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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.

[demlshn_boy_sir]

"Oh, I sympathize. Completely. But I don't have to blow up everything I see--even if it does belong to Wes."

Pause.

"Though it sure is tempting..."

[bright_burning]

She flashes him a grin.

"You know you want to..."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

He grins back. "Yeah, I do."

He waves grandly towards her. "So you've got to tell me more about this world you're from, where you can burn whatever you like at will. What's it called?"

[bright_burning]

"Well."

She leans forward, and whispers in a conspiratorial fashion, "It's called Earth."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

He grins, and leans in as well. "Really? In all the times I've heard people talk about Earth, no one mentioned you could blow things up and burn at will."

He sighs sadly. "Nowhere I know of where you could do that in my galaxy. It's a tragic state of Explosion Affairs. Let's hear more--I'll see if I can find a place to rectify that problem."

[bright_burning]

"Oh, well..."

She looks shifty.

"'s not really encouraged, or anything. More like...not encouraged, if you will."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

!D:

"... But... but... why not? Why are there only about 4 people I know who truly understand the joy of watching things disintegrate in flame?" Kell mock-pouts.

[bright_burning]

"People are silly," she explains.

"So. Clearly, we win."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Kell bobs his head enthusiastically. "Oyah. Explains everything important, right there."

Pause. "Although... what about half-people? People who're kinda human, but not totally human, but were once upon a time?"

He's visualizing Ton here ('cause Ton, too, wins), but it seems the word 'cyborg' has staged a jailbreak from his vocabulary. It might have been an explosive one. In which case, Kell probably would approve with great glee.

[bright_burning]

She mimics the head-bob, and laughs. "It does."

...that takes some thought. She considers it, humming under her breath, then nods her head decisively.

"If they like explosions, they win."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Kell sits back and thinks. "Well... okay, I think he does. I mean, I know he's mentioned assassinations..." He blinks, then shrugs. "I'd sooner bet on it than against it with Ton. For that matter, with any of the Wraiths."
He does his best not to laugh at the motto that Donos--Donos, for crying out loud--had thought up for their merry little band of disrputive reprobates.

[bright_burning]

She cocks her head on one side.

"Wraiths?"

[demlshn_boy_sir]

He grins. "You probably don't want to know, but I'll try and explain this anyway. Imagine putting together 12 pilots who all basically kriffed up a few times too many, all of whom found themselves on the bubble to get tossed out of Starfighter Command. Attach to each of them one unique skill--medicine, disguise and acting, demolitions, cracking security, sniping."

Pause. "Now make them all... completely... nuts."

Another pause. "Those are the Wraiths. My squadmates and me." He grins ferally--and more than a little proudly.

"Our squad motto is 'It's pretty--so what do we blow up first?"

[bright_burning]

"I'm in love with you."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

"You only want me for my bombs."