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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."

[didntseeit]

It's an interesting smell, and one that makes Ajedrez do a double take.

[bright_burning]

Really, she should know.

Fire glances up, and smiles. Bright, bright smile, and she moves to sit upright.

"Beatriz."

[didntseeit]

"Sera."

[bright_burning]

"You're settling in, then?"