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[bright_burning]

The longer she stays in India, the longer she sleeps in Jack's apartment and decorates the walls and windows, the more Fire feels she's taking from him. And while ordinarily she wouldn't care, this is Jack she's talking about and...well...Jack.

So she's in the bar, sprawled over an armchair and whistling to herself, lighter in hand. Vaguely bored,

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[demlshn_boy_sir]

Sniff. Sniff, sniff. Demolitions experts know fire. Like, REALLY know it. The smell, the taste, the feel... you get it. It's why they're demolitions--for the fire.

At least, that's why Kell is. And at this moment, there's a Kell, toting a stuffed Ewok, following his nose... right to the table. "Hi."

Pause.

"Um... you, uh, smell kinda.. smokish. I mean, not like cigarette smoke or sulfur or.. just. Y'know," he stammers.

And here I thought Bar was on fire or someone was letting loose explosions without inviting me to watch. Brilliant, Kell.

[bright_burning]

Fire glances up from her attempts to drill a hole through the rafter using only the power of her mind, and grins at him.

"Yeah. Funny how well buildings seem to burn when it's dry out, y'know?"

[demlshn_boy_sir]

"Um, yeah, no kidding." He blinks. "Play much with fire, do you?"

[bright_burning]

"Oh, sure. All the time."

She holds out a hand, still smirking. "I'm Sera."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

He takes it and shakes it, a grin splitting his face. "Kell Tainer. I work a ton with demolitions back home, but never managed to acheive the effect of smelling wholly of fire just through my sheer existence."

[bright_burning]

She laughs, "It takes talent."

Eying the Ewok, "So, should I ask, or does it just help you feel manly?"

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Kell? Is oblivious.

So he takes a seat, sets Kettch down without so much as a thought, and shrugs. Cuz, come on! Talent with fire usually means BIG explosions. "Nah, just had a talent for demo and fireworks in my teenage years--learned it as a mechanic. Joined up with a commando unit as part of a rebellion, and honed it to a fine skill, and now I blow up things for a living."

Despite his attempts to keep a school his features back to a straight face, the grin sneas back onto his face at the last portion.

[bright_burning]

Fire looks surprised and, it must be said, a little jealous. "You get paid for it? Lucky you."

She smirks at him. "So spill. Why the teddy bear?"

[demlshn_boy_sir]

The grin goes Houdini: it's nowhere to be found. In its place is a pained expression. "Oh. You meant him." He directs the expression to the Ewok. "This is Kettch. He's a toy Ewok belonging to one of my less mature superior officers back home--and it seems to have found its way in here." He rubs his forehead, shaking his head mournfully before continuing. "I've gotta find someone who'll help me find a way to keep this kriffin thing away from Janson."

[bright_burning]

She snickers.

"I'd offer to help, but...yeah. I don't think so."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

He looks carefully at Sera. "Why, you know him? Or are you just a victim of one of his little jokes?"

[bright_burning]

She shakes her head, indicates the stuffed toy.

"I will not be caught dead carrying that thing around."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

He rolls his eyes and shrugs. "Listen, honestly, I'd rather be caught carrying this thing around than have it suddenly show up in a place I never wanted to know Janson could get into. Y'know, like my 'fresher, or my cockpit, or something."

Pause.

"I was considering finding some way to make it burn up the next time he touched it."

[bright_burning]

...oooh.

Her eyes gleam.

"I could probably do that."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

"Nope, you wouldn't be caught dead with Kettch, so I'll have to figure it out myself. 'Sides, not looking to hurt anyone other than Wes with this thing, and maybe rigging it up that way might be a bad plan, y'know?" He takes the Ewok and sets it down on the seat next to him, safely out of Sera's reach.

[bright_burning]

"But..."

She pouts. "I like burning things."