☼ four ☼ - and on the first day, I'll dress this city in flames

[punkblaze]

[Everything just seems to be going right to hell lately on the Plane, and Eithan is taking issue with this. He's frustrated. Stuck. Not at all sure what to do with himself. ... In all honesty, he wants a cigarette. But, he's been trying to stop giving into that habit whenever life gets too stressful, so no smoking for him. Thank Goddess he happened

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[holmes_fanatic]

[Conan's sure that someone on the Plane is tied to the murders, but knowing that and acting on it are two different things. He's walking the Plane, pondering their options when the sudden explosion of the bar puts an end to those thoughts. Dashing towards the smoking building, Conan opens the door, using a handkerchief to shield his hand -- but the knobs not hot? If it's not a fire -- what is this?]

Is there anyone inside?

((ooc: would like to avoid Conan getting badly hurt, thank you!))

[punkblaze]

[He stops laughing long enough to answer, though he's still grinning, and those fangs seem even more pronounced than usual.]

Eh, I don't know. You goin' in? Seriously?

((OoC: But of course. No problem at all. ♥!))

[holmes_fanatic]

[Conan turns to look at the speaker. He's new to Conan, and something about his reaction --

Conan's starting to see a trend here.]

Did you see anyone go inside before this happened?

[punkblaze]

Haven't seen anyone but you around here yet, but I didn't exactly go lookin' inside beforehand. [He shrugs a shoulder.]

[holmes_fanatic]

[Turning back to the open door, Conan scans the inside of the bar. The smoke is thick and it's impossible to tell if there's anyone in there or not -- he calls again but when there's no response, decides there's nothing he can safely do until the smoke clears enough to see.

With that in mind, Conan fans the door back and forth, hoping to aid the smoke's dissipation.]

What happened anyway?

[punkblaze]

Just a little of this.

[He holds out a hand, palm upward, and mutters a spell under his breath. A large ball of fire springs to life, hovering in the air and swirling inward on itself. Within seconds, it explodes with a godawful "CRACK!" Eithan snickers, fanning some of the smoke away.]

[holmes_fanatic]

[Illusion? No -- I felt that.]

You -- did that? But why?

[punkblaze]

Why not? [He pauses.] Guess I could have waited to see if anyone was goin' in? Might have been more interesting, anyway. More purposeful.

[holmes_fanatic]

If there's no purpose, why do it at all?

[punkblaze]

'Cause I'm kinda pissed off right now. Call it stress relief. [Smirk!] And if that's not a good enough reason, then how about why not?

[holmes_fanatic]

[Ha ... he's acting like one of my first grade classmates who has just found out they have to help clean the classroom. Still -- at least he's doing this here and not a crowded world.]

Stress relief? You were worried about something?

[punkblaze]

[He takes a deep, exaggerated breath, runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head.]

Nah. I'm feelin' better now. Honestly, I think I should keep this up. Fuck worryin'. I'll just do what I'm meant to be doin'.

[holmes_fanatic]

[Conan looked back to the broken windows, smoke still curling off them.]

This is what you're supposed to be doing?

[punkblaze]

[He nods at the smoking building.] It's not Order territory. So it's either against us, or just useless. And therefore, it needs to burn.

[holmes_fanatic]

What's the Order?

[punkblaze]

The real power behind Meridia. Everything's ours, some places just might not know it yet. They'll figure it out soon enough.