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mansions2013-09-14 04:41 pm
blizzardkaiser) wrote in mansions2013-09-14 04:41 pm
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[Obsidian.
Obsidian, stop that.
People are going to need to use the kitchen sometime.
You can't just sit in front of the oven and watch the burner.
Obsidian, no.]
Obsidian, stop that.
People are going to need to use the kitchen sometime.
You can't just sit in front of the oven and watch the burner.
Obsidian, no.]
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[This guy seems stoic, even for a heel. He relaxes slightly, a bit relieved not to have to engage in a pissing contest for HEEL DOMINANCE or whatever.]
....
.
....
Just if you have a name.
[good save. He coughs.]
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He nods.]
Hell Kaiser. Or just Kaiser.
...
...my name is Fubuki but it isn't used.
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Well. I already met a Kaiserin.
She didn't want me using her name either.
I'll try not to get you mixed up.
[have fun imagining what a lady-you went through :'( ]
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...
...a Kaiserin...
[yeah he looks pretty troubled.]
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I'm pretty sure she was Kaiserin back when she was at Duel Academy too.
[He lights a cig on the burner and puffs.]
My stage name's Inferno.
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[good job he's so concerned he lost his ellipses :( ]
...Inferno...
...seems strange. But fitting.
For you to be fire.
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Goes with the collars.
[He straightens his complicated looking coat.
Hmm...
This guy seemed impressed by his OTHER tricks...]
This's why.
[He flicks a button. There's a soft hiss as hidden channels on his coat fill with wicking fluid.
He waves his arm over the open flame and suddenly his coat ENGULFS
but he doesn't seem too concerned.
The flame spreads in a quick, almost choreographed fashion, sweeping up his arms until it arcs over his back and tall collar, just barely licking the back of his hair. His buzzsaw's a little more shorn in the back than most joumes just for this reason.]
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Waaaaaaaaay better than pyrotechnics!
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He stares, completely drawn in by the roaring flame and the firelight accounts for the red face, doesn't it?]
It's...
Better. When it's real.
[He's almost reaching forward with his free hand, like he wants to join him, go up in flames just the same way.]
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I wouldn't do that unless you're wearing all fireproof gear too.
[He steps backwards. The paraffin channels on his coat soon run dry and the flames dwindle and die. The effect can only sustain itself for a half minute at best.]
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...
...
...teach me.
[He holds a hand up and tries to imitate the way Red moved his fingers when he was passing the flame between them.]
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Red blinks. He didn't think he'd be THAT impressed.]
...well.
This is a custom coat... Honestly, it does most of the work.
[He unbuckles a few things and takes it off so he can show off the back of it jeeze he's skinny]
It's fire-proof, so the fire only burns along these lines in the jacket. They all feed into a reservoir of wicking fluid I use for all my stunts.
[He considers, then hangs his coat on a chair.]
But I guess I could show you fire-eatin.
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...
...could you?
[He flicks out his tongue contemplatively.
red i hope you know what you're getting into]
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He looks smug in a Grapes-y kind of way, setting his arms akimbo.]
It mostly just takes practice and pain tolerance. There's no real trick to it.
[He unsnaps a red plastic stick from the side of his coat - it looks like he has about 6 on there all together, all tipped with a wad of torn up cotton fabric.]
This is the most basic form.
[He dips the stick - a torch - into the paraffin well of his coat, then lights it on the fire.]
This stuff is nontoxic, so it doesn't really matter if you get it in your mouth...
[He tips his head back and slowly lowers the flaming end of the torch into his mouth and extinguishes it.
When he does that, Obsidian can probably get a really good look at the gnarly scars on his throat. 8( ]
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...practice and...pain tolerance.
I can do that.
[(i don't think "tolerance" is a strong enough word for you obsidian)
He leans forward to swipe one of the sticks off Red's coat and dip it, but then stares at it a moment like he's not sure he wants to attempt this after all.]
...
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[He lights his torch again and tilts his head alll the way back.]
Fire will always go upwards, so you have to point your mouth up, too. That way you can put th' end of the torch in there without burnin' your cheeks or anything.
Then you exhale and blow it out, or close your mouth around it and suffocate it. It'll go out almost instantly, but don't be surprised if you end up with a bunch of blisters on your lips.
[He slooooowly lowers the torch into his mouth and it never dawns on him how PHALLIC it looks lmao]
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wow
He watches very intently until Red is finished, then lights his own torch and tips his head back, tongue out, eyes falling half-closed. he has practice making things ridiculous and phallic ok
He lowers it slowly -- just as he was shown -- and as soon as the cloth is in his mouth he closes his lips around it, letting out a small noise at the burn. His throat bobs like he believes he can actually swallow the flame.]
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...
That was easier than I expected.
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Don't swallow, you'll end up hocking up.. gh...
[speaking of. He tries to restrain it, but he starts coughing, gripping the edge of a table for balance. He usually does his tricks faster than that, and taking big deep demonstrative breaths pushed his lungs too hard.]
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...Oh. Something went wrong...?
He stands up and moves to Red's side, watching him.]
...should I find help?
[He's more concerned than he looks.]
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[He recovers for a moment and waves dismissively, shaking his head between coughs.]
Nhh... No.... I just...
[wheeze]
Breathed too damn much, I guess.
[BITTER MUMBLE]
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...from the burn collars?
[He touches his own throat again, through the fabric of the turtleneck.]
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[His cough falls into a wheezy, bitter chuckle. It takes a lot out of him, though, so he crumples down into a chair.]