the fire & flame

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[daratash]

This is an independent roleplay (RP) sideblog for Flambae , from the video game Dispatch.

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Zahir watched the other agent reluctantly lower the gun with a distant, humorless smirk and a near-silent scoff; not surprising to see the Feds were as 'shoot first ask questions never' as the cops. Still, only when he didn't see any backlash for crossing his arms did his pulse ease back into calm. He spared a glance for the flash of the leader's - Myers, apparently - badge. BPRD, huh? Zahir had heard them mentioned once in a while, in particular since signing on with SDN, but hadn't met any agents directly since he and his older sister had been pulled aside at Customs. He doubted Myers was working for the agency then. Still, he wondered whether the man ever participated in other border stops, whether he'd ever sat across a plain grey table from children singled out for their powers, anxious tremors in their hands while they tried to seem brave for their families. Not important. Not right now.

What mattered was that Myers knew, in the here and now, who the hell had made this freak cold front ten times worse.

Gaze lingering instead on the shrouded building while the agent explained, Zahir broke down the most important pieces in his mind. So something called a... something Irish, it sounded almost like 'Kellogg' but he knew a fucking cereal didn't cause this. So an Irish creature off in the mountains had gotten pissed and cursed this Simon Anders guy. Then he wrecked a chunk of Oakland, then decided to make it his sister's problem? Zahir kind of wished it'd been a feuding couple.

Yet Agent Myers seemed to think talking was still on the table. Reluctantly, Zahir had to admit to himself... it was possible. He'd seen it work before when he hadn't expected it to. But the man was talking like the plan was going in alone - he shook his head. "That's where we're going, badge-boy," he insisted, offering a hand while his other lowered for the moment. "Come on. Tenth floor, right?"

If Myers accepted his offer, Zahir would pull him close enough to sweep the man up into a bridal carry, then take off into the air with another jet of flame around his lower legs. As he flew into the whirling storm, he did have to adjust his trajectory a few times, but saw the tenth-floor fire escape landing thanks to his polarized shades. He'd settle onto the landing without much issue, fire melting away the gathered snow and ice, then place Myers down in front of the door. "The sooner this shit gets done, the better," Zahir added over the wind. "And stay close when we're inside. Don't want a Fed getting fucking frostbite on my record."

[myersbprd]

Upon receiving that shake of a head, John hoped it was indicative of ' good luck then, I'm staying here ' as opposed to ' no, I'm dealing with this alone and you can get lost. ' However, the response Flambae gave took him aback slightly when it didn't slot into either of those categories.

So, they would do this together after all! Nevertheless, he couldn't help but balk at the scathing moniker leveled at him: badge-boy, as if he harbored some sort of pride or sense of entitlement in waving around a piece of metal. No — it enabled John to protect people who needed him, to act as a liaison for heroes who weren't human and treated like monsters because of it, in a way he couldn't otherwise. Yet to say so would only serve to act in defense of himself ( which was really the least important thing at the moment ), and to someone who probably harbored legitimate antipathy towards those with such a badge, no less.

Right now, they were both focused on saving who they could, and that appeared to be what mattered to Flambae despite any personal aversions. That said quite a lot.

After his gaze settled on the palm Flambae extended to him, he turned to his fellow agents for moment. "Do what we planned, make sure every resident in the building has evacuated and get out anyone hasn't." Then, facing Flambae once more, John took the other man's hand firmly in his with a nod of his head. Although he thought he was prepared, the sudden pull closer before his feet were literally swept out from under him made his lips part and his eyes go wide. Perhaps he wasn't certain if it was the ' proper ' thing to do as they launched higher and higher into the buffeting maelstrom ( did etiquette even exist for these kinds of situations? ), but he instinctively threw his arms around Flambae's neck, intent to hold on however he could.

And, John's heart jumping into his throat while they rapidly gained altitude — it was amazing. This was exactly how he had dreamed for years that it would be like to fly before that first airplane trip to Russia, when he encountered the disappointing reality that for him, flying would always mean a torturous migraine and wishing it would just end already. Even as Flambae fought the storm, wonder was fairly alight in his veins until the biting cold faded into the background. "Wow." The single syllable escaped John in a murmur just before they landed on the fire escape. He would probably never experience anything like that again, yet at least he would always remember this.

