flame on
chrhys:
sure, go ahead and pair the two campers with fire-related abilities together for control exercises. if you ask him, it’s pretty on the nose, but rhys has never been one to complain about these kinds of things—not publicly, anyway. arguing about it requires a kind of passion and indignation he doesn’t want to muster; better to save those emotions for something that actually deserves such a response from him. the matter of control exercises is more easily dealt with: he just won’t go. wouldn’t be the first (or last) time he flaked out on an obligation.
but—call it boredom, idle curiosity, or the fact that he really has nothing better to do with his free time than to ‘participate’—rhys shows up at the allocated location ten minutes past when he was supposed to be here. he stopped to grab some lukewarm coffee, and though he regrets it, it’s always better to show up late for this stuff than early. one might think he was actually eager to get involved otherwise, and then where would he be? on the road to becoming an actual functioning member of society? no fucking way.
draining the last of the horrible coffee, rhys chucks the paper cup into recycling and scans the area for the person he’s supposed to meet. someone with… fire constructs? he’ll be damned if he’s supposed to know what that looks like. pulling out his phone, he squints down at the name in his notes. “fan chencheng?” rhys reads aloud. “anyone named fan chengcheng around here?” he’ll give the guy five minutes before splitting.
chengcheng is not at all surprised with who he’s been paired up with when it comes to training. lately, he’s taken up going off by himself whenever he can sneak away to practice things. now, with someone who has a similar ability, things could be easier. they could work together. chengcheng was all for productivity. especially when it came to his ability. he’d spent almost two summers at this camp, but he was still struggling. he wondered if it was like that for the other flame person too.
he shows up to the designated meeting place on time with no signs of this ‘rhys’ guy. if he doesn’t show up, chengcheng will just continue to practice on his own. that’s fine with him. sometimes two is a crowd. he’d continue to try and chop logs with a sloppily crafted fire sword if need be.
chengcheng pops a squat wherever he deems fit to sit, watching nature or anyone else who happens to come by. his leg jiggles as his foot constantly tap, tap, taps against the ground. he was never really good at keeping still. can’t even people watch properly.
it takes him a moment to realize that his name is being called, having dissociated a bit as his thoughts had swept him away. he isn’t hesitant at all as he stands and heads over to the person who’s calling his name. the person he’s supposed to be training with, he assumes. “rhys?” he asks as he approaches, accent peaking through even with just the verbalization of a name.