Private - Pyromane de Honeyhome

When time eventually came for Niko to find herself back upon the login screen to the game which had been her escape, she hesitated. Her finger lingered a moment, before finally coming to impact, sending her conscious hurtling back into the world that she had been temporarily been absent form. This hesitation was a strange twist, as all actions prior had been taken with imminent haste. From the entering to her apartment, to the re-establishment of her gaming equipment, everything had been without a second thought. The reasoning as to why she had hesitated that moment her eyes met her character's name was unbeknownst to her.

It was a new feeling that came to her, as she stumbled into her in-game form. There seemed not to be anyone near by to notice it, as her avatar phased into the virtual reality, taking up the reigns in the location where it had last left off. "Heh..." She chuckled to herself, peering around at the thin alley around her, high walls of stone on either side of her. Leaning against one of the walls, she began scouring menus and modifying customization options. Before, her actions had been subtle within the game. She had always been a keen eye first, and a combatant second, but she wanted to change that.

Hours later, the menus around her came down. With quite a bit of her saved up currency, she had managed to dawn upon herself a new face. This younger form came with hair slightly longer than before, though still rather short and of a similar shade. Her elegant garb had been traded in preference for a more casual, comfortable attire.

Sliding a hand along a stone foundation beside her, she attempted to focus her magical energies, expecting the same purple glow that had previously radiated from her hands to return, but instead, a new hue appeared. This one was more orange, and shone more brightly. She grit her teeth, as it seemed this magic pooled less from the precision of her focus, and more from the grit of her passion.

As she pooled her energies, like she had done so many times before, she wondered what would happen when she released it this time. Her hand residing upon the wall next to her, built upon large, round stones, she released this conflagration. Her orange glow flowed like water through the seems of the stone, webbing out as though it were slime, oozing into the cracks of the structure, before a soft sizzling could be heard.

"Well that's new... Maybe--" She spoke to herself, but her final word was cut off, as the glow became violent, extending itself towards her in a volatile explosion. Her vision went black, as smoke followed, the cantankerous noise of the explosion causing her ears to ring. Stumbling from the little alley, she peered left and right. Nearly all of the civilians who had slowly frequenting the street in the small settlement of Honeyhome quickly evacuated, terrorized.

Under a moon beginning to reach into the sky, Nalla chuckled to herself, enjoying this start to her new identity. She certainly had not meant to make a scene, but so it had ended up. Her chuckle, though innocent in nature, appeared perhaps a bit more like insanity to anyone who may be watching, as half of her hair had been blasted backwards, scorched black, while the left side of her clothing shard this dark shift. "Hahaha... Incredible."

@Kanashimi

 

It definitely was not the first time that Kanashimi had gone to Honeyhome. In fact, upon her very first login she had found herself travelling to be within the confining walls of the village. The knowledge that she sought indeed had confirmed her suspicions. The non player characters definitely treated the adventurers as if they were tools for success. She had been pestered about with various quests. Yet not a single one was of interest to the masochist. What had brought the footsteps of the sadistic girl to the walls of Honeyhome was a mystery. With no purpose in setting out to the village again, Kanashimi was left to wonder what she would be doing in the village. Perhaps if she were to head to the highest or lowest parts of the town she would find the very quest that would add to her exotic nature.

This time, Kana was arriving at Honeyhome at night. Her eyes glowing in the light that the moon gave off. Scanning.. Looking for anything of interest. Not a moment too soon, Ilya could hear screams of terror screeching through the air of the night. The gleaming ice blue eyes shifting towards the area that the noise came from. A sickly grin attaching its way to her frosted blue lips. Her feet now picked up speed, yet silent as ever as Kana headed towards the fiery red glow that appeared from where the sound of terror came from. If Kana was lucky she would find what she had been looking for.. Or perhaps something of interest to her.