Getting his feet under him once more, he nodded at Flambae's statement ( ' The sooner this shit gets done, the better ' ). What followed reached John as he tested the door which was, luckily, open already. ' And stay close when we're inside. Don't want a Fed getting fucking frostbite on my record. ' Oh, this guy really didn't like him. "Got it." Although it might have helped his case to promise, he knew better than to offer guarantees in a circumstance where there weren't any, even if he would try. Regardless, there was one thing John would say. "I promise that I'll have your back." Then, he twisted the doorknob and crossed the threshold.

Somehow, the chill was quieter and harsher inside. Everything within the apartment kitchen they had stepped into was covered in frost. His eyes were so preoccupied taking in the crystallized sheen that it was only the crunch under his shoes that brought his attention down to the thin layer of ice on the floor. It spread in a sheet across the hardwood to two closed doors on either side of the apartment. Which one were Simon and the sister in? Tilting his head, John's gaze darted from the first on the right to the second on the left; while the frigid glaze disappeared below the former, the latter was marked by thicker veins of ice jutting out towards them from beneath. Door number two it was, then.

He had only gone a few paces in that direction when he turned to Flambae again. "Give me a name I can call you," he said softly ( he wasn't sure how aware Simon was of their presence, so he didn't particularly wish to announce their exact movements with loud discussions ). "It doesn't have to be your actual name." There was no reason for Flambae to give it to John of all people to use in this scenario, and he didn't expect he would receive it even if he asked. "Just something — real."

[daratash]

His temper and patience were already frayed by the constant dispatches since the start of shift. Add to that the annoyance of having to work with a federal agent, and Zahir wasn't feeling too polite. The only mercy was, Myers didn't seem the type to complain about pointless shit when there was a job to do. Even if that promise only made Zahir snort quietly. Sure; he'd believe that when he saw it.

As they entered, the heat of his breath furled clouds in the still air, while the extra warmth still lingering in booted feet melted a trail of footsteps through that sheen of ice on the floor. This much ice in just the kitchen, before they'd even found the guy responsible? The least Simon Anders could do, after this was over, would be covering the water damage bills.

Zahir noticed the thicker ice spreading from under one door, at almost the same time Myers did. He didn't expect the other to make a beeline for it, without even mentioning any more of a plan. More surprising was the ask for his name, something that wasn't his hero alias. Easy enough; it was the why that baffled him.

He masked his confusion with another scoff, though he did at least match Myers' volume. "You ask every hero for their name?" Closing distance to pause beside the agent, one hand resting on his own hip, Zahir lifted his other to show how the freezing air shimmered around it, a slight amber glow evident from both sides of his palm - then rested it on Myers' upper back. Just enough of his power to keep the man warm. "It's Chad. ...And don't run ahead like that. If he has some fucking freakout or something, fire stops it better than bullets."

Though he kept his hand on Myers, Zahir approached the door where ice was branching out from. His touch melted the frost on the knob til it was faintly steaming, and he managed to shove it open without too much resistance from the frozen hinges.

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM SCENARIOS PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

( ⚖️ ) : for our muses to get married at the courthouse.

( 💔 ) : for our muses to fight in a quiet corner of a crowded party.

( 🪞 ) : for our muses to get ready to go out in front of the same mirror.

( 📺 ) : for our muses to have a date at the drive-in.

( 🚬 ) : for our muses to meet outside a building during a smoke break.

( 🕯️ ) : for our muses to talk in a room lit only by candles.

( 🏚️ ) : for our muses to cross paths in an abandoned house.

( 🚓 ) : for our muses to meet outside the police department.

( 🧳 ) : for our muses to be at a bus terminal late at night.

( 🌧️ ) : for our muses to be stranded together in the rain.

( 🏨 ) : for our muses to stay in neighboring motel rooms.

( 🪑 ) : for our muses to sit beside each other in a waiting room.

( 📚 ) : for our muses to be in a quiet library aisle.

( 🕳️ ) : for our muses to encounter each other underground.

( 🎒 ) : for our muses to be paired together for an unwanted task.

