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No. No. NO!

[The video is an absolute blur, but there is definitely destruction happening. The tinkle of broken glass, loud thumps and cracks that sound a lot like furniture being hit with blunt objects - anything you'd associate with a house being utterly totalled from the inside can be heard through the maelstrom.

Then it stills, and one red-faced, absolutely apoplectic Pyro is visible in the middle of his path of destruction.]

You assholes. You stupid fucking assholes. If you were so almighty, we wouldn't be any threat to you, would we? So why the hell take them away? Curse me. Make me think I'm Stryker, I don't care. Just bring them back, and do it now.

[It doesn't matter how many times he's told others that people come back. That's it's random. That they're better off. This is his fucking leader and second-in-command, two of the mutants he admires above all others, and they're both gone. If someone doesn't talk him down soon, he'll be paying off the damages on a burnt-down paid residence for the rest of his time in Asgard.]

((ooc: backtags are coming, but this huge of a drop had to be referenced. also, if any gods want to garnish his wages for the damage or anything, consequences are obviously expected for this.))

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Not in the way you mean, I bet.

[ but technically speaking? what defined your humanity? your experiences, your thoughts? those weren't even necessarily her own, had never been her own, since as long as she could even remember. not to mention the experiments her body had endured.. ]

How do you normally deal with it?

There's only one way. You're not it.

[He hasn't spoken with quite that sharp of a supremacist edge in awhile, but he's the only one left to uphold their pride now. No more trolls claiming he's human, no more humans trying to relate to mutants.]

How do you think? My pyrokinesis. I don't have to burn something down - just feeling it, connecting with it calms me down.

[ if his talk bothers her, she doesn't show it, shrugging it off. she wasn't going to share with him anything about her body anyway, or what it could or couldn't do. it was too far in the past for her to bother digging up now just for the sake of what? making him feel better? ]

Does looking at fire help?

I've probably got about a hundred candles in my room. But that's just fire, that's not my fire. I can't do anything with it.

[And there's the crux of the matter. Magneto and Mystique, his brotherhood, were all that made him feel powerful here. He's so angry, and lashing out so badly, because he feels utterly powerless again and that vulnerability is too scary to face head-on.]

Destroying things isn't doing anything about it either.

[ she's just pointing it out; her tone isn't mean. ]

What is your power?

Control. Not straight out creation, but complete control. Heat, size, shape, distance, everything. Give me enough heat and I could get this whole city blazing - and stop it just as fast. I can feel the temperature in things, way more acutely than a human.

[He shrugs, but his expression is dark as he recalls the power that was taken from him.]

Basic pyrokinesis.

And your power here?

[ her expression doesn't change as she surveys him. ]

[He picks up a piece of broken glass and drags it over the top of his hand, barely even flinching; blood wells up, clots, then flakes away to reveal apparently unblemished skin.]

Any more questions?

Go throw yourself off a building, then.

[ she seems bored, even by the macabre suggestion. ]

You'll make less noise and bother less people.

You're pretty much missing the point of my power, there. I'd come right back, and now I can promise you I'd make your life a living hell when I did. I need something to focus on, after all.

I don't think I'm missing the point at all. You want to feel powerful. You used to blow things up. Now, you can't.

[ she shrugs. ]

Throwing yourself off a building and then coming right back? That has to be some sort of a sick thrill.

Feel powerful? You think I'm just looking for a thrill?

[He shakes his head, giving up on her completely.]

You've got less fucking idea than most humans, and that's really an accomplishment. Get out.

Did I say you were looking for a thrill?

[ she ignores his order. ]

Same idea. Different concept.

Flashy suicides won't get anything done. And yeah, neither will this, but I doubt you can say you've never been pissed off.

[He crosses his arms over his chest, glaring heatedly.]

Get. Out.

[ she shrugs, noncommittally, momentarily overwhelmed by the memory of the last time she got pissed off. blood. so much blood. she could still smell it. all over her hands. her face.

then she held up a hand, placatingly. ]

I'm leaving. But you'll make it my business, and everyone else's, if you keep acting like this.

I'm not scared of you, red text. If the gods aren't getting in my way, you sure as hell aren't.

That might be your mistake, then.

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