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xp_logsJean-Paul stops his searching and rescuing for a few minutes to get some water and offers Yvette a bit of help.
Jean-Paul wiped sweat from his face with a soot-stained rag then reached for a bottle of water. Upending it, he downed the whole thing and then moved out of the way so someone behind him could get one. Searching and rescuing wasn't necessarily the most difficult job here, but it certainly wasn't easy.
The next person in the line was a small red-skinned shape, black body suit marked with ash, her long hands and feet bare. Yvette reached for a bottle of water without thinking and then made a frustrated noise as her fingers dug too far into the plastic, piercing it and water squirting out through the holes.
"Damn," she said under her breath, patting herself down in a search for at least one glove. She'd been so involved with cutting firebreaks that she had misplaced them.
Brows rising at the curse, Jean-Paul turned and watched Yvette for a moment before moving a different bottle toward her. She was obviosly searching for something and, given her gloveless hands, he suspected he knew what she sought. "Where do you remember having them last?"
"I thought they were in the pocket," she replied, perhaps a bit more shortly than people would expect of the soft-spoken and always polite Albanian. The heat was certainly getting to her, given the issues of her mutation. Then she looked up and realised who she was speaking to, and her eyes dulled to a sullen blue glow. "Oh." She looked at the bottle she'd impaled and shook her hand until it slipped off her fingers. "Please, I would not be asking such a thing of you normally, Mr. Beaubier, but could you pour some of that water over my head? I cannot sweat and I need to be careful of my temperature."
"Oui, of course," Jean-Paul said, picking up the bottle and carefully pouring some of the water over Yvette's head. "If they are not in your pocket, where might they have fallen?"
She didn't answer for a moment, distracted by the relief he was providing. She couldn't exactly feel the water, but she could sense the coolness more as a reduction in her discomfort and a clearing of her head. "Probably in the bushes somewhere," she replied with a sigh. "I have the spare pair with my things, back at the camp. I shall have to wait until we go back tonight and be Yvette Scissorhands in the meantime." She remembered herself. "Thank you, for the watering."
"If you would like," Jean-Paul said, "I could get your spare gloves. It would not take so long. Especially if you tell me where to find them."
"Oh, I could not ask you to do such a thing." Yvette seemed uncomfortable with the idea of Jean-Paul being anywhere near her personal belongings. Possibly because there might be a notebook with hearts drawn around Kevin's initials in there. "It will be fine."
"You are sure? Drinking the water is as important for cooling off, is it not? I think Kevin would be unhappy with me if I let you overheat, non?" Jean-Paul offered Yvette a smile, one of the rare few he could manage for someone not Kevin. "As I said, it would not take so long."
She narrowed her eyes at him. Threatening to tell Kevin was dirty pool. "Very well," she said at last. "They are in my bag, which is under my cot. There is a pocket on the outside, where I keep them."
"Bon," Jean-Paul said, smile widening. "I will return shortly."
He was as good as his word, taking flight and getting to the rooms they'd all been given easily. He found Yvette's bag where she'd said it would be, the gloves right in the front pocket, and then he was off again. Not a single bit of snooping involved.
Landing near the water table, he held the gloves out to Yvette.
"Thank you." Yvette took the gloves and pulled them on, feeling somewhat childish for her pique. "I am sorry, if I was being rude. It was kind of you to help me." She reached for a bottle of water and uncapped it before holding it to her lips and taking a long drink.
"It was nothing," Jean-Paul said, shrugging slightly. "It is good to do something helpful that does not nearly throw me into a burning building or tree, oui?"
"That is why we are here, to be helpful," she replied with a small smile despite herself. "But it is much easier when there is less chance of being burned, yes."
"Bon," Jean-Paul said, nodding slightly. "You are staying safe?" He'd had a few close calls, himself, especially where those wicked updrafts were concerned, but no one needed to know about those.
"Yes. The fire cannot hurt me so much, with my skin, but the falling tree could squash me, so I am being very careful and listening to the other firefighters. We have been clearing the fire breaks, to try and direct the flames, yes?" Yvette tried not to sound huffy - she'd been in Red X a while now, and she liked to think she was good at it. "And you? You look a little singed?"
"Oui, a little," Jean-Paul said, brushing at the newest of the burn marks on his ridiculous Alpha Flight suit. "The winds, they can change quickly and they are not so easy as simple turbulence to deal with."
"You must be careful," Yvette said, eyes glowing brighter for a moment. "Kevin..." She paused and cleared her throat and tried again. "Kevin would be unhappy if you were hurt."
"The same is true for you, as I said," Jean-Paul reminded here. Then he indicated the bottles of water. "Drink, mon ami. I must meet Crystal once more so that we may look for others trapped in the fires."
Yvette nodded and reached for another bottle. "I will. Thank you again, for my gloves."
"You are welcome," Jean-Paul said, then took off skyward. Much more of this flying through smoke and the white portion of his ridiculous Alpha Flight suit was going to be permanently stained black.
