Set Fire To The Rain: Firefighting
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xp_logsVarious mansion firebugs pair off with other folks to quench the fires springing up all over the city.
Ty and Angel - Ty goes NOM NOM NOM and Angel directs things.
New York City was covered with fires. But unlike a forest fire, which was one huge raging inferno, there were a hundred small fires scattered around the boroughs. Every engine in the city was scattered to put out as many as possible, with more coming from cities and counties farther afield, but it still wasn't enough. Which was where Xavier's came in. Every person able to withstand or control fire was sent out in pairs to pick up where the fire engines weren't.
Angel was hovering above a particularly fire-y neighborhood, eyes skimming the ground for a moment as she tried to think. "Alright," she finally said out loud, tapping the communicator in her ear. "Ty, starting eating the fire and if you can, anything that's caught fire. Cars, trees, park benches, so on and so on. Let's keep it from spreading as much as we can."
And with that she dove down to start checking house and make sure people had evacuated.
Ty rolled his eyes at Angel, half of a grin on his face. He had enough control to consume the fire from solid objects without destroying the object itself. He did dig a little deeper and get the smoldering bits so the fire wouldn't start right back up again after he'd moved on. The results definitely resembled Swiss cheese, but it was effective. His hunger was even abating a little bit. He cleared his current area of flames and called up to Angel. "Where to next, Morning Star?"
Angel was swooping in and out of buildings, grateful to see most people had smartly run when they'd seen fire. That was a refreshing change from the one or two stubborn people who always insisted on going down with the metaphorical ship. "Head to the next street Captain Hunger!" She called to Ty as she flew out of the last building, swooping in to hit a small fire threatening to turn into a problem at the end of the street. She shielded it off and shrunk the bubble, effectively suffocating it.
Ty ran up to a tenement billowing rancid smoke. He wondered if the place had any maintenance done since it was built. He started sucking down flames with fat fingers of shadow, still so very careful. The last thing he wanted to do was pull a toddler into the darkness.
He still had no idea where it went.
Angel flew down again, catching a fire heading for a car. "Oh hell no," she said as she shielded that off. "I am not dealing with a car fire today thank you very much."
Ty wrinkled his nose. “Car fires taste the worst,” he said with an uncomfortable burp.
"Yeah, I can't imagine gasoline tastes that great," Angel said thoughtfully. The area was starting to get less fire-y, and that was reassuring, at least. "What say we finish this up and get something tasty to erase that?"
Ty pulled more shadow to tackle the small fires left. "Doughnuts?" he asked hopefully.
"Donuts, pizza, whatever you want my friend," Angel said with a grin, landing on a few more fires. "All the food!"
Johnny and Bobby - the Human Torch and Iceman bro it up, fire-and-ice style.
Dozens of fires had sprung up all over New York City - a warehouse here, a storefront there. And while the NYPD had mustered all its firefighters and engines to help keep the blazes under control, they could only be so many places at once, and there were more fires than there were personnel. Enter Xavier's contingent.
"Dude," Bobby said, wiping a bit of sweat off of his brow. "There are, like, a lot of fires."
They'd been doing their level best to squelch of many them as possible, as quickly as possible, and it was starting to get to him. His powers drew upon ambient moisture in the atmosphere and the closer they got to the bigger blazes the less he had to work with, resulting in extra exertion on his part. This was the hardest Bobby had ever pushed with his powers.
With a flick of the wrist he shot out another spray of snow and ice, putting out a smaller patch of fire off to one side of them. "How're you holding up?"
Johnny bent down and looked at the flames in front of him. He inched his face closer until he barely touched the flames. Suddenly he slurped noisily absorbing the flames. He sighed letting out a burp and leaned back dramatically. "Meh," he shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't see what the fuss is about. It looks just like my house." Johnny straightened up and stared at the sky. There are a lot of fires though..." He looked to the ground where the fire he had just absorbed once burned. The charred remains ticked with residual heat. He stamped ineffectually at the ground. "Hey, BD. Why don't I suck while you blow....the flames, dude. The flames."
"LOL," Bobby said out loud, because he was Bobby. "No, I get you, that makes total sense." He took a deep breath and hoped he had another second wind in him, which would be more like a, what, fourth or fifth wind? He'd lost count.