( 🪦 ) : for our muses to meet up at a gravesite.

( 🕰️ ) : for our muses to be stuck waiting for something that never comes.

( 🚪 ) : for our muses to talk through a bathroom door.

( 🛏️ ) : for our muses to wake up in the same bed.

( 🍻 ) : for our muses to be at a bar just before closing.

( 🧼 ) : for our muses to clean up after a mess.

( 🪟 ) : for our muses to talk through a window.

( 🚿 ) : for our muses to shower or bathe together.

( 🧥 ) : for our muses to share a coat in the cold.

( 🛣️ ) : for our muses to be stranded on the side of the road.

( 🪵 ) : for our muses to gather at a dying campfire.

( 🎟️ ) : for our muses to be at a seasonal fair.

( 🧃 ) : for our muses to share a drink meant for one.

( 🏥 ) : for our muses to talk in a hospital hallway.

( 🩺 ) : for our muses to accompany each other during a medical emergency.

( 🧠 ) : for our muses to attend a therapy or counseling session together.

( 🖊️ ) : for our muses to discuss signing something important.

( 🏫 ) : for our muses to meet up in an empty school after hours.

( 🪖 ) : for our muses to be in a militarized zone.

( 🔫 ) : for our muses to meet at gunpoint.

( 🪓 ) : for our muses to prepare for a fight together.

( 🩻 ) : for our muses to meet up in the aftermath of brutality.

( 🛒 ) : for our muses to go shopping in a nearly empty grocery store.

( 🧾 ) : for our muses to argue over who owes what.

( 🛍️ ) : for our muses to shop for something intimate together.

( 🏕️ ) : for our muses to share a campsite overnight.

( 🌲 ) : for our muses to get lost in the woods together.

( 🐾 ) : for our muses to track something dangerous.

( 🏖️ ) : for our muses to meet up on an empty beach at dawn.

( 🌊 ) : for our muses to hang out at a community pool after hours.

( ✈️ ) : for our muses to sit beside each other on a turbulent flight.

( 🧭 ) : for our muses to disagree on which direction to go.

( 🗺️ ) : for our muses to be lost, sharing a map.

( 🏙️ ) : for our muses to meet up on a rooftop overlooking the city.

( 🌃 ) : for our muses to wander the city all night together.

( 🎁 ) : for our muses to exchange something small but meaningful.

( 🕊️ ) : for our muses to attempt a truce.

( ⚔️ ) : for our muses to meet on opposite sides of a conflict.

( 🪜 ) : for our muses to work together on a dangerous task.

( 🧗 ) : for our muses to rely on each other to survive a fall.

( 🧊 ) : for our muses to be trapped somewhere freezing.

( 🔥 ) : for our muses to be trapped somewhere burning.

( 🧵 ) : for our muses to fix something broken together.

( 🛠️ ) : for our muses to work side by side without talking.

( 🕶️ ) : for our muses to recognize each other too late.

( 🪪 ) : for our muses to meet under false identities.

( 📸 ) : for our muses to take a photograph together.

( 🖼️ ) : for our muses to meet in front of something symbolic.

( 🎧 ) : for our muses to share headphones.

( 🎶 ) : for our muses to bond over a song they both hate.

( 🧯 ) : for our muses to deal with an emergency together.

( 🚨 ) : for our muses to meet when alarms start going off.

( 🕯️ ) : for our muses to mourn the same loss.

( 🪦 ) : for our muses to grieve over the dead.

( 🚂 ) : for our muses to meet in a place meant to break them.

( 🫀 ) : for our muses to say something they can't take back.

( 🛌 ) : for our muses to share a night they won't discuss later.

( 🌅 ) : for our muses to watch the sun rise together.

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM TEXT MESSAGE PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

[TXT] : answer the question.

[TXT] : you left your jacket here.

[TXT] : ignore that last message.

[TXT] : must be my fault somehow.

[TXT] : this was a bad idea but i'm doing it anyway.

[TXT] : guess i misunderstood the vibe.

[TXT] : i'm only texting you because i'm drunk.

[TXT] : i can't stop thinking about your hands.

[TXT] : you're not gonna believe this..