Jean-Paul wiped sweat from his face with a soot-stained rag then reached for a bottle of water. Upending it, he downed the whole thing and then moved out of the way so someone behind him could get one. Searching and rescuing wasn't necessarily the most difficult job here, but it certainly wasn't easy.
The next person in the line was a small red-skinned shape, black body suit marked with ash, her long hands and feet bare. Yvette reached for a bottle of water without thinking and then made a frustrated noise as her fingers dug too far into the plastic, piercing it and water squirting out through the holes.
"Damn," she said under her breath, patting herself down in a search for at least one glove. She'd been so involved with cutting firebreaks that she had misplaced them.
Brows rising at the curse, Jean-Paul turned and watched Yvette for a moment before moving a different bottle toward her. She was obviosly searching for something and, given her gloveless hands, he suspected he knew what she sought. "Where do you remember having them last?"
"I thought they were in the pocket," she replied, perhaps a bit more shortly than people would expect of the soft-spoken and always polite Albanian. The heat was certainly getting to her, given the issues of her mutation. Then she looked up and realised who she was speaking to, and her eyes dulled to a sullen blue glow. "Oh." She looked at the bottle she'd impaled and shook her hand until it slipped off her fingers. "Please, I would not be asking such a thing of you normally, Mr. Beaubier, but could you pour some of that water over my head? I cannot sweat and I need to be careful of my temperature."
"Oui, of course," Jean-Paul said, picking up the bottle and carefully pouring some of the water over Yvette's head. "If they are not in your pocket, where might they have fallen?"
She didn't answer for a moment, distracted by the relief he was providing. She couldn't exactly feel the water, but she could sense the coolness more as a reduction in her discomfort and a clearing of her head. "Probably in the bushes somewhere," she replied with a sigh. "I have the spare pair with my things, back at the camp. I shall have to wait until we go back tonight and be Yvette Scissorhands in the meantime." She remembered herself. "Thank you, for the watering."
"If you would like," Jean-Paul said, "I could get your spare gloves. It would not take so long. Especially if you tell me where to find them."
"Oh, I could not ask you to do such a thing." Yvette seemed uncomfortable with the idea of Jean-Paul being anywhere near her personal belongings. Possibly because there might be a notebook with hearts drawn around Kevin's initials in there. "It will be fine."
"You are sure? Drinking the water is as important for cooling off, is it not? I think Kevin would be unhappy with me if I let you overheat, non?" Jean-Paul offered Yvette a smile, one of the rare few he could manage for someone not Kevin. "As I said, it would not take so long."
She narrowed her eyes at him. Threatening to tell Kevin was dirty pool. "Very well," she said at last. "They are in my bag, which is under my cot. There is a pocket on the outside, where I keep them."
"Bon," Jean-Paul said, smile widening. "I will return shortly."
He was as good as his word, taking flight and getting to the rooms they'd all been given easily. He found Yvette's bag where she'd said it would be, the gloves right in the front pocket, and then he was off again. Not a single bit of snooping involved.
Landing near the water table, he held the gloves out to Yvette.
"Thank you." Yvette took the gloves and pulled them on, feeling somewhat childish for her pique. "I am sorry, if I was being rude. It was kind of you to help me." She reached for a bottle of water and uncapped it before holding it to her lips and taking a long drink.
"It was nothing," Jean-Paul said, shrugging slightly. "It is good to do something helpful that does not nearly throw me into a burning building or tree, oui?"
"That is why we are here, to be helpful," she replied with a small smile despite herself. "But it is much easier when there is less chance of being burned, yes."
"Bon," Jean-Paul said, nodding slightly. "You are staying safe?" He'd had a few close calls, himself, especially where those wicked updrafts were concerned, but no one needed to know about those.
"Yes. The fire cannot hurt me so much, with my skin, but the falling tree could squash me, so I am being very careful and listening to the other firefighters. We have been clearing the fire breaks, to try and direct the flames, yes?" Yvette tried not to sound huffy - she'd been in Red X a while now, and she liked to think she was good at it. "And you? You look a little singed?"
"Oui, a little," Jean-Paul said, brushing at the newest of the burn marks on his ridiculous Alpha Flight suit. "The winds, they can change quickly and they are not so easy as simple turbulence to deal with."
"You must be careful," Yvette said, eyes glowing brighter for a moment. "Kevin..." She paused and cleared her throat and tried again. "Kevin would be unhappy if you were hurt."
"The same is true for you, as I said," Jean-Paul reminded here. Then he indicated the bottles of water. "Drink, mon ami. I must meet Crystal once more so that we may look for others trapped in the fires."
Yvette nodded and reached for another bottle. "I will. Thank you again, for my gloves."
"You are welcome," Jean-Paul said, then took off skyward. Much more of this flying through smoke and the white portion of his ridiculous Alpha Flight suit was going to be permanently stained black.
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