INTRO LOG

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[[Exactly what it says on the tin! This is just an initial log to sort of get things started and is largely freeform, open to (but not limited to):

-Meetings before classes start
-First day business
-Dorm shenanigans meetings
-First classes in progress
-or whatever the heck else you want to do for beginning-of-term things!

There's a CR meme up now for some initial planning if you like, or feel free to just hop in here.]]

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

Am I supposed to be embarrassed by that? Fire's in my blood. I can feel it, constantly, like my pulse. Of course it goes up when there's more.

[again, there could easily be a trick here, considering Petre's the only fireproof person in the school. But john still won't pretend like fire doesn't excite him.]

Like it doesn't get you off using people like puppets.

[broil]

Well. [he rolls his eyes to think, pursing his lips to the side] I can use people like puppets to get me off.

[it's true.]

But it's not as much fun when it's you.

[shrug.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

I can't burn you to death and you can't fuck me.

[it makes him laugh a little, quietly. Both their mutations fail them on this one.]

Not how you want, anyway. Almost sounds like grounds for a truce.

[broil]

[a sigh.]

That's so boring, John. Let's go back to what we were.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

What we are? At each other's throats all the time, tearing the fucking school apart to try and win whatever the hell this is?

Fine. But you're the one who's too bored by everything you want to actually have it. No more blaming me.

[broil]

I'm only bored by what you want. Don't get things mixed up. [shaking his finger. His eye is pretty swollen by now.]

Do I look sexy yet?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Already blaming me. [a sigh. He'll never get it.

Which the question proves, but it does offer the chance to get a bit more leverage from that punch. He leans close again, skates his thumb lightly over the bruised skin - then pushes down on it, hard.]

Petre. You'll never, ever be sexy to me.

[broil]

[OW. And Petre actually winces away, slapping John's hand.]

You're responsible for my new make-up, at least be decent enough to compliment it.

[flapping his hand at John like he's swatting a fly.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[he laughs delightedly at that reaction.]

This is what you wanted. To keep things as they are.

[broil]

And you actually did something I told you to? Be still my heart.

[arranging his hair now.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Nah, I would've done that even if we were friends. You deserved it for the stupid question.

[broil]

And now I'm just resentful.

[must you ruin everything!]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

One day you might even resent me so much you decide to just avoid me.

[see? He can scheme too.]

[broil]

Unlikely. Hate sex is amazing.

[wise words John]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[How many ways can he rephrase "you are never having sex with me"?]

For fuck's sake. I'm starting to think a maybe would actually cool you down a bit.

[broil]

[never say nevr]

Maybe.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Alright, maybe. One day. You get hell to freeze over and maybe I will fuck you.

[broil]

Poor choice of words. I could probably get the Devil to do that for me.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Right. You get on that.

[broil]

[salutes.]

I'll look up some Satanic rituals.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Don't let any demons loose in our room, we fuck it up badly enough as it is.

[smiling. Joking. The friendship that almost was. John shifts around to face front again, frowning down at his lighter.]

[broil]

You might've just found a demon in me.

[because noodles can't resist]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Fuck, wouldn't that explain a lot.

[the set up and the slam dunk. Aw yeah.

Anyway, he's got a flame up again, just letting his fingers dance over it. Reshaping it in subtle ways. Mindless but focussing. Soothing. It can take him in either direction, depending on the situation and how he uses it.]

You want what you can't have. In your version, you get it hooked. Prove it as wrong as possible. Best guess, then you get bored and move on. [his gaze slides back toward petre.] You ever think about how fast that'll blow up in a fishbowl like this?

[broil]

[He tilts his head slightly, like John just said something completely unintelligible.]

You should understand that better than anyone, John. Isn't that what fire's all about? Eat it up until there's nothing left. Once it's ash, then you let it go.

[Greed, lust, wrath and gluttony all tied up in a velvet bag.

His hand is closed into a fist. Then, like sand from his hand, he opens up and lets it go.]

We're the same, Johnny. You know me better than anyone. And you know we can't be contained, no matter how hard these walls are.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[They're not the same in the slightest, he thinks fiercely. But he's smiling. A fevered, manic smile.

Interpersonal drama wan't exactly how he saw this going down. But it's osmall>ne way of proving the school, and especially the Professor, incompetent. And then a power and stability vacuum.]

Makes a pretty picture the way you paint it.

[this is exactly how he got suckered in the first time. We, us, enough to make him forget that he's the ashes rather than the fire when it comes to petre. Everyone else is.]