Thirty-six Fires Set [phone/action]

[mr_fahrenheit]

[Filtered to RED team + Olivier]

I'm making something new. You should come check it out.

*Pyro's sitting in his driveway with a dismantled stove ("borrowed" from the neighbours), a fire extinguisher (also "borrowed"), a part of a gas pump ("borrowed" from his job), and a car muffler (again, "borrowed"). He's assembling these pieces into some kind of gas-powered mutant of engineering. He's rather involved in his work and it's about halfway assembled. Bother him at your own risk and for your own safety, don't touch his materials.*

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[thenorthernwall]

[Olivier just drops on by a little while after she hears the call. She's in her full uniform, sword on, everything. There is nothing subtle about her.

She's also carrying a smallish paper bag; she walks up, one eyebrow raised and her lips pursed to stave off a wicked smirk.]

...That looks dangerous.

[Action] HI THERE.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*He looks up, hands a little banged up from the work he's been doing and his clothes greasy, but he grins.*

It should be dangerous. Fire won't be as hot as my other one, but...it works.

[Action] <33333

[thenorthernwall]

Don't even think of pointing that thing at me. [She sets the bag down rather close to him and steps back a little to watch him work. Her first and most lasting thought? It smells good. Like grease and gasoline. She's cheered by this: she was feeling a bit awkward about not making any time for him lately.

Not that it was intentional, and not that he seemed to mind that much. Things were just... spread a bit thin.]

[Action]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Nah. Wouldn't want to catch your hair on fire. It'd stink up the whole neighbourhood.

*He goes back to work, hooking up the fuel line where it's supposed to go and fiddling with a few extra things.*

...You'd think this'd be Engie's job.

[Action]

[thenorthernwall]

Practical enough. Burnt hair is a smell I could go without being exposed to again.

[Finally cracking that smile, she takes a seat on the edge of the driveway.]

If you want something done to your own specifications, do it yourself. As long as it doesn't explode in your face, you're fine, right?

[Action]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Burned skin is worse...or better, but I'm kind of a freak.

*Aww, yeah, that smile. He gets a really dumb look on his face at that and smiles more, but he's not distracted from his work.*

...I've had enough things explode in my face in a lifetime, thanks.

[Action]

[thenorthernwall]

I'm sure you have. ...Maybe you should've asked someone for some help. I really don't want you to burn my hair off. It might take a while to regrow.

[Her tone is definitely teasing! Olivier feels no need to be stiff and serious around Pyro, ever.]

[Action]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I'm not too worried about it blowing up in my face right now. The stove I was more worried aobut since I, uh, pulled it out without turning the gas off. *Sorry, neighbour.* And yeah, I think it'd take a year or better. You'd look funny bald.

[Action]

[thenorthernwall]

You pulled a gas stove without turning the gas off? [That starts to get her eyebrow up... and then the baldness comment just makes her facepalm.]

Honestly, what am I going to do with you? If you blow me up right now, I'm going to come after you with everything I have...

[Action]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

But if I blow you up, you'll probably be in little chunks on the yard.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-SOLDIER ARRIVES. WITH BEER.-

The hell is that monstrosity.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*OH BOY, BEER AND BUILDING STUFF. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?*

New flame thrower...hopefully. Or it'll be a brand new device to send shrapnel into me and everything in a 12-foot radius.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with the old one?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Nothing, I just got bored. This one's lighter, though.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

Hmm... I can see the use in that.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Let's me, uh, "axe" people questions faster.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

And THAT is what makes us the superior team!

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I'd like to see the BLUs come up with something half as good as this.

*By this, he means the half-finished monstrosity in his lap that's leaking fuel.*

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

HA! That chimney sweep couldn't build an erector set with the instructions tattooed on his goddamn HAND!

Have a Concerned Citizen (i.e. Drone) get up in your business

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Stated without a hint of sarcasm or even accent.)

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro glares. No one on RED calls him that name.*

Get out of here.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...No.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...Just go home.