"Let's do it up, bro." He gave Johnny a thumbs up before hopping on a new ice slide and heading for the next closest blaze, doing exactly as his partner had suggested. He started blowing frosty cold air near the upper part of a large column of fire, hoping the other mutant would then be able to attack it at its base.
Johnny flew next to him. As soon as Bobby began cooling the large column of fire, Johnny began absorbing it. The flames shrunk back dramatically. Johnny watched as the fire disappeared and the ground hissed miserably. He poked the ground and felt a little chill. "Noice," He drawled. "Looks like it's working, I guess ... that's the power of teamwork!" Johnny thrust his hand into the air, finger pointing to the sky, holding his pose. Johnny snuck a sideways glance at Bobby. He was a little worried he was putting too much pressure on the Iceman. They still had a lot of fires to go. "Ready, for the next round?"
While it was certainly taxing work, Bobby was enjoying the challenge. "Definitely, this is nothing." That wasn't true but he was trying to keep both of their spirits up as they continued to press on. "I can do this all day, though I really hope we don't have to just the same." They'd been at it for a while already and, while they were successful at their job, there was still a lot of fires left blazing.
Speaking of which, he pointed at another one off in the not-too-distant direction ahead of them from his current vantage point standing on a rooftop. "Let's get that one next, yeah? Race you!" He jumped off of the rooftop, creating an ice slide underneath him as he did so and using the momentum to shoot off towards the next pillar of flame.
Johnny perked up at the sound of his favourite word: Race. His face darkened as memories began to trickle back into his mind. Shaking his head furiously, he flew up into the air. He smiled seeing Bobby speed off to the next flame pillar and rushed after him. He flew around the fire pillars slowly shrinking them, before dipping down and absorbing as Bobby cooled them. He looked back at the charred landscape surrounding them. Twisted shapes grew out of the ground; skeletons reaching out trying in vain to grasp the air. The heat of the flames gave him a sick comfort. He knew their warmth, their hunger. He understood flames. It was these skeletons that frightened him. After the flames, the nothingness, the remains of what could have been, of what was. The air here was absent of warmth. It wasn't only Bobby's cooling, there was something else. A sort of calm after the storm. A world devoid of life. A world that still screamed out in pain to him. He wiped his brow, plastered a smirk on his face and turned to Bobby. "Dude, I think we're making a dent. We're getting there." He grinned and turned back to the fires, the smile slipping a little bit. Getting where though?
"Yeah man, like, a few dents. Major dentage." That was totally a word, wasn't it? Bobby thought so and left it at that. He slid down onto the ground, coming to a rest just a few feet away from Johnny. A singed metal rod rested near his foot and he kicked it a little, listening to the hollow echo it made as it rattled down the burned out hallway.
"Though there's still a hell of a lot of work to be done, huh?" It really was depressing, though all they could really focus on for the time being was putting out the fire and moving on to the next one.
Johnny nodded at Bobby. He was glad that there were other teams busy within the firestacks. While he and Bobby were undoubtedly the perfect team for "fire duties: there were too many and too spread out for them to deal with them all. The City was so dense that even one fire could affect so many lives. He knew they both felt a little useless, trying to battle the seemingly endless blazes. Teamwork, he thought, It's all about teamwork. It was only because all the teams we working together that they were making a difference. He felt like he was understanding something, but just wasn't completely sure what it was. "Alright," he said taking flight once again. "Let's get to this."
"Ain't nothin' to it but to do it, bro," agreed Bobby, jumping up to gain some momentum before forming an ice slide to glide on. Teamwork was definitely an important lesson and he was glad that he and Johnny were taking care of business so effectively together, even if they were tired af right now. They had a job to do, though, and they could always rest later.
John-John and Clea - John controls and directs fire while being pissed that he gets paired off with a wet-behind-the-ears witch.
There was fire all over. But not one large fire, which would have been easier to coordinate the FDNY to deal with. This was dozens of tinier fires, scattered everywhere. Even mustering every engine company they had, there was only so many places the firefighters could be at once. So Xavier's was filling the gaps in an...unofficial capacity.
Clea made some gestures taught to her just like how Amanda showed her and water appeared over one of the smaller fires nearby. "This is going to take forever. We need a better plan than this."
