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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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[ She can understand this kind of rage. Has been feeling a good bit of it herself since Leto was sent home, though she hasn't been acting out as aggressively as Pyro is currently doing. ]

Pyro, what's happened?

[ Not that she can't guess, but it seems like the best way to start things, should he decide to answer her. ]

Edited 2013-07-29 19:16 (UTC)

[ Oh god, Pyro, now what? Connor can guess, but... he can also guess that the amount of property damage going on needs addressing and it's unlikely Pyro will answer his bracelet coherently.

Guess who's coming over and just letting himself in. Follow the sound of crashing? ]

something happen?

[ this will have to do until she can track down his location based on his video; she's already on her way, navigating rooftops and back stairs through the city, glancing at the feed for possible reference points. dammit, where are you? ]

They're both gone. [He's panting, his whole body shaking with rage.] Magneto and Mystique. The only two who could -

[Keep him grounded. Remind him what he has to do. Fight the gods here. So much, so incredibly much.]

- my leaders. They're gone.

We lose hold of people - they slip back through the cracks, we don't send them away, you whingy little brat. I'd've had you sent on back long ago if we had any real say in this matter.

Edited 2013-07-29 19:20 (UTC)

[His voice is audible as well, now that he's talking to others on the network - he can be found in the kitchen, but watch your step. There's glass and crockery everywhere.]

With that much destruction, you should be having a better time~

[What is grief, anyway.]

...shit. Pyro. Pyro.

[ he's kicking it aside to get to you ]

[It's a high-end house, and if she catches sight of the drapery, it's in Freya's colour. But the visual feed cuts soon after that.]

What was your first clue?

Don't fuck with me right now, Thor. Not now. I've got enough gas to get most of this district burning without any mutations.

[This is far too reminiscent of when Kaz left. So while she's still upset about other things - the shop, namely - she's empathetic and worried about him.]

Pyro...?

will breaking things bring them back? does it even make you feel better?

[ she's almost there, following the smoke trail he's left and not even bothering to hide her sprint through the crowds, across the city. if he was trying to make a scene, he was doing a good job. once she reaches the house, she doesn't bother knocking, letting herself in and lingering out of sight for a moment, giving her a chance to collect her breath (so that he didn't think she ran), and survey the situation. ]

Kid, now's not the time. [There's so much rage barely kept in check. He looks like he could explode.]

[ There's a snarl rolling in the back of his throat here. ]

If I were fucking with you then I would fuck with you. I'd turn you into a pretty little girl or have you talking in rhyme or doing funny little dances every time you passed gas. Blame us for what we do, fine, and call us weak if you'd like, but this isn't some sort of personal punishment! If we could choose don't you think we'd a little more fucking selective?

[ Ghanima is her usual calm and composed self, and she's even keeping a lid on her sympathy because she isn't sure how welcome it would be. Pyro seems to her like the kind of person who would mistake it for pity, and who would resent it. ]

I know how you feel. I know you probably don't think so, but I do.

[It's a good thing she always chooses audio, because he flicks his visual feed off at the sound of her voice, just in time to miss him utterly crumbling.]

Both of them, Euri. At the same time.

Aw, c'mon, I just want to see you break some more stuff! How much do you think you can level before someone stops you?

Three people in as many days, including the whole rest of the Brotherhood? You "selected" pretty fucking well to me.

It'll fuck up someone else's day, at least.

[The front hall hasn't been touched yet, but the living room is a shambles. Furniture stuffing, pieces of their wood frames, broken glass, shattered pictures - everything within reach has been destroyed somehow. If she continues past the stairs and into the kitchen, that's where she'll find him, bent over his holographic screen with his shoulders rolled forward and heaving with each breath.]

[He whirls around, revealing a few nearly-healed cuts on his face and blisters on his hands, then hunches forward as though Connor is some kind of threat. He's extremely far gone.]

What do you want.

Pretty sure they're already coming, or the house'd be up in flames by now. [A god's talked to him, after all, so he's on the radar.]

I want you to take a breath. Focus.

[God, but he just wants to put a fist right through her abdomen for that answer. No matter how true it is, he doesn't want to believe it right now.

Jaw jutted forward, he takes a second or two before answering.]

I don't care if I'll forget everything about this place when I go back, I'm not forgetting my home while I'm here. They were the only two who could keep me on my path. Keep all this - this shit from distracting me.

that's childish and you know it.

[ she takes careful steps into the living room, not bothering to raise her gun - it wouldn't be any use here, not when he could use his power. she'd have to rely on her speed to get away from him, should he choose to attack. she's near silent as she moves from there into the doorway of the kitchen, watching for a moment from there. ]

I'm not doing fucking yoga here, I'm -

[What is he doing? Losing his shit. Trying to make them pay without the gift he was given for that very reason, because they were the ones who took it. They take everything. Everything...

His brief attempt at thinking out the situation having failed, he grabs a nearby cup and hurls it at Connor's head.]

- just get out!

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