[A heavy boot crushes a twig underfoot as a slim figure walks into frame. The young man mutters under his breath as he looks at the desolate landscape of the Western District. There's nothing to burn here...nothing impressive. He could feel the Promare within him. Whining. Like an itch he could not scratch.
The blond grits his teeth as if responding to an internal dialogue and then stomps his foot hard, igniting the little snapped twig. It burns with a neon pink glow before fizzling out]
THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING OUT HERE. Just dirt and heat and...
[He opens his palm, the same type of neon pink fire aglow in his hand now. His expression is tight but there's some sad distress in his eyes alongside his anger.]
No one. No other Burnish. It's just me...
[he closes his hand into a tight fist and walks a little further with smoldering frustration. He sees the dying husk of an old building. he gives a grin and then lobs a fireball towards it, setting the whole place ablaze in seconds.]
Lio Fotia | Promare
The blond grits his teeth as if responding to an internal dialogue and then stomps his foot hard, igniting the little snapped twig. It burns with a neon pink glow before fizzling out]
THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING OUT HERE. Just dirt and heat and...
[He opens his palm, the same type of neon pink fire aglow in his hand now. His expression is tight but there's some sad distress in his eyes alongside his anger.]
No one. No other Burnish. It's just me...
[he closes his hand into a tight fist and walks a little further with smoldering frustration. He sees the dying husk of an old building. he gives a grin and then lobs a fireball towards it, setting the whole place ablaze in seconds.]
Okay, I feel a little better.