And it burns.

[notintehkitchen]

[Action//Accidental Video]

The demon behind the young woman had broken free from the bonds. What once was a girl with self-control despite suffering a mental illness, it looked like someone like her could only last so long before they snapped.

She was revealed, exposed for who she truly was.

Yes, a filthy arsonist suited her just fine. It wasn't a bad name. As her flamethrower spread flames over the shops and homes around Paradise she savored the screams and pain of those who suffered.

It was all her fault. As a Pyro, this is what she was. Who had she been before that? Who was Momo? Was Momo really her? No. Momo was someone else inside of her that tried to stop her from having fun. The life she was supposed to live, this was it. This is why she existed. When she ceased to walk on these lands, she would find herself in hell. Satan would have her as his right-hand man and she'd perform the duties of making people feel eternal suffering.

There was a human inside of her. The body she was given must of been fake. No human should of been able to have the tolerance to fire as she had, nor would they get off on it like she did. She had always been a freak, from the moment she found out she could snap her fingers and qualify as her own lighter, she knew she was different.

Her footsteps were strong and prideful. There was no reason to be ashamed. The fact she was alive was proof of that. If she had no purpose, she wouldn't be here.

Through the pops and cracks of the flames roasting on wood, she thought she could hear a voice. Someone--something was calling her.

It's okay, Pyro. It's okay.

((OOC: Phone is being held be Jell-O. Yes, he is enjoying what his mother is doing and showing everyone.))

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[bye_to_yer_head]

*BLU watches the chaos and destruction for a moment before crawling onto his roof, putting the scope to his eye and watching what she was doing.

As long as it wasn't his house, he didn't much care what she burnt. In fact, he didn't care if she set the RED base on fire and roasted herself in it. That isn't what he was looking for.

He's looking for his rival.*

[prpl_assistant]

[She's watching quietly, before she switches off the feed. There's nothing she can do...or rather, nothing she can do that will get everyone a happy ending.

An afterthought later, and she types out a message to BLU.]

[Text]

Sniper, do you know where your RED counterpart is?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He's gone back inside, he doesn't want the blue dot of his scope to alert Pyro to hsi presence. She can just stay over there doing whatever it is arsonists do. At least the smoke isn't too bad yet.

He glances down at his phone before responding, unsure if he should admit to having been looking for RED.*

i dont know./ he might be at the red base but hes not with pyro. i can see her from the roof.

[prpl_assistant]

[Text]

So can I.

Can you please look for him?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He's not going to admit that he was heading out to do that anyway, Rika tucked into his vest and Tipsy waddling along beside him. Better they be with him than be at the house in case Pyro got too close.*

will do. ill check the base and let you know if i find him.

[prpl_assistant]

[She's heading out of her house too, Buttons firmly held in one arm. Carrying a backpack, she's out to try and find RED before the shiola hits the fan, but first she needs a safe place for her puppy and a special purple flower in her bag.]

Right. I'll check the park.

[Her fingers hesitated, before she eventually typed out the last sentence and sent it to him.]

Stay safe Sniper.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Normally, Pyro wouldn't try to attack someone she disliked in Paradise. However, things had changed and Miss Pauling was a deliciously easy target to take her anger out on.

She had never understood why this woman always had to act like her mother. Neither of them no longer had their jobs. Why did Miss Pauling cling to such false hopes? The odds of going back were slim.

Tracking her down, she let out a deranged laughter to announce her arrival before letting her flamethrower give off a warning blast. She liked it when her prey ran, she'd give her a head start.

[prpl_assistant]

[Found out! For a moment, she debated fighting back; she still has her pistol. As far as she knew, Pyros had difficulty taking down their opponents who used far range weapons that could not be blown back.

But she remembers the memories she had seen in RED's dreamscape. He is really fond of her, isn't he?

She grips her backpack's strap firmly, the other arm holding Buttons, the poor puppy whinning and cowering with fear.

Before she did anything else, she had to try.]

Pyro, this isn't safe for you. Please stop before you get hurt.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

That made her laugh again. Why did she hesitate to run? Stupid woman. If she didn't start, she would make her death a slow and painful one. First, she'd roast her up good before taking her axe and hacking her into pieces. To finish her off, Jell-O could have her head.

(I'm perfectly safe. You would be the one in an unsafe position right now.)

[prpl_assistant]

[She met the Pyro's gaze evenly, standing her ground. She can't understand her mumbles, but she has a feeling that the Pyro wasn't interested in whatever she had to say. ]

Burning the city will only make the gods angry. They won't let you off easily. Please stop while you have still have the chance.

[One more try.]

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

For crying out--

Pulling her mask off, she glared at her with spite.

"Stupid bitch. Shut your trap. I don't need advice or parenting from you.

What is the way they say this back home in America? Oh, yes.

Fuck off or I'll kill you off.

I don't need some pretty girl telling me what to do. You'll just make a bunch of men come out here to save you like the damsel in distress you are."

[prpl_assistant]

It's just me and you here Pyro. There's no one else. And I'm saying this because your safety is my concern. I don't want you getting hurt unnecessarily.

But if you insist on carrying on with this, then by all means. Burn Paradise to the ground if you wish.

[With that she turns around and walks off. Still staying calm, thought the moment she hears the spark of that flame thrower she is going to run like heck.]

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

This would be the perfect time to start running. The fact she didn't acknowledge her words to a satisfactory condition made her pent up rage explode.

Her kill switch went on as she ran towards her. Flamethrower held steadily with both arms, she didn't intend to let it blast off until she got dangerously close.

[prpl_assistant]

[Yeap, running now. The moment she heard those running steps, she started sprinting off. It's hard to run with a puppy in your arms, but there's no way in Hell that she's leaving Buttons alone.

She's spent most of her time getting used to Paradise's alleyways, roads and corners. Hopefully that will be enough for her to shake off the Pyro.]

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

She won't be giving up so easily. Remember Miss Pauling, she doesn't care for you one bit. In the mindset she is in now, it has turned to hatred and jealousy. The only way to make herself feel better is to make the one who fuels her anger perish with her flames.

Her footsteps wouldn't be far behind. Out of most of the residents in Paradise, Pyro knew the streets well. She had adapted to the most ironic job she could be given, firefighter. Damned if she be doing her job well now, but she had grown accustomed to Paradise.

With as large as a woman as she was. She made Miss Pauling look rather pathetic in comparison. Underneath that suit was a powerful body that had conquered her enemies many times on the battlefield. The setting may be different here, but the objective was the same.

Seek out and destroy.

Burn to ashes.

Shove an axe through their back. If that doesn't satisfy you, cut them into little pieces.

Do what you must. Anything to win.

Pyro was a winner.

[prpl_assistant]

[When it became clear that she couldn't outsmart the Pyro in the streets, she knew she was going to have to resort to something else. Hiding seemed to be the best option at the moment; spotting the lazer tag building up ahead, she decided to give that place a try. The locked door proved no obstacle as she merely shot the lock off, and quickly she ran into the dark space.

She had her pistol; why didn't she try to kill the Pyro? But even as she contemplated that, she knew she couldn't; not with the way she had seen the Sniper look at her, how happy he had been in his dream. She couldn't do that to him.