[TXT] : i'm blushing shut up.

[TXT] : okay wait no don't answer that.

[TXT] : i didn't say anything because i didn't want to argue.

[TXT] : be honest with me.

[TXT] : are you free tonight?

[TXT] : i'll explain later, just call me now!

[TXT] : i like it when you looked at me like that.

[TXT] : i should stop texting before this escalates.

[TXT] : i keep rereading that message.

[TXT] : are you trying to distract me on purpose.

[TXT] : i hate that you were right.

[TXT] : you'd be so proud of me right now and also disappointed.

[TXT] : cheers to bad decisions.

[TXT] : i had a dream about you.

[TXT] : i thought you were coming?

[TXT] : wow that's crazy.

[TXT] : it's whatever honestly.

[TXT] : your stuff is still here.

[TXT] : open the door.

[TXT] : what are you doing right now?

[TXT] : don't screenshot this.

[TXT] : don't make me ask twice.

[TXT] : i'm grabbing coffee, want one?

[TXT] : what are we?

[TXT] : no really it's fine.

[TXT] : you don't have to lie.

[TXT] : i don't feel great.

[TXT] : don't rush i've only been waiting.

[TXT] : i forgot the grocery list.

[TXT] : don't do this over text.

[TXT] : did i do something wrong?

[TXT] : i don't trust myself around you.

[TXT] : running late sorry.

[TXT] : you make it hard to be good.

[TXT] : i told myself i wouldn't text you tonight.

[TXT] : are you mad at me.

[TXT] : please answer me.

[TXT] : i told you not to do that.

[TXT] : can i come over?

[TXT] : i'm outside.

[TXT] : you're being unfair.

[TXT] : that's not an excuse.

[TXT] : can you stay on the phone with me?

[TXT] : are you busy?

[TXT] : please tell me you're okay.

[TXT] : i think i fucked up.

[TXT] : i need to vent.

[TXT] : do you want food?

[TXT] : this is messing with my head.

[TXT] : i should not be imagining this right now.

[TXT] : are you mad at me?

[TXT] : please say something.

[TXT] : can you lie for me?

[TXT] : i found your keys!

[TXT] : i just thought you'd let me know.

[TXT] : i know you're awake.

[TXT] : stay the night.

[TXT] : you look good and you know it.

[TXT] : this reminded me of you!

[TXT] : this conversation is not helping my self control.

[TXT] : i love how you only respond when it's convenient.

[TXT] : i love you and i hate that i love you.

[TXT] : you left me on read.

[TXT] : i cleared my schedule.

[TXT] : i can't keep doing this.

[TXT] : are you alone?

[TXT] : stuck in traffic.

[TXT] : you could've just said no.

[TXT] : i don't want to be alone.

[TXT] : who are you with?

[TXT] : something has to change.

[TXT] : if you were here right now i'd be in serious trouble.

[TXT] : i'm done.

[TXT] : don't tease me.

[TXT] : i'm getting worried.

[TXT] : oh okay i guess we're not talking anymore.

[TXT] : where are you??

[TXT] : i'm thinking about you.

[TXT] : i hate nights like this without you.

[TXT] : can you come get me?

[TXT] : look up.

[TXT] : i trust you.

[TXT] : i need help.

[TXT] : this is flirting right?

[TXT] : i changed my mind about earlier.

[TXT] : it's fine do whatever you want.

[TXT] : it's not what it looked like, okay?

[TXT] : my brain won't shut up about last night.

[TXT] : please come get me before i make worse choices.

[TXT] : that was not funny.

[TXT] : i'm proud of you.

[TXT] : i don't know why i'm telling you this.

[TXT] : i'm sorry, i should've said something sooner

[TXT] : please don't be mad..

[TXT] : are you coming over or just teasing me?

[TXT] : i won't bother you again.

[TXT] : i almost sent this three times.

[TXT] : did you get home safe?

[TXT] : you don't owe me anything clearly.

[TXT] : i miss you.

[TXT] : guess who i just ran into..

[TXT] : i can't sleep.

[TXT] : i need clarity.

[TXT] : tell me to behave.

[TXT] : okay fine you win.

