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The Fire That Burns in the Night [Active]
Character(s): Uchiha Itachi, Axel
Content: Itachi's tired of hotel rooms and has found fire rather fun to play with.
Setting: Near the train station at K-7
Time: Late Evening
Warnings: Pyromaniacs abound and Paiger returns to some semblance of activity!
Fire blossomed before him, casting shadows as it illuminated the seated form of one Uchiha Itachi. The flames licked his hands as they danced in their hypnotic patterns, constantly drawing his attention back to them, even as his mind wandered. The drain on his chakra was constant, a steady stream that fed the fire, and went mostly unnoticed. There were, after all, times when Itachi had done this before. And always, they were times when he needed to mull things over.
With nothing to do over the past few days, Itachi had taken the time to look over the information on his plate, the things he had been told. Uncertainty was more than prevalent as he considered comments made by various people, Sasuke in particular, and he had been trying to reconcile these things with the things he already knew, the beliefs he already held.
The flames continued to distract him, holding his focus as he continued to be introspective. For now, they remained at a controlled burn. Of course, interruptions could certainly cause unexpected results at times like these.
Content: Itachi's tired of hotel rooms and has found fire rather fun to play with.
Setting: Near the train station at K-7
Time: Late Evening
Warnings: Pyromaniacs abound and Paiger returns to some semblance of activity!
Fire blossomed before him, casting shadows as it illuminated the seated form of one Uchiha Itachi. The flames licked his hands as they danced in their hypnotic patterns, constantly drawing his attention back to them, even as his mind wandered. The drain on his chakra was constant, a steady stream that fed the fire, and went mostly unnoticed. There were, after all, times when Itachi had done this before. And always, they were times when he needed to mull things over.
With nothing to do over the past few days, Itachi had taken the time to look over the information on his plate, the things he had been told. Uncertainty was more than prevalent as he considered comments made by various people, Sasuke in particular, and he had been trying to reconcile these things with the things he already knew, the beliefs he already held.
The flames continued to distract him, holding his focus as he continued to be introspective. For now, they remained at a controlled burn. Of course, interruptions could certainly cause unexpected results at times like these.
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But until that got settled, he would just have to content himself with stalking around Paixao, feeding his annoyance as he examined the damage. Who wouldn't be in a bad mood? At least for once, he didn't have to hide it. The sourness slipped though, as he noticed the flicker of firelight in the central station, which even in the best of times would have been kind of weird--though admittedly, not entirely unwelcome. Displeasure slipped into curiosity, and he turned to look, catching a black ponytailed head bent over a mass of flames cupped in pale hands. Well, it figured that it'd be some foreigner playing with fire in plain view.... Even if they were that arrogant, the Paixaoans didn't have black hair.... yet. But who knew? If this ridiculous shit kept going on, maybe the Paixaoans would start looking different, too. Or maybe they'd sprout butt-wings and start flying, or something. He didn't know, and didn't really care.
What he did care about--if only in the strict sense of being
obsessedinterested, considering it was kind of lame to actually get emotionally attached to the stuff even if he could--was fire. So he strolled over to take a look, admiring Itachi's handiwork. "Not bad."no subject
Thus, Axel went unnoticed as he closed on the shinobi. Only the spoken words drew Itachi out of the trance the flames often induced, and it wasn't a gentle withdraw, either. Axel's words startled Itachi and the flames exploded very suddenly, leaping for anything that they could set alight within a five foot radius. As suddenly as they flared, they dissipated, leaving the Uchiha with bare hands. He frowned and looked up.
"Thanks."