flame on
☄ — @chpyre
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.