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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[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.