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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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[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".

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[Oh wonderful. He's starting to come around. Decision made, Kevas heaves the half-conscious teen over his shoulder, ignoring the pain in his leg and arm, and heads for the stairs. Hopefully he'll stay dazed till they get there.

If not, well Kevas can always just drop him back on his head.]

[capn_firehazard]

[Warren grunts in surprise as he's lifted into the air. He's not entirely sure what's going on, but he doesn't trust it to be good. It's not until he's balanced across Kevas' shoulders that he has the mind to struggle. Oooh man being upside down is not doing wonders for his throbbing head.

But, by now his nose is slowly but surely mending.

Warren shifts his upper body and hips, trying to convince the thing carrying him he's more trouble than he's worth. It's definitely a thing carrying him--those aren't a human's feet. Hot hands push against the troll's back.]

He--

Hey. Pu--Put me down.

[pimp_hat]

[Kevas holds back a growl. Don't get angry. He's just confused and you just get done pummeling him in the face. That doesn't keep Kevas from giving him a good shake though.]

Be takin' ja to da clinic so calm joorself.

[This guy should be grateful Kevas is helping him at all. His arm and leg look like a smoked ham because of him. Of course, he is planning on just leaving the kid with that...thing of a doctor but he doesn't need to know that.]

[capn_firehazard]

[Whoa, wait, is this the same thing he was fighting...uhm

A second ago?

Man, he hasn't been knocked for a loop in a long time.]

I don't--

You don't need to carry me, thanks.

[He doesn't sound very grateful, but at least he's not flailing anymore.]

[pimp_hat]

[Hey if this guy wants to be a thankless jackass then fine. Kevas was only helping because he didn't want anyone bitching at him about knocking some teenager out and leaving him. That and he might feel a little guilty over wanting to kill the kid.]

Oh, well if joo insist.

[And Kevas unceremoniously dumps the kid onto the landing of the stairwell.]

[capn_firehazard]

[And Warren lands with a grunt, his hip none too happy about the impact. He grits his teeth and, pushing himself up to a sitting position, looks up at his new troll buddy. A sarcastic retort dies on his lips as he notices the fresh burns. Theeey don't look too good. Warren, on the other hand, may be a little bloodied, but that would-be broken nose is looking just fine.

So starts the first stage of a vicious, fiery cycle. Warren feels very bad about hurting this obviously intelligent monster thing. He feels guilty about not being able to control his powers. Soon, this will start pissing him off. He should be able to control this--why can't he? Eventually the anger leads to more fire and off he'll go to find someone else to feel guilty about hurting.

Oh the fun.]

[pimp_hat]

[Looks like that face of his is fixing itself. This kid must be more than a mage. Something like Haine. One of this quick healing types. Maybe he's got troll blood, but judging by the way he's dressed he's probably not from Azeroth.]

Well, joor face be lookin' bettah now. Not like tenduhrized meat.

[Why's he giving him that guilty look for? Oh right, the burns. It's all coming back to him now. Along with the pain. He really needs to drink before this day is over.]

Don't worry 'bout it mon. Ain't be da first time someone set me on fiah. It'll heal.

[capn_firehazard]

[Burns heal, but the scars are nasty. Warren shrugs.]

Dunno why I was so...

'm sorry.

[He pushes himself to his feet and moves to head down the stairs, away from the troll. Already, angry thoughts start popping up in the back of his mind. Better get away as in all likelihood, he won't be able to bat them away. Hadn't been able to since the day before yesterday.]

[pimp_hat]

Be happenin' to all of as mon.

[Then again not everyone bursts into flames when they have a temper tantrum.

Kevas doesn't stop him as he walks past. If he wants to wallow in self-pity then Kevas isn't about to stop him. He's not in the mood to deal with that and he doesn't know this kid well enough to try and help him. Of course, Kevas can leave him with one nugget of wisdom before he heads back to his room to wrap himself in bandages.]

Just so joo know mon, da liquah be on deck 8.

[capn_firehazard]

[The comment caught Warren off guard. He pauses, now several steps down, turns, and shoots the Troll a look of 'you have got to be shitting me'.

Like the kid who can light on fire really needs to know where the liquor cabinet is.]

Thank you.

[Shaking his head, he continues on.

A sign of good faith, maybe? On the Troll's part, that is. Warren didn't really plan to hit him up after his crazy PMS streak ended, but...he'd remember the voice.]