[ harry's look gets duller at him, a little more annoyed when he starts talking but then it eases up. he smiles at being called pretty for a second ]
Duh. Obviously it's not my fault. I've been saying it the entire time. [ he moves a hair out of his face and shrugs again ] They should listen like I do otherwise you're not going to realize how big of a dick you are.
[It's nothing exciting to him, just firing off some blasts from his lighter and maybe seeing how he can shape and quickly direct them, but Harry got a ridiculous high from the tiny bit he could do inside. This should jack him up for the week.]
I'm in a situation here, man. How does that make me a dick? Who'd be rational about having a crazy stalker put a forcefield around them?
[ he glances up to check the sky when they're out, counting clouds maybe before looking back at him. ]
Just because you're in a situation doesn't mean you can act like an asshole to people not in your situation, mmkay? No excuse for dickhole behavior unless you're like... actually dying.
Oh, so you're gonna make me a nice person? [He slides a hand into his pocket, smirking broadly.] Good luck with that. If it works, make sure you get on the payroll here, 'cause they've been beating their heads against that brick wall for two years.
[And his lighter's out, a massive jet of flame shooting out and weaving a precise spiral up one of the basketball court's hoops. It slides up through the net in reverse, not even singing the actual rope, then curls back down and crashes into the cement. That leaves a scorch mark, but fuck it, it's an outdoor court.]
No. You can be a jerk just not a full blown dick. Specifically to me. Because I am really nice and fun and didn't deserve that. Also I am not taking shit.
[ he shuffles his feet idly and dusts something off his shirt - not exactly expecting john to suddenly shoot that much fire through hoops. it's a spike of energy he wasn't prepped for. last time there was a lead up - the flame being out for a moment before anything was done to it. boom. fire. it's an awesome trick too.
he dropped his bag and just stares at john with his mouth open and a hand on his heart, which sped up considerably. goodness gracious great balls of fire. ]
How many points is that? [ he went through the hoop. that's points. ]
[He rolls his eyes.] Right. Just keep me up to date on my rank, I'll watch that.
[But he knew his show would be impressive, both in terms of energy and display, so soon enough he's grinning again and drawing a bit more flame into his palm for his next shot.]
Through the net backwards? Probably negative points. Good thing I don't give a shit about sports.
[This time the fire shoots straight upward in two separate strands, twisting together like DNA, all the way above the highest roof of the mansion before they spread apart, then bend and come together in a massive explosion. Nothing is remotely damaged or touched, but he still mutters:]
[ massive explosions. he's going to burst. harry's fidgety now - gripping hands at his sides - flexing them. his eyes are big and completely focused, following the fire john makes with his eyes, breathing quickly. he loves this. it's madness. he thinks the fire is incredible, loves seeing the explosion. loves the feeling he gets from it. the warmth - the energy - the power. like your insides are burning up.
and a lot for him. a lot. a little much for the middle of the day when he's got nothing to do. he is so not sleeping tonight. he'll be up for hours. hell, he might be up all week if john keeps this going. he's fanning himself with one of his hands, and moving next to john ]
Okay, I think I'm tripping balls now. Was the explosion needed?
Too much? [He flips his lighter closed - it's not enough for him, but he'll get the rest out later.] I do this every time I get out of there. That explosion barely made up for three hours of pages turning as my soundtrack, okay.
[He crosses his arms over his chest and watches Harry jitter away with a sharp grin.]
Besides, you're my best audience. You deserve the best.
I don't know about too much. [ it's not like harry does moderation but ] You can keep going but I haven't exactly stood in a burning building before so I have no idea what would happen. Pretty sure overcharging batteries makes them explode, dude.
[ he's talking quickly now. jittering around like a humming bird. he smiles back - BEAMS even. stupidly happy grin. gives him a thumbs up. ]
I'll give you a break. Just this once. [Lighter in his pocket. Harry's naturally got such a slow, drawling voice that the amusement of hearing him chatter like this is enough to make up for his own pent-up energy still waiting to be released.]
So when you said you could take away my bad mood without draining me - does that mean it's a two-way thing?
Gee, thanks. [ he's snapping his fingers for no reason, bouncing on his heels. grabbing the pole to the basketball hoop with a hand and spinning around it a little. hello energy. ]
Yeah, I mean - How do you think I get laid without everyone fucking dying on me? Ha ha. I have to like actively focus on giving it back. It's not an involuntary thing that stays on all the time like the other way around. I usually don't even bother sharing that it could go both ways because it's draining as shit. I give back double what I take. It usually sucks unless I'm hyped to shit to begin with but you looked like you needed it more than I did at the time. I don't know. [ talking a mile a minute ]
[Okay, now the rambling is starting to give him a headache. He thinks he gets the idea, at least, and can't help but be curious about kinds of energy; do they feel different? Harry talks about them almost like highs, variations on a narcotic effect, but -
Close your eyes, John. You don't know things don't work unless you try them.
