♠ 006 - Tired of saving souls. ♠

[zombie_pen]

If I never see another cast on my body again, it would seriously be too soon.

[would be referring to the full arm cast on his left arm, which is broken in three places after a daring brotherly rescue]

Oh, & seeing dead people. I felt like the kid from The Sixth Sense, seeing Madison on that cliff. Leave it to Template to dangle the ghost of the

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[firebranded]

It probably just is, FYI.

[firebranded]

[Axel's had enough; there's a sound like sparks, a whoosh of air, and suddenly a ring of fire erupts around them, caging them in]

Consider yourself lucky deep frying you isn't on my list of things to do.

[zombie_pen]

[takes an involuntary step back from the flames, putting himself flush against the redhead]

Well, fuck...

[firebranded]

[grins, albeit a bit savagely]

Gonna be a good boy now and not run after the imaginary person?

[zombie_pen]

[turns his head, looking at Axel]

Depends. How much is it going to hurt to step through those flames?

[firebranded]

A lot.

Though if you think that's my only trick you're pretty mistaken.

[zombie_pen]

I must say, it's a pretty impressive trick. Didn't know you could do that.

[tugs uselessly at his arm, still wanting to chase after the ghost]

[firebranded]

I'm amazing like that.

[doesn't let him go, and sighs after a moment] Look...my twin saw his mother, too. I get that you want to see her. But you can't. The dead are just that. Dead.

[zombie_pen]

[looks at him with pained eyes]

But, we're the dead, aren't we? Template is the city of the dead. A sick purgatory that makes Hell seem like a sauna.

[firebranded]

We're not dead. [said with a surprising amount of assurance] A lot of us are supposed to be, but this? This isn't death.

I'm a Nobody. When I "die" I'm supposed to cease to exist. Nothing but darkness and memory in here, and as soon as somebody hits me with a giant key one too many times, all of that goes poof. But here? I'm as much myself as I always was.

[shakes his head] But these things we keep seeing? They're not even ghosts. Just illusions.

[zombie_pen]

[blinks then smiles weakly] Where were you when I came back around the second time? It would have been nice to hear I wasn't dead.

You're not even human? Did I know that?

[plays with the edge of his cast some more, a fine sheen of sweat from the fire's heat shining on his face]

... have you seen any of these illusions?

[firebranded]

Probably doing something. I'm a busy guy. A lot of idiots to save in this city.

You might have. I forget. I've had to explain myself so many times that it's all running together.

[lets the fire abate a little, but not entirely, in case Sam feels like running off again]

Yeah. But I've got it a little easier than most around here.

[zombie_pen]

No offense, but you really seem more of an anti-hero than the one who would be donning a cape & tights in a phone booth.

Why do you get it so easy? [makes a pouty face]

[firebranded]

Thanks~I'll take that as a compliment.

I don't have a heart. [taps his chest] So what if I see people I know? Doesn't do a thing to me unless I want it to.

[zombie_pen]

[turns sharply so he's facing him head on]

... you don't have a heart?

[firebranded]

Nope. Not for eight years. Gonna be nine soon.