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[It's a day after the explosion of Spring and superpower exhibition, and Pyro's just sitting in -

- well, it's a new room. Bigger, more homey than the dorm-style rooms of the God Houses, and his candle number appears to have doubled to compensate. The light is still flickering and uneven, but it's much brighter than it was during his broadcasts from Baldr. Anyhow, those who were there to hear him rant and rave about Freya being spared and Freyr being saved might think he's appeared to shit all over that party, but he's staying quiet on that front for now. (Who knows how many psycho kids one of them might have, after all.)]

Since we're so big on Democracy here, thought I'd put something up to a vote.

Instead of random surges in our powers that have nothing to do with anything, how about the gods put their heads together and see if they can gather up enough strength to make the powers work outside the city? Y'know, where most people are actually being attacked and either dying or coming close to it?

It's just a thought.

[He's still sore about his near-death experience during the weapons expedition, but no one needs to know that! There was the big freakout about the blonde girl not coming back for so long, after all; this could all be about her.

If you don't know Pyro at all, anyway.]

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Hiding, I guess.

[Connor sees the video flicker to private and raises an eyebrow. A lock and answer are an invitation, as far as he's concerned.]

Looks like you are, too.

Long story, been over it enough. [His tone is clipped, stifling any real emotion that might threaten to come up.]

You're good, though. Just don't stare too hard at the naked blue girl.

I'm not even asking why I'm coming over when you have a naked girl in the apartment.

[his tone is flippant, teasing -- he's not asking for the long story either but is expecting to hear it. he.gives Pyro a little wave before turning off his bracelet.]

It's not for a threesome, so calm down.

[He grins, then turns off his own bracelet and heads for the living room just in case Mystique does get to the door first. The house has a certain untouched polish about it - it's still obviously a recent move, although not recent enough for unpacked boxes or unhung pictures.

Naturally, he's not enough of a host to prepare any kind of drinks or snacks. But he'll be at the door when Connor knocks.]

Connor doesn't expect Pyro to play host at all -- he's actually a little surprised at how fast the door opens, too. Probably so the naked girl didn't get to it first.]

A full house? Fancy.

Yeah. The team from back home decided we might as well have a base of operations. [He waves a hand around, his version of a tour.] I'm assuming this isn't a living room kinda situation, though.

There's a situation?

[he does take a moment to admire the living room.... he really needs to get around to decorating their place]

You opened with "where are you," then came straight over, and you look like you haven't seen a mirror in about a week. I'm just guessing there's a situation.

Your room was different......

[okay so maaaaaybe this kid has no one to talk to right now.

he reaches up to check his hair.]

Look, I don't usually do the touchy-feely shit. You caught me in a mood. You'd better spit it out before my mood changes.

[He glances toward the stairs. Here, or there?]

[Connor didn't even realize he required a touchy feely mood until Pyro just pointed it out. He pats his hair down and nods towards the stairs.]

Might as well make sure the house doesn't burn down.

[This is usually Bobby territory, okay. He doesn't want to get a reputation for being (or needing) a shoulder to cry on.]

They're relaxing, alright. [He doesn't quite roll his eyes, but Connor does get a sidelong look.] I still feel fire inside me, even if I can't control it anymore.

I've said it before -- they can change what we can do, but not what we are.

[he takes in the spread in Pyro's room]

This is still a lot of candles. How much relaxing did you need?

You've fought me. You should know.

[He closes the door behind them, seemingly comfortable in the increased heat of the room, and sits cross-legged on his bed. Without any indication of whether Pyro wants him sitting on the bed or the desk chair, Connor is pretty much free to sit wherever he likes.

Before he can start talking, though, Pyro pulls out an ornately carved set of brass knuckles and tosses it to him. They'll feel a lot heavier than the usual ones, if Connor has ever held a pair, sleek and cold.]

Don't worry, I'll only use 'em on your shadow. [A smirk.] Unless you piss me off.

You'd better, these are serious business.

[he sits on the bed, too, mostly because he doesn't really sit in chairs in asgard so it's automatic. his attention is caught by the carvings]

Where did these come from?

I know, I crushed a few faces with 'em. Not pretty.

[He appears to savour the memory, though, at least for a second. Then the pleasure is completely gone.]

Svart - where the dwarves live. A bunch of us went to pick up weapons. Someone tipped off one of the bad guys, though, and we got ambushed.

Shit.

[he passes the knuckles back, wondering if putting them on will make pyro feel a little better]

I was on the other mission.

[He actually does, flexing and then clenching his fingers.]

Saving gods. [He snorts.] They didn't deserve it.

No. They didn't.

[his jaw works, though his expression doesn't change]

My girlfriend nearly got ripped in half.

[Oddly enough, he's quiet at that. He remembers that knife flashing as it moved toward Euri, and the way he moved without even thinking; he remembers the terrible moments when his vision began to grey at the edges and he felt himself slipping away.

Literally risking his life for someone else. And now he's not even talking to her anymore. What was the point?]

Shit.

[That's all he manages. But there's weight to his voice, acknowledgement of the gravity of what Connor said.]

[connor can sense some kind of shared feeling here, a different experience but maybe a similar feeling. he tilts his head and takes a risk.]

She's alright?

I took the hit for her.

[He lets that sink in - Connor doesn't know him well yet, but one meeting is enough to tell someone with any sense that Pyro does not take hits for anyone.

He runs a hand over his hair, looking back to Connor.]

You said "nearly."

[well shit. again.]

She got healed. It took days to stop worrying about the blood loss though. I don't think I've been more afraid in my life.

[connor flops backwards on pyro's bed, staring at the ceiling and its lack of cracks and chipped paint. there's the sense that he doesn't say that lightly, though pyro has no idea what he's lived through.]

[As Connor does that, Pyro stands up, pacing agitatedly.]

This is what happens, man. You lose yourself in someone else. Pretty soon nobody else matters, not even yourself. Why do people want this?

[Yeah, it's a shockingly insensitive thing to say to someone who nearly lost his girlfriend. But this is just more proof to him that he's on the wrong road and yet screaming long ever faster and faster.]

[connor doesn't sit up, just rolls his head to watch pyro pace]

That's not entirely true. But it's hard to be anything but scared at first.

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