[ he's thinking of a way to trick this. trick john's perception. he could get him. he's positive. he's so fucking hyped up about it too. this is definitely too much energy. ]
[He's going to end up on his ass, or right on his back, on the lawn. He knows this. But regardless, he closes his eyes, tense and practically bracing for the jerk backward that will toss him ass over breakfast.]
[It's not actually the touch that gets him this time, because there's just enough time for the force of the fire energy flowing through Harry's veins to hit him, and that throws him forward onto his hands and knees. Jesus. It feels like his mutation short circuits for a moment, trying to read heat within his own body, then combusts itself because there's simply too much. Not heat in the sense of burning, not arousal, not being piled under too many blankets or in a stifling room: pure, raw, in a way that even he can't explain because it shouldn't rightfully exist. Only fire itself should understand this sensation, and it has no power of comprehension.
He can't get up just yet. In fact, he falls to his elbows, shaking with the force of it. What Petre never got in the bursts of energy he received from Harry was the negative feedback effect of it being his own mutation bounced back at him, only in a form it can't understand. His body and mind are confused and snarled, but unquestionably exhilarated.]
How long does this last? [It's almost a wail. He drops his head, clasping it in his hands and trying to reorient himself in the world.]
[ pure raw fire energy. harry gets it, because it's his to take. harry converts rawness. gets it. it's indescribable in a way. he explains energy the best way he knows how to - compares them to drugs. the feeling. it's all a different form of high. john reacts by falling over. harry rationalizes it as a bad trip. ]
Are you okay?
[ he crouches next to him, hands on his knees. furrowing his brows. there's a look of concern but it isn't too deep. what a drama queen, he thinks for a moment. it's a shock to the system the first time - always is. he thinks that's what it is for a bit. though he wonders if feeding fire back to someone who controls it could have consequences. act first. think after. john will thank him when he gets used to it. ]
I only poked you. Just a minute. I take most of it back.
[He rides it out, Harry's voice grounding him, and then just as suddenly - something clicks into place. His head clears. There's a buzzing, he could swear it's audible, right under his skin and through his muscles and down to his bones. He's steady when he gets up, eyes a little too wide, irises nearly blacked out.
It's not quite the hyperkinetic energy Harry gets, but something more controlled, dangerous. He feels slightly blurred at the edges, but not in a way that weakens him; more like he's moving so quickly that the afterimage is all people can see. No, not movement - like light-blindness. Like staring into the heart of a fire and then glancing away.
At the very core of this feeling is a soaring euphoria verging on mania. He can do anything. He can be anything. The world is absolutely his, never mind this school. A million Professors couldn't stand in his way.]
Holy fuck. [He stares at Harry, hands trembling at his sides.] I need - to do something. Something huge.
[ there it is. he got used to it. john's high off fire - he figured he would be. more than anyone else might be. harry can't help but grinning when he looks at him, hands clasping together in front of himself. he rubs them together. ]
You're going to get in serious trouble if you blow something up.
[Even the way he's moving back toward the school is different; he's got a predatory sort of prowl to his step now, not his usual swagger. He absolutely reeks of bad things about to go down, not a single care for stealth, but that's because he doesn't give a shit if he's caught. Nothing can get in his way right now.
It's just another bland, paneled corridor to which he leads them, but there's one panel that can be nudged in just such a way, such a place, to make the wall swivel inward and reveal a faintly blue-lit elevator car that looks like some kind of space pod. He steps in first, then waits for Harry.]
[ oh we're going. he's picking his stuff back up and follows behind john quickly. he's watching him carefully. the switch in walk. the lack of actually caring anymore. john on fire is intimidating and hot. (ha ha ha HOT) ]
Do all round elevators go to secret labs?
[ he steps in after him, going against the wall. drumming his hands at his sides ]
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Duh. Obviously it's not my fault. I've been saying it the entire time. [ he moves a hair out of his face and shrugs again ] They should listen like I do otherwise you're not going to realize how big of a dick you are.
[ he's still following closely ]
Okay, what are we doing?
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[It's nothing exciting to him, just firing off some blasts from his lighter and maybe seeing how he can shape and quickly direct them, but Harry got a ridiculous high from the tiny bit he could do inside. This should jack him up for the week.]
I'm in a situation here, man. How does that make me a dick? Who'd be rational about having a crazy stalker put a forcefield around them?
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[ he glances up to check the sky when they're out, counting clouds maybe before looking back at him. ]
Just because you're in a situation doesn't mean you can act like an asshole to people not in your situation, mmkay? No excuse for dickhole behavior unless you're like... actually dying.
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[And his lighter's out, a massive jet of flame shooting out and weaving a precise spiral up one of the basketball court's hoops. It slides up through the net in reverse, not even singing the actual rope, then curls back down and crashes into the cement. That leaves a scorch mark, but fuck it, it's an outdoor court.]
