Hug Prinny
“Why for christ's sake are y’all hugging it?” Destiny demanded, backing the hell away from the flaming, firework-spewing plush toy. How was that everyone’s first impulse? Was she seriously the only person here with any sense of self-preservation? Maybe they have their pain setting turned down. Mm. That’d do it. She supposed if she couldn’t actually feel a live burn, her body’d be as good as anything else for beating out a stray fire. What the hell, why not.
Swiping up on her palm menu, Destiny adjusted her settings and squared her shoulders before making a run at the penguin. She started out with enough speed, but the closer she got, the less inclined she felt to actually throw herself on a burning pyre of bird-shaped stuffing. By the time she reached Prinny (and the many other people already attempting to snuff out the flames with their physical affection) Destiny just slowed, looked the dogpile up and down, and threw herself on top of it. “This workin’?” she asked, propping up her head by digging her elbow into somebody else’s back. That fire just wouldn't quit. What had the toyshop made the damn plushie out of, matchsticks?
Roll
145
Fire's Health: 568/1500 HP