"Yeah, we need a better plan than a witch acting like a goddamn hose..." John muttered, but was looking surprisingly amused, despite the situation they were in. He extinguished the fires that were closer to him within seconds and with nothing but a glance really -- no fancy gestures, before he returned his attention to Clea, watching her do her thing. His control over fire only extended to a certain range though and he had to be able to see it in order for him to wield any control over the flames, so they still needed to do plenty of walking.
"Come on. I am pretty fucking sure they didn't pair us up together so I can watch you suck at watering." He lighted up a cigarette because what the heck. The air is shit anyways. There was no reason to be kinder to his lungs. Which... gave him an idea.
"Do you think you can manipulate air? Stop the fires from spreading and get that nasty cloud of smoke to head upwards and away?" It would be good to help clear the air for these people.
"Bullocks. I am trying my best!" Another gesture and more water came into existence. Sticking a finger into her mouth and lifting it up, "Yes. Air is easier." Her hair started to move gentle as the air around them started to pick up until it was blowing all over the place.The strong gust of wind blew the cigarette out of his hand and a bunch of dried leaves hit him in the face.
Jesus fucking Christ...
"Think you could dial it down a little, Pocahontas?" This really wasn't the time for him to be dealing with someone in need of powers training, but dammit he knew he was going to have to have to find a way to make this work somehow.
"Look, just take a deep breath and focus." John continued to work at extinguishing the small fires that were nearby as he spoke to her. "Think about what you want to do. Try to have an exact idea in your head." It was how he had learned to control his ability. "Then maybe start with clearing the air around you first."
Clea nodded. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. A few seconds past and the wind had died down to a standstill but the smoke in the air was starting to clear around them.
"Now we're in business." Too bad they weren't actually getting paid for this shit. What is it with him and doing this voluntary crap for the X-people.
As John continued to survey the area, he heard a commotion up ahead and realized that one of the larger trees in front of a house had caught on fire. He didn't need super hearing to realize that a cat was trapped on that tree because an old lady was screaming her lungs out. Likely, the owner of said cat.
"Oh, and we have to save the kitty." Clea said to a scowling John while keeping her magic on point.
Ty and Angel - Ty goes NOM NOM NOM and Angel directs things.
New York City was covered with fires. But unlike a forest fire, which was one huge raging inferno, there were a hundred small fires scattered around the boroughs. Every engine in the city was scattered to put out as many as possible, with more coming from cities and counties farther afield, but it still wasn't enough. Which was where Xavier's came in. Every person able to withstand or control fire was sent out in pairs to pick up where the fire engines weren't.
Angel was hovering above a particularly fire-y neighborhood, eyes skimming the ground for a moment as she tried to think. "Alright," she finally said out loud, tapping the communicator in her ear. "Ty, starting eating the fire and if you can, anything that's caught fire. Cars, trees, park benches, so on and so on. Let's keep it from spreading as much as we can."
And with that she dove down to start checking house and make sure people had evacuated.
Ty rolled his eyes at Angel, half of a grin on his face. He had enough control to consume the fire from solid objects without destroying the object itself. He did dig a little deeper and get the smoldering bits so the fire wouldn't start right back up again after he'd moved on. The results definitely resembled Swiss cheese, but it was effective. His hunger was even abating a little bit. He cleared his current area of flames and called up to Angel. "Where to next, Morning Star?"
Angel was swooping in and out of buildings, grateful to see most people had smartly run when they'd seen fire. That was a refreshing change from the one or two stubborn people who always insisted on going down with the metaphorical ship. "Head to the next street Captain Hunger!" She called to Ty as she flew out of the last building, swooping in to hit a small fire threatening to turn into a problem at the end of the street. She shielded it off and shrunk the bubble, effectively suffocating it.
Ty ran up to a tenement billowing rancid smoke. He wondered if the place had any maintenance done since it was built. He started sucking down flames with fat fingers of shadow, still so very careful. The last thing he wanted to do was pull a toddler into the darkness.
He still had no idea where it went.
Angel flew down again, catching a fire heading for a car. "Oh hell no," she said as she shielded that off. "I am not dealing with a car fire today thank you very much."