[TXT] : hello?

[TXT] : you did good.

[TXT] : do you miss me?

[TXT] : i'm bored, entertain me.

[TXT] : are you safe??

[TXT] : you're unbelievable.

[TXT] : i shouldn't have said what i said earlier.

[TXT] : i hope you're asleep because this is embarrassing.

[TXT] : don't ever say that again.

[TXT] : are you flirting with me?

[TXT] : you owe me gas money.

[TXT] : stop avoiding me.

[TXT] : call me when you see this!

[TXT] : you still mad?

[TXT] : can we talk in person?

[TXT] : can i crash at your place?

[TXT] : you're going to get me in trouble.

[TXT] : i'm spiraling.

[TXT] : you're doing this on purpose.

[TXT] : okay i'm done texting now.

[TXT] : you look cute.

[TXT] : glad you had fun.

[TXT] : i'm exhausted.

[TXT] : i'm trying to be respectful but you're not helping.

[TXT] : why would you think that was okay??

[TXT] : i want to move on.

[TXT] : thanks for the heads up i guess.

[TXT] : you left your panties here for a reason didn't you.

[TXT] : you know exactly what you're doing.

[TXT] : please don't tell anyone.

[TXT] : remember when we said we wouldn't do this again.

[TXT] : i can't find my shoes.

[TXT] : do you always do this or just to me?

[TXT] : tell me you don't miss me so i can shut up.

[TXT] : you crossed a line.

[TXT] : you up?

[TXT] : you didn't have to do that.

[TXT] : don't get smug.

[TXT] : i'm on my way!

[TXT] : i should not be saying this.

[TXT] : remind me to tell you later.

[TXT] : come over.

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC

📋 : how organized is your muse?

✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?

🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?

☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?

🧺 : how often do they do laundry?

🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?

🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?

🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?

🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?

🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?

📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?

SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION

🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?

📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?

🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?

🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?

🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?

🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?

🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?

🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?

🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?

INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE

🕵️‍♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?

🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?

🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?

👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?

🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?

🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?

📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?

💀 : do they trust their own memories?

🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?

PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT

🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?

🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?

🧷 : who failed them first?

🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?

🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?

🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?

🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?

🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?

🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?

HABITS / VICES / COPING

🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?

🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?

💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?

🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?

🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?

🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?

🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?

☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?

🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?

SEXUALITY / INTIMACY

🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?

💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?

🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?

🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?

🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?

🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?

🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?

🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?

🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?

💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?

MORALITY / CHOICES

⚖️ : what line will they never cross?

🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?

🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?

🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?

🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?

🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?

🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?

🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?

📜 : what promise do they regret making?

🪦 : what hill would they die on?

[daratash]

for @myersbprd | from [X]

One reason he liked living in Torrance was the more temperate weather; even winters were pretty mild, just cooler temperatures and longer nights. So of course, some bitch-ass freak snowstorm had to fuck up his schedule. Instead of relaxing in the breakroom with Alice or Bruno or even Herman, he barely had time to report back to headquarters between dispatches. Had he any less practice controlling his fire, it probably would've burst out by now and singed a cat's tail off or something. His severed two fingers ached a bit, despite trying to massage them between jobs. So who could blame him for grumbling and snipping at Robert?

Just when Zahir had gotten himself out of the biting wind and sat down, of course there Robert was again in his earpiece. Some out-of-towner from the East fucking Coast had decided to make all this snow and ice worse, specifically around one apartment building to target someone inside. The call had been interrupted by the building's power cutting out, so Zahir had to admit it was actually time-sensitive. "Da khar bachey..." he muttered, then stood again with a quiet groan. "Alright, alright, I'm going. Should get a fucking vacation for this." Donning his polarized color shades yet again, he took off into the air with another jet of flame.

At least it wasn't too far; even if it was, it'd be pretty fucking obvious from the air. A column of cloud surrounded the apartments, gusts whipping up the sleet around it as well. Okay, either weather or ice powers, both usually long-distance. He'd stand his best chance up close. As he approached, a small cluster of dark cars parked near the anomaly caught his attention. What the fuck? On a longer look, even with the people there all bundled up, they seemed pretty official.

