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thecatinahatWHO: Cougar Alvarez
WHERE: By the river
WHEN: January 8th
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: Pyrokinesis violence against fish
STATUS: Open
It had started, strangely enough, that morning when Cougar had woken up. Normally, his toes are the iciest thing known outside of actual glaciers in the Arctic, so when he wakes up not having to press his toes to Jake's heater body, he should have figured out that something strange is going on. Dressing in at least three layers (and topping it off with a warmer hat than the tarp one), he heads out after leaving a note that he's gone exploring.
As always, since the gifts, he brings the rings. He doesn't like leaving them out in public and he still hasn't figured out what the binary on the inside means. True, the box says they're from Jake, but plenty of things have arrived here. Maybe they're not what he thinks and they're just another clue.
Cougar leaves the rifle at home, but brings his binoculars, heading first into one of the parts of the woods he's set up with snares and traps. There's something under his skin, like a spark desperate to get out. He thinks back to others and how they seem to have had strange powers of ice and fire, which is definitely something he could have used before. On a hunch, Cougar glances around him to make sure no one is there in case he accidentally is wrong, but then he concentrates with his eyes closed, hands pressed together before turning outwards. With a sharp crack, the evidence is there. Cougar opens one eye to see one of the trees look like a very specific strike of lightning has struck it.
Grinning slowly, Cougar knows all of Jake's comics have quotes about this. Power and responsibility and this and that, but he's like a child as he tests it out, making fires, setting small areas ablaze (before using the snow to put them out) and it's the river he turns to next.
"Here, fishy fish," he coaxes, crouched by the side of the river after he's cut a small hole using a fiery tip of his finger near some slower moving water, waiting for the fish to swim by. The speed at which he grabs the fish out of the water, that's not a new power, but being able to gut it on a rock and cook it up in the same moment? It's something he could get used to.
He's in the middle of frying up his second this way when he hears a twig crunch nearby, his muscles tensing a little out of habit before he calms. "It's hot, if you want some," he calls the warning over his shoulder. "Fresh fish," he says with a smug smile, snapping his fingers to show off the fact that he's as good as a butane lighter, now, able to cook anywhere.
WHERE: By the river
WHEN: January 8th
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: Pyrokinesis violence against fish
STATUS: Open
It had started, strangely enough, that morning when Cougar had woken up. Normally, his toes are the iciest thing known outside of actual glaciers in the Arctic, so when he wakes up not having to press his toes to Jake's heater body, he should have figured out that something strange is going on. Dressing in at least three layers (and topping it off with a warmer hat than the tarp one), he heads out after leaving a note that he's gone exploring.
As always, since the gifts, he brings the rings. He doesn't like leaving them out in public and he still hasn't figured out what the binary on the inside means. True, the box says they're from Jake, but plenty of things have arrived here. Maybe they're not what he thinks and they're just another clue.
Cougar leaves the rifle at home, but brings his binoculars, heading first into one of the parts of the woods he's set up with snares and traps. There's something under his skin, like a spark desperate to get out. He thinks back to others and how they seem to have had strange powers of ice and fire, which is definitely something he could have used before. On a hunch, Cougar glances around him to make sure no one is there in case he accidentally is wrong, but then he concentrates with his eyes closed, hands pressed together before turning outwards. With a sharp crack, the evidence is there. Cougar opens one eye to see one of the trees look like a very specific strike of lightning has struck it.
Grinning slowly, Cougar knows all of Jake's comics have quotes about this. Power and responsibility and this and that, but he's like a child as he tests it out, making fires, setting small areas ablaze (before using the snow to put them out) and it's the river he turns to next.
"Here, fishy fish," he coaxes, crouched by the side of the river after he's cut a small hole using a fiery tip of his finger near some slower moving water, waiting for the fish to swim by. The speed at which he grabs the fish out of the water, that's not a new power, but being able to gut it on a rock and cook it up in the same moment? It's something he could get used to.
He's in the middle of frying up his second this way when he hears a twig crunch nearby, his muscles tensing a little out of habit before he calms. "It's hot, if you want some," he calls the warning over his shoulder. "Fresh fish," he says with a smug smile, snapping his fingers to show off the fact that he's as good as a butane lighter, now, able to cook anywhere.