Ty wrinkled his nose. “Car fires taste the worst,” he said with an uncomfortable burp.
"Yeah, I can't imagine gasoline tastes that great," Angel said thoughtfully. The area was starting to get less fire-y, and that was reassuring, at least. "What say we finish this up and get something tasty to erase that?"
Ty pulled more shadow to tackle the small fires left. "Doughnuts?" he asked hopefully.
"Donuts, pizza, whatever you want my friend," Angel said with a grin, landing on a few more fires. "All the food!"
Johnny and Bobby - the Human Torch and Iceman bro it up, fire-and-ice style.
Dozens of fires had sprung up all over New York City - a warehouse here, a storefront there. And while the NYPD had mustered all its firefighters and engines to help keep the blazes under control, they could only be so many places at once, and there were more fires than there were personnel. Enter Xavier's contingent.
"Dude," Bobby said, wiping a bit of sweat off of his brow. "There are, like, a lot of fires."
They'd been doing their level best to squelch of many them as possible, as quickly as possible, and it was starting to get to him. His powers drew upon ambient moisture in the atmosphere and the closer they got to the bigger blazes the less he had to work with, resulting in extra exertion on his part. This was the hardest Bobby had ever pushed with his powers.
With a flick of the wrist he shot out another spray of snow and ice, putting out a smaller patch of fire off to one side of them. "How're you holding up?"
Johnny bent down and looked at the flames in front of him. He inched his face closer until he barely touched the flames. Suddenly he slurped noisily absorbing the flames. He sighed letting out a burp and leaned back dramatically. "Meh," he shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't see what the fuss is about. It looks just like my house." Johnny straightened up and stared at the sky. There are a lot of fires though..." He looked to the ground where the fire he had just absorbed once burned. The charred remains ticked with residual heat. He stamped ineffectually at the ground. "Hey, BD. Why don't I suck while you blow....the flames, dude. The flames."
"LOL," Bobby said out loud, because he was Bobby. "No, I get you, that makes total sense." He took a deep breath and hoped he had another second wind in him, which would be more like a, what, fourth or fifth wind? He'd lost count.
"Let's do it up, bro." He gave Johnny a thumbs up before hopping on a new ice slide and heading for the next closest blaze, doing exactly as his partner had suggested. He started blowing frosty cold air near the upper part of a large column of fire, hoping the other mutant would then be able to attack it at its base.
Johnny flew next to him. As soon as Bobby began cooling the large column of fire, Johnny began absorbing it. The flames shrunk back dramatically. Johnny watched as the fire disappeared and the ground hissed miserably. He poked the ground and felt a little chill. "Noice," He drawled. "Looks like it's working, I guess ... that's the power of teamwork!" Johnny thrust his hand into the air, finger pointing to the sky, holding his pose. Johnny snuck a sideways glance at Bobby. He was a little worried he was putting too much pressure on the Iceman. They still had a lot of fires to go. "Ready, for the next round?"
While it was certainly taxing work, Bobby was enjoying the challenge. "Definitely, this is nothing." That wasn't true but he was trying to keep both of their spirits up as they continued to press on. "I can do this all day, though I really hope we don't have to just the same." They'd been at it for a while already and, while they were successful at their job, there was still a lot of fires left blazing.
Speaking of which, he pointed at another one off in the not-too-distant direction ahead of them from his current vantage point standing on a rooftop. "Let's get that one next, yeah? Race you!" He jumped off of the rooftop, creating an ice slide underneath him as he did so and using the momentum to shoot off towards the next pillar of flame.
Johnny perked up at the sound of his favourite word: Race. His face darkened as memories began to trickle back into his mind. Shaking his head furiously, he flew up into the air. He smiled seeing Bobby speed off to the next flame pillar and rushed after him. He flew around the fire pillars slowly shrinking them, before dipping down and absorbing as Bobby cooled them. He looked back at the charred landscape surrounding them. Twisted shapes grew out of the ground; skeletons reaching out trying in vain to grasp the air. The heat of the flames gave him a sick comfort. He knew their warmth, their hunger. He understood flames. It was these skeletons that frightened him. After the flames, the nothingness, the remains of what could have been, of what was. The air here was absent of warmth. It wasn't only Bobby's cooling, there was something else. A sort of calm after the storm. A world devoid of life. A world that still screamed out in pain to him. He wiped his brow, plastered a smirk on his face and turned to Bobby. "Dude, I think we're making a dent. We're getting there." He grinned and turned back to the fires, the smile slipping a little bit. Getting where though?