Though he only had a guess, he checked in with Robert. "Hey Robbo, I think we've got fucking Feds here. Might know about the guy behind this."

"Who says it's a guy?" Robert replied; a deflection to buy time for thought.

Zahir answered anyway. "Because it's always fucking straight guys pulling this kind of shit. His ex-girlfriend's probably in this apartment or something."

"Okay, you might have a point there." A sigh through the little speaker in his ear. "Alright, just... try not to piss 'em off, but you're still here to do a job and you're better-equipped for this than they are."

"Obviously, bitch." His smirk carried clear in his tone.

Tapping out, Zahir descended to the street - and immediately had to raise his hands when the nearest agent pointed a gun at him. If he got shot over this, he might break his streak of 'days without committing arson'. For now, he looked around the others and found his gaze drawn to one in particular. Not the tallest, or most muscular, but the other man had that sort of easy confidence and alertness in a crisis that Zahir privately admired about Robert. Had the same kind of vibe as his favorite dispatcher too, though maybe with less depression.

"Hey you," he called to the dark-haired man. "Looks like you're in charge here?"

"What makes you say that?" the agent aiming the gun cut in.

Zahir glanced over just long enough to retort, "Cause I know it's not you, trigger-happy motherfucker," with a quick up-and-down and a little curl of his upper lip. Returning his attention to the man he'd called out, he continued as if there'd been no interruption. "I'm Flambae, with SDN." Regrettable that the gun pointed at his head meant he couldn't include his usual flourish. "You know anything about who's doing this?" A tip of his head toward the obscured apartments.

[myersbprd]

What was it Frost had written about fire and ice — ? ' For destruction, ice is also great. ' Yeah, John was inclined to agree. As he jumped from one of the black SUVs parked along the street, a gust of bitter wind stung his face, followed by a flurry of snowflakes that lingered on his eyelashes. Brushing them away as he walked, he avoided the thick patches of ice formed on the asphalt, some spreading beneath his very steps. Perhaps John hadn't minded the chill temperatures as they drove into Torrance, yet the closer they drew to their destination, its vicious edge sharpened into something that struck him as enraged ( a force of nature of a different sort altogether ). They needed to reach the source of this before even its creator was no longer in control of the consequences.

Words to that effect, however, never found the chance to leave his tongue. Instead, a sudden flare of heat announced the arrival of a newcomer in their midst, sending everyone's attention darting to the stranger — as well as the barrel of Nichols' gun, which was immediately swung in that direction. Vexation flashed through him, his lips pressing into a thin line. Although the urge to issue a trenchant reprimand for pointing a firearm at anyone's head without an inherent threat was a difficult one to bite back, berating Nichols like that in front of their fellow agents, including this stranger, would only invoke resentment; the two of them could hash this out later.

When eyes covered by a pair of shades landed on John, he felt a jolt of surprise that he didn't allow to permeate his expression. Shifting his own scrutiny from the man back to his colleague, he gestured for Nichols to lower the weapon. "Don't." Uttered lowly under his breath, the word was underscored by the intensity in his glance until the gun was leveled at the ground. Then, John looked once more to their flamboyant guest, who had thankfully made an introduction already; he wasn't apt to enter another jurisdiction without any knowledge of who else operated there, but he had only read through names, not faces.

"I know who you are." Although Flambae hadn't asked, he pulled out his badge wallet and flipped it open. "Agent Myers, we're with the BPRD." His gaze flickered to the nearby apartment building, still besieged by flurries of ice and sleet. "And yeah, we know who's responsible for this." Tucking his identification back inside his jacket, John suspected that attempts to act on their own wouldn't be taken ' lying down ' by Flambae ( though who could say? ). Nevertheless, while this added an additional degree of unpredictability to the situation, they presumably harbored the same goal: protect everyone they could. Pushing back would only waste time and, besides, they didn't have anyone from the Enhanced Talents Taskforce with them.

Just him, and the past that qualified him to do what he felt was right.

