And it burns.
Apr. 29th, 2012 08:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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.))
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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Date: 2012-04-30 06:13 am (UTC)I don't got time for this, Miss!
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Date: 2012-04-30 06:25 am (UTC)[audio]
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Date: 2012-04-30 06:44 am (UTC)[audio]
Date: 2012-04-30 06:46 am (UTC)[There was coughing on his end, the air around him irritating him.]
Look, I might be the only one she'll listen to, and I'm not about to let someone attack her because she's causin' trouble. I can handle this.
[Audio]
Date: 2012-04-30 06:53 am (UTC)[She sighs on the other side.]
I'm not going to be able to convince you to not go, am I?
Keep her safe Sniper, but please take care of yourself as well. Don't over-exert yourself.
[She can't exactly tell him not to do something stupid when he was already halfway there.]
If you need assistance, please call me. No one's come up to attack her yet, but she's hurt a lot of people and destroyed a lot of property. There's going to be a consequence for this, whether from the residents, or the gods.
[audio]
Date: 2012-04-30 06:57 am (UTC)I'll keep an eye on her. I'm not going to let anything happen to her, got it?
[Audio]
Date: 2012-04-30 07:03 am (UTC)[There's a sharp intake of breath as a burn starts to ache again. She grits her teeth while Buttons whines at her side. He should hear her comforting her dog ("It's ok Buttons, we're OK now, it's safe") before she returns to the call.]
I trust you Sniper. Just please, don't be rash.
[It's not Pyro she's worried about; it's you.]
[audio]
Date: 2012-04-30 07:06 am (UTC)You should get out of the city, or head somewhere safe. Got it?
[Audio]
Date: 2012-04-30 07:13 am (UTC)I'll be fine. She doesn't know where I am now. The last I saw her, it was near the shops. You might want to try near there.
[audio]
Date: 2012-04-30 07:16 am (UTC)Now get somewhere safe. Away. We'll be fine, Miss. I'm her teammate, and I'm going to watch out for her. You can count on that.
[And then RED did what he did best and hung up before he could hear any more protest. Click.]
[Audio]
Date: 2012-04-30 07:22 am (UTC)She reached for her pistol and pulled the safety off, her eyes narrowed.
She might have to take some steps of her own.