Kanashimi's tongue drew out of her lips, licking them. Her eyes shining in psychotic nature as she drew ever closer to the origin of the sound. Her milky white skin giving off an unearthly hue as each street flashed behind her. The predator nearing the prey it had been searching for for so long. The red light mere feet away... The corner looming in front of her. Icy blue nails gripped the corner, pulling Kana's body into view.

People fleeing from the ally that had held the red glow.. Kana's eyes scanned the area. The sight of smoke with a single outlined figure as Kana's head was tilted away from the figure changed her. Catching the last word that the figure spoke, Kana continued to watch.. Her interest dwindling to mere crumbs. The own tone of voice that the figure held was more of pride in their abilities than the fact that there were screams of terror.. Easy prey are those that are already frightened.. Though Kana stood, unable to chase her prey down.. Her frustration flashing in her mind without taking physical appearance on her milky white flesh.

Now that Kana has showed up she had to act of some decency. Unsure of the figure's own views on the world around her. Undoubtedly knowing that the figure would have by now noticed Kana, she simply stood there.. Watching, the aura around Kana had instantly changed. The original purpose for why Kana had investigated the very scene that lay out in front of her disappearing from her stance.. Her eyes shifting to mimic surprise.. Rather perfectly changing her smirk to one of surprise to match her easily forced expression on her face. The vibrating image that Kana now held was no longer sadistic in nature, yet that of a concerned player.. Surprised at what actions had occurred in the night..

With a tilt of her head, Kana was now facing the figure completely. Her expressions now being readable.

 

Nalla's focus had been lost within her own palms. This was a new kind of power that she harnessed. Something that she had never expected to wield, stemming from an undiscovered quadrant of her thoughts. But there was something unmistakably satisfying about it. The alluring and enticing gratification of cause and effect pumped through her veins, in the same respect that occurs within an infantile child while they run from their parents in play. I was... Exciting.

She had expected the street around her to be completely void at this point, and allowed this idea to go unconfirmed, not yet noticing the apparently concerned figure who had appeared down the way. Her eyes turned, as though it were the most obvious next order of business, to a tree nearby. She remembered once in the past, the trees of Brisshal had been target practice for her arcanamancy. And, well, it was the dead of night. She smirked, allowing the warning of consequence echo within her mind, before she slammed the door upon such precautions.

Bringing her right hand forward, she slipped one of her talismans from her pocket. Taking the paper into her right hand, she clasped it briefly together between her palms. Closing her eyes, she focused her energies, preparing another evocation. Lines of volatile ember rose around her, swirling into her hands. She was not prepared for the memories that soon spiraled into her consciousness, fogging her mind like a cloud of static around her brain. For a brief moment, her mental state became completely detached from the situation.

She remembered the great fire elemental, Azog. In her memories, she lived out the memories through first person. First the leap, as she, in the body of Eleanor, dove head first into the maw of the beast, her body beginning to burn up as she entered it's form. From the fringes of her shape, the flames consumed her, first converting cloth to ember, then flesh to ash. In moments, there was nothing, and her body had evaporated into the monster's fiery core, but a second later, she saw something. A glimmer from within it. The subtle tick... Tick... Tick...

Boom. From the insides of the dying Azog, an entity emerged with a violent entrance, leaving streaks of fire across the ground around her. Back to reality, she returned, having held above her head and lobbed with both hands a fireball not two feet in diameter towards the tree. The earth and grass beneath her feet sizzled, embers floating from around them into the air. The tree, in one moment existed without care, eternal and natural, was suddenly enveloped in fire, the leaves being the flame's first easy meal.
Then, each incinerating lick reached farther into the web of branches, and to the core. In a matter of seconds, the growth had become an inferno, then a scorched corpse.

"Hahaha!" Nalla could not hide the smile on her face. It had been something she had longed for. She had existed for so long without action, both during her time as her previous identity, and in the real world. The sensation of letting go of that all, of lobbing brilliant, igneous death from her hands... It was certainly a therapeutic power trip, one could say. At the moment, she could care less as the horrified inhabitants of the town shutting their windows, and praying for their lives.