Cutting some of the distance between them with a few steps, he said, "His name's Simon Anders. People had been going missing in Ramapo Mountain State Forest for the past few months, so we went to check it out. We found a cailleach living in one of the caves, probably drawn closer to the trails because of the especially cold winter in the area. She wasn't happy about the humans invading the forest, so she'd been dragging hikers off when they passed by and killing them. We came across Simon in her cave, he was the only one still alive." Another howl of wind and sleet buffeted the complex, as if they had somehow been overheard even though they hadn't. "Something about the magic she used to sedate him — we don't know how yet, but it gave him power, a lot of it. And he's not handling it very well. Obviously." There was a faint shake of his head. "He caused a lot of damage in Oakland, then took off before we could find him. I figured he might be headed here, and he was." Lifting his chin towards the apartments, John clarified, "His sister lives here. She's the only family he has."

He paused for a split second. Here was where he was about to figure out how well this was liable to go. "I'm not sure what kinda danger his sister's in, but I don't want to hurt him. He's probably confused and angry, but if I can talk to Simon, I think I can convince him to turn himself in. His sister's apartment is on the tenth floor, so that's where I'm going."

[daratash]

Zahir watched the other agent reluctantly lower the gun with a distant, humorless smirk and a near-silent scoff; not surprising to see the Feds were as 'shoot first ask questions never' as the cops. Still, only when he didn't see any backlash for crossing his arms did his pulse ease back into calm. He spared a glance for the flash of the leader's - Myers, apparently - badge. BPRD, huh? Zahir had heard them mentioned once in a while, in particular since signing on with SDN, but hadn't met any agents directly since he and his older sister had been pulled aside at Customs. He doubted Myers was working for the agency then. Still, he wondered whether the man ever participated in other border stops, whether he'd ever sat across a plain grey table from children singled out for their powers, anxious tremors in their hands while they tried to seem brave for their families. Not important. Not right now.

What mattered was that Myers knew, in the here and now, who the hell had made this freak cold front ten times worse.

Gaze lingering instead on the shrouded building while the agent explained, Zahir broke down the most important pieces in his mind. So something called a... something Irish, it sounded almost like 'Kellogg' but he knew a fucking cereal didn't cause this. So an Irish creature off in the mountains had gotten pissed and cursed this Simon Anders guy. Then he wrecked a chunk of Oakland, then decided to make it his sister's problem? Zahir kind of wished it'd been a feuding couple.

Yet Agent Myers seemed to think talking was still on the table. Reluctantly, Zahir had to admit to himself... it was possible. He'd seen it work before when he hadn't expected it to. But the man was talking like the plan was going in alone - he shook his head. "That's where we're going, badge-boy," he insisted, offering a hand while his other lowered for the moment. "Come on. Tenth floor, right?"

If Myers accepted his offer, Zahir would pull him close enough to sweep the man up into a bridal carry, then take off into the air with another jet of flame around his lower legs. As he flew into the whirling storm, he did have to adjust his trajectory a few times, but saw the tenth-floor fire escape landing thanks to his polarized shades. He'd settle onto the landing without much issue, fire melting away the gathered snow and ice, then place Myers down in front of the door. "The sooner this shit gets done, the better," Zahir added over the wind. "And stay close when we're inside. Don't want a Fed getting fucking frostbite on my record."

[alythekitten]

The possum meme was too fitting to miss the opportunity to draw Flambae in it 🔥💕

[floatingtophats]

[lizichkiwi]

Gonna post some older stuff

[daratash]

for @myersbprd | from [X]

One reason he liked living in Torrance was the more temperate weather; even winters were pretty mild, just cooler temperatures and longer nights. So of course, some bitch-ass freak snowstorm had to fuck up his schedule. Instead of relaxing in the breakroom with Alice or Bruno or even Herman, he barely had time to report back to headquarters between dispatches. Had he any less practice controlling his fire, it probably would've burst out by now and singed a cat's tail off or something. His severed two fingers ached a bit, despite trying to massage them between jobs. So who could blame him for grumbling and snipping at Robert?

Just when Zahir had gotten himself out of the biting wind and sat down, of course there Robert was again in his earpiece. Some out-of-towner from the East fucking Coast had decided to make all this snow and ice worse, specifically around one apartment building to target someone inside. The call had been interrupted by the building's power cutting out, so Zahir had to admit it was actually time-sensitive. "Da khar bachey..." he muttered, then stood again with a quiet groan. "Alright, alright, I'm going. Should get a fucking vacation for this." Donning his polarized color shades yet again, he took off into the air with another jet of flame.

