it probably could be done without a flamethrower, it wouldn't hurt to have the assistance of one.

[hotfrombehind]

You new here? Going near those places is fucking impossible, and even if I could get near those places, I'd get fucked over in so many ways. Probably. Well, it's what I've heard, anyway.

[flowers_suck]

Sort of. [She doesn't like admitting that she can't remember being here before (ooc: and new mun = not remembering, ever), but there is far too much proof in the form of old allies for her to ignore that she was.]

Eventually, I need to learn about this town's defenses, and I see no better way than to attack something of importance. [She won't admit to her weariness of going into battle blindly.]

[hotfrombehind]

Ask around, I bet there're idiots who've tried something like that already. But I'm not trying it, no way. Getting droned is the creepiest shit ever.

[flowers_suck]

[She isn't used to being turned down, but she supposes she has to expect a good number of citizens would need more than gentle nudging to rise up against Mayfield.]

If you ever decide you want to give it a try, you can find me at the flower shop.

[hotfrombehind]

Yeah, alright. Maybe if you can find better results than those other fuckers. Who'll I be looking for? Didn't catch a name.

[flowers_suck]

Olivier Armstrong.

[hotfrombehind]

Alright, then. I'll see you around.