Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151127024223/@comment-17970636-20151213211914

Daemon lay facedown and groaned as a wave of heat washed over him. It felt nice really, kind of like the times when he had to escape from a flaming coffin, little did they know that-

Wait, why was there flames here?

Looking up, he saw the entire area was ablaze, a bit away to his right, Marie was looking better but in front of her, Spikey was screaming his head off. Great.

Flashy hair had more or less had disappeared and he couldn't help but wonder if she had brought on this blaze, more than likely. And she was also probably in a place where the flames wouldn't hurt her.

''Left us for dead? Great. Heaven'll be praying over my charred body for weeks, begging God to take me to heaven or something of the like. I don't even know anymore. All I do know is that I REALLY don't want to die here like this. MOVE YOU IDIOT!''

Out of sheer willpower and the fact that his aura had more or less healed his aching body, he got up, suit and hair as well as face miraculously spotless and still crisp, he brought his cards back to him and focused on the two farthest away. Forcing his cards to create a barrier between the guy screaming his head off and the flames, he walked over as fast as he could and barked at the flames.

"YO! FIRE-WOMAN! PUT THESE BLAZES OUT FOR -insert whatever God a magician would pray to here- SAKE!"

Realizing that said girl probably wouldn't be able to hear him he turned to Marie.

"Got any water dust on you? My ice won't make a dent in these flames." he said calmly and then turned to Spikey.

"Snap out of it! This won't simply stop by you begging it to! Get a grip and freaking help out or something!"

''Yeah and you're doing a great job of that, shielding a traumatized idiot with your cards. Then again, you can't put out these flames....''