"O-oh..." The smile quickly faded, as she turned to find a witness to her fit of fire. One who had not run from her... But did not appear as though she were a regular part of the village. "Heh..." She nervously chuckled, expecting to be condemned for her mad actions. Certainly, she appeared of the hysterical variety of folk, the explosion from the alley having scorched the left side of her head black, with it's hair blasted backwards, the marks of an apparent and deep burn upon her cheek. She pointed towards the tree, nervously... "Sorry about that."

@Kanashimi

 

The apology that slipped out of the lips of the girl, who seemingly had suffered from the fires she had been producing from her palms cascaded through the dead air, landing on Kanashimi's ears. The small smile that lifted upon her face, being a rather optimistc outlook, quite normally Kana's face would appear that of a smirk, her eyes twinkling devilishly. The opportunity this had given her was great. "About what?" Feigning ignorance, Kanashimi tilted her head to the side, one of her looped braids now dipping low past her ear, the other was now pinned to her neck. Her glowing blue eyes seemed innocent as the specific expression shone on her face.

The tree that she had pointed to could barely be called a tree. The shape of a black stick in the ground was all that was left after the pyromaniac's play time. "Why are you burning everything?" It was rather a blunt question for Kana to ask, as normally she would never dwaddle around in anything of the sort, yet here she stood asking the pyromaniac why she played with fire.. Much like asking myself why I play with pain..

 

"Oh, no no!" Nalla expeditiously heightened her hands, leaving them at around shoulder level with the surface of her palms pointed outwards, elbows maintaining a meager angle. While she had taken the stance of a defendant, she had transitioned to this state with the same readiness and haste as a gunslinger would reach for their pistol. Due to this aggressive quickness, she even made herself sputter in hesitation briefly, as if she expected that maybe the tastes of flame that lingered beneath the surface might slip out if she moved to hurriedly. "I'm not burning everything!" She had briefly set aside the first question regarding her apology to manage the outwardly more pressing matter.

Why not burn everything? There was a little voice that spoke to her inside her cavern of thoughts. This dank hideaway, a place that had always been all but void, home only to the wandering notions of it's owner seemed to be invaded by a new perspective. The sound resounded like thunder, with a tone resembling the crackle snapping noise that fire makes, as it ingests a ligneous feast. The little voice that had spoken in her mind, that had whispered the haunting lullaby into the basalt cocoon that had given birth to her moments prior in the alley, had just returned with another statement, interrupting the stream of ideas with a suggestion of chaos. While her conscious quickly rejected the proposal, perhaps it was not wrong to consider. After all, this game was an outlet to her, so... Why not utilize it a little? The demon that lingered in her conscious gripped the reigns!

"I lost control for a second, I think. I've got it under control now." Taking the choice to firmly 'get a grip', the pryomancer clenched her fists, bringing the hands down to her sides. This right flexion of the fingers managed to drown out the fire that had been congregating beneath the surface. The lines of fire being prisoners preparing their escape from imprisonment, this physical recognition of their shady scheming, laid a spotlight onto their convention, and sent them skittering back to their cells.

Turning her gaze back towards the tree, she noticed embers still dancing around pieces of scorched earth. These miniature flames pranced through the air, as though they had no fear of attention, but they would have done better if they had. Making her way over to these potential-filled, young wildfires, Nalla leaned forward slightly and attempted to stomp them out. Unfortunately for her, with each stomp, she seemed only to instigate further movement of the embers, the bottom of her boot not exactly the coldest surface. "Sorry again." She glanced back with the scorched side of her face, peeking one eye towards the stranger. "I did not mean to cause a scene."

Her next instinct would have been to share her own name, but she hesitated. Was she proud of her actions? Certainly, these were not the actions that an Eleanor would undertake. She scoffed at herself, somewhat embarrassed. "I'm Nalla."