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[ he shuffles his feet idly and dusts something off his shirt - not exactly expecting john to suddenly shoot that much fire through hoops. it's a spike of energy he wasn't prepped for. last time there was a lead up - the flame being out for a moment before anything was done to it. boom. fire. it's an awesome trick too.
he dropped his bag and just stares at john with his mouth open and a hand on his heart, which sped up considerably. goodness gracious great balls of fire. ]
How many points is that? [ he went through the hoop. that's points. ]
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[But he knew his show would be impressive, both in terms of energy and display, so soon enough he's grinning again and drawing a bit more flame into his palm for his next shot.]
Through the net backwards? Probably negative points. Good thing I don't give a shit about sports.
[This time the fire shoots straight upward in two separate strands, twisting together like DNA, all the way above the highest roof of the mansion before they spread apart, then bend and come together in a massive explosion. Nothing is remotely damaged or touched, but he still mutters:]
I'm gonna get shit for that one.
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and a lot for him. a lot. a little much for the middle of the day when he's got nothing to do. he is so not sleeping tonight. he'll be up for hours. hell, he might be up all week if john keeps this going. he's fanning himself with one of his hands, and moving next to john ]
Okay, I think I'm tripping balls now. Was the explosion needed?
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[He crosses his arms over his chest and watches Harry jitter away with a sharp grin.]
Besides, you're my best audience. You deserve the best.
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[ he's talking quickly now. jittering around like a humming bird. he smiles back - BEAMS even. stupidly happy grin. gives him a thumbs up. ]
Number one fan right here.
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So when you said you could take away my bad mood without draining me - does that mean it's a two-way thing?
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Yeah, I mean - How do you think I get laid without everyone fucking dying on me? Ha ha. I have to like actively focus on giving it back. It's not an involuntary thing that stays on all the time like the other way around. I usually don't even bother sharing that it could go both ways because it's draining as shit. I give back double what I take. It usually sucks unless I'm hyped to shit to begin with but you looked like you needed it more than I did at the time. I don't know. [ talking a mile a minute ]
Close your eyes for a second.
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- oh jesus, not this again.]
It won't work.
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[ he's thinking of a way to trick this. trick john's perception. he could get him. he's positive. he's so fucking hyped up about it too. this is definitely too much energy. ]
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[ he walks very carefully, making sure he's heard walking away - and then quietly tip toes back to him, trying to get him off guard.
and then pokes the back of his neck. surprise. ]
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He can't get up just yet. In fact, he falls to his elbows, shaking with the force of it. What Petre never got in the bursts of energy he received from Harry was the negative feedback effect of it being his own mutation bounced back at him, only in a form it can't understand. His body and mind are confused and snarled, but unquestionably exhilarated.]
How long does this last? [It's almost a wail. He drops his head, clasping it in his hands and trying to reorient himself in the world.]
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Are you okay?
[ he crouches next to him, hands on his knees. furrowing his brows. there's a look of concern but it isn't too deep. what a drama queen, he thinks for a moment. it's a shock to the system the first time - always is. he thinks that's what it is for a bit. though he wonders if feeding fire back to someone who controls it could have consequences. act first. think after. john will thank him when he gets used to it. ]
I only poked you. Just a minute. I take most of it back.
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It's not quite the hyperkinetic energy Harry gets, but something more controlled, dangerous. He feels slightly blurred at the edges, but not in a way that weakens him; more like he's moving so quickly that the afterimage is all people can see. No, not movement - like light-blindness. Like staring into the heart of a fire and then glancing away.
At the very core of this feeling is a soaring euphoria verging on mania. He can do anything. He can be anything. The world is absolutely his, never mind this school. A million Professors couldn't stand in his way.]
Holy fuck. [He stares at Harry, hands trembling at his sides.] I need - to do something. Something huge.
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You're going to get in serious trouble if you blow something up.
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Licking his lower lip idly, he glances toward the school, then back at Harry.] Weren't we gonna take a joyride?
[He doesn't mean the car.]
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Yes, we were!
[ the levels of excitement here. it's hardly his fault. he's still running on fire. ]
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[Even the way he's moving back toward the school is different; he's got a predatory sort of prowl to his step now, not his usual swagger. He absolutely reeks of bad things about to go down, not a single care for stealth, but that's because he doesn't give a shit if he's caught. Nothing can get in his way right now.
It's just another bland, paneled corridor to which he leads them, but there's one panel that can be nudged in just such a way, such a place, to make the wall swivel inward and reveal a faintly blue-lit elevator car that looks like some kind of space pod. He steps in first, then waits for Harry.]
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Do all round elevators go to secret labs?
[ he steps in after him, going against the wall. drumming his hands at his sides ]
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You know a lot about - either of those?
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And I dig survival horror games. Totally expecting to find zombies down there.
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