"Yeah man, like, a few dents. Major dentage." That was totally a word, wasn't it? Bobby thought so and left it at that. He slid down onto the ground, coming to a rest just a few feet away from Johnny. A singed metal rod rested near his foot and he kicked it a little, listening to the hollow echo it made as it rattled down the burned out hallway.
"Though there's still a hell of a lot of work to be done, huh?" It really was depressing, though all they could really focus on for the time being was putting out the fire and moving on to the next one.
Johnny nodded at Bobby. He was glad that there were other teams busy within the firestacks. While he and Bobby were undoubtedly the perfect team for "fire duties: there were too many and too spread out for them to deal with them all. The City was so dense that even one fire could affect so many lives. He knew they both felt a little useless, trying to battle the seemingly endless blazes. Teamwork, he thought, It's all about teamwork. It was only because all the teams we working together that they were making a difference. He felt like he was understanding something, but just wasn't completely sure what it was. "Alright," he said taking flight once again. "Let's get to this."
"Ain't nothin' to it but to do it, bro," agreed Bobby, jumping up to gain some momentum before forming an ice slide to glide on. Teamwork was definitely an important lesson and he was glad that he and Johnny were taking care of business so effectively together, even if they were tired af right now. They had a job to do, though, and they could always rest later.
John-John and Clea - John controls and directs fire while being pissed that he gets paired off with a wet-behind-the-ears witch.
There was fire all over. But not one large fire, which would have been easier to coordinate the FDNY to deal with. This was dozens of tinier fires, scattered everywhere. Even mustering every engine company they had, there was only so many places the firefighters could be at once. So Xavier's was filling the gaps in an...unofficial capacity.
Clea made some gestures taught to her just like how Amanda showed her and water appeared over one of the smaller fires nearby. "This is going to take forever. We need a better plan than this."
"Yeah, we need a better plan than a witch acting like a goddamn hose..." John muttered, but was looking surprisingly amused, despite the situation they were in. He extinguished the fires that were closer to him within seconds and with nothing but a glance really -- no fancy gestures, before he returned his attention to Clea, watching her do her thing. His control over fire only extended to a certain range though and he had to be able to see it in order for him to wield any control over the flames, so they still needed to do plenty of walking.
"Come on. I am pretty fucking sure they didn't pair us up together so I can watch you suck at watering." He lighted up a cigarette because what the heck. The air is shit anyways. There was no reason to be kinder to his lungs. Which... gave him an idea.
"Do you think you can manipulate air? Stop the fires from spreading and get that nasty cloud of smoke to head upwards and away?" It would be good to help clear the air for these people.
"Bullocks. I am trying my best!" Another gesture and more water came into existence. Sticking a finger into her mouth and lifting it up, "Yes. Air is easier." Her hair started to move gentle as the air around them started to pick up until it was blowing all over the place.The strong gust of wind blew the cigarette out of his hand and a bunch of dried leaves hit him in the face.
Jesus fucking Christ...
"Think you could dial it down a little, Pocahontas?" This really wasn't the time for him to be dealing with someone in need of powers training, but dammit he knew he was going to have to have to find a way to make this work somehow.
"Look, just take a deep breath and focus." John continued to work at extinguishing the small fires that were nearby as he spoke to her. "Think about what you want to do. Try to have an exact idea in your head." It was how he had learned to control his ability. "Then maybe start with clearing the air around you first."
Clea nodded. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. A few seconds past and the wind had died down to a standstill but the smoke in the air was starting to clear around them.
"Now we're in business." Too bad they weren't actually getting paid for this shit. What is it with him and doing this voluntary crap for the X-people.
As John continued to survey the area, he heard a commotion up ahead and realized that one of the larger trees in front of a house had caught on fire. He didn't need super hearing to realize that a cat was trapped on that tree because an old lady was screaming her lungs out. Likely, the owner of said cat.
"Oh, and we have to save the kitty." Clea said to a scowling John while keeping her magic on point.