At least it wasn't too far; even if it was, it'd be pretty fucking obvious from the air. A column of cloud surrounded the apartments, gusts whipping up the sleet around it as well. Okay, either weather or ice powers, both usually long-distance. He'd stand his best chance up close. As he approached, a small cluster of dark cars parked near the anomaly caught his attention. What the fuck? On a longer look, even with the people there all bundled up, they seemed pretty official.

Though he only had a guess, he checked in with Robert. "Hey Robbo, I think we've got fucking Feds here. Might know about the guy behind this."

"Who says it's a guy?" Robert replied; a deflection to buy time for thought.

Zahir answered anyway. "Because it's always fucking straight guys pulling this kind of shit. His ex-girlfriend's probably in this apartment or something."

"Okay, you might have a point there." A sigh through the little speaker in his ear. "Alright, just... try not to piss 'em off, but you're still here to do a job and you're better-equipped for this than they are."

"Obviously, bitch." His smirk carried clear in his tone.

Tapping out, Zahir descended to the street - and immediately had to raise his hands when the nearest agent pointed a gun at him. If he got shot over this, he might break his streak of 'days without committing arson'. For now, he looked around the others and found his gaze drawn to one in particular. Not the tallest, or most muscular, but the other man had that sort of easy confidence and alertness in a crisis that Zahir privately admired about Robert. Had the same kind of vibe as his favorite dispatcher too, though maybe with less depression.

"Hey you," he called to the dark-haired man. "Looks like you're in charge here?"

"What makes you say that?" the agent aiming the gun cut in.

Zahir glanced over just long enough to retort, "Cause I know it's not you, trigger-happy motherfucker," with a quick up-and-down and a little curl of his upper lip. Returning his attention to the man he'd called out, he continued as if there'd been no interruption. "I'm Flambae, with SDN." Regrettable that the gun pointed at his head meant he couldn't include his usual flourish. "You know anything about who's doing this?" A tip of his head toward the obscured apartments.

[rpmememaker]

Send me a ¥ and a command and my muse has to obey.

Take advantage of this…….

[daratash]

LIKE / REPLY ON THIS POST for a starter!

if you wanna plot a bit first, that's fine too; just hop into my IMs!

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Headcanon Meme

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

❤- What does your muse look forwards on their soulmate?

❥- Can often/easily can your muse get heartbroken?

❣- What calms your muse down?

ღ- Sexuality?

⌚- Does your muse worry about time?

❅- Favorite time of the year?

✿- Does your muse like the nature in general?

✞- Does your muse have any kinds of religion?

✍- Can your muse write? How well/How bad?

✎- Can your muse draw? How well/How Bad?

☁- What kind of weather does your muse consider the best one

ツ- Can your muse speak any other language other than their main one?

∞- Does your muse believes in afterlife?

✺- Something your muse finds pretty

✆- What your muse’s phone gallery is filled with?

❦- What is your muse’s favorite fruit?

❧- What is your muse’s favorite kind of food?

‽- Something your muse has problem in understanding

☺- Something that makes your muse happy

☹- Something that makes your muse sad/upset

✉- How often does your muse text?

⌨- How often does your muse use the computer?

♫- What is your muse’s taste in music?

♯- Something that gets your muse angry

⋆- Your muse’s future dream and why

☮- How much your muse worries about appearance?

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Describe your muse on anon and my muse will say if they would date them or not.

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Bonus: Include the basic details: gender, age, height, likes, dislikes, hair/eye color, race, and anything else my character should know.

[daratash]

[didn't get me down yet, ye weird puritans of tumblr staff

like damn, heaven forfend i have like 2 headcanon posts talking about sexual things

meanwhile i STILL get straggler p*rnbots pestering my blogs sometimes, but noooo the problem is clearly me, a human adult, filling out a headcanon meme for this angry flaming goober. clearly.

RAAAGH okay anyway i'm good, just had to vent]