[He snaps awake with a jolt, sitting up and staring around him. It's not too surprising that he should fall asleep after the past couple of days, especially not now that he's with people who, despite being near-complete strangers, finally make him feel comfortable in his own skin. The only problem is that those people are no longer sitting with him in the helicopter; in fact, he's not in a helicopter at all anymore. It's possible that they could have stopped somewhere, but why carry Pyro out and leave him lying on the ground?
It's also nowhere to be seen, along with his new teammates.
Groggily, he gets to his feet and starts to search for them. Magneto? His voice echoes through the streets of what seems to be an industrial area. Mystique? He's quickly growing annoyed - he had some bizarre dream just before waking, and it's left him unsettled in a way he can't explain. At least the pieces that remain of the dream: something about greater power, the word Persona, and being a hero.
He snorts as he remembers that particular part. A great hero? Someone didn't get the memo, and they came to the wrong place for heroes because of it.
That's when a group of local workers turns the corner of a nearby alley and encircles him, knives out and a lot of talk about wallets and valuables flying around. With a roll of his eyes, Pyro pulls his lighter out of his pocket; there's none of the usual taunting or tricks this time, just a solid blast of fire that travels around him in a circle from one worker to the next, knocking them back far enough to cause some serious bruises. Maybe even a broken limb or two. Now's not the time to worry about that, though, with Magneto and Mystique (and the helicopter) missing.
Gathering the flame back into his palm and snuffing it out before pocketing his lighter, he keeps walking, looking utterly casual about what he just did. Either he's deaf, or the moans and groans of people who just tried to rob him don't mean that much to him.]
Capricorn: 7:10 pm
[After awhile, he becomes aware that he's gone the wrong way if he was looking for civilization. All around him, he sees nothing but lush greenery, and he can feel the difference in the air; he's never breathed air this clean before. He doesn't quite look like he knows how to react.
His search for any sort of structure leads him to an Asian-looking building, where he finally sits outside of the gate and tries to gather his thoughts. What's happened to him? How did he get here? Where is here?
OPEN | Sagittarius Ward > Capricorn Ward | July 5, 4:30 - 7:10 pm
[He snaps awake with a jolt, sitting up and staring around him. It's not too surprising that he should fall asleep after the past couple of days, especially not now that he's with people who, despite being near-complete strangers, finally make him feel comfortable in his own skin. The only problem is that those people are no longer sitting with him in the helicopter; in fact, he's not in a helicopter at all anymore. It's possible that they could have stopped somewhere, but why carry Pyro out and leave him lying on the ground?
It's also nowhere to be seen, along with his new teammates.
Groggily, he gets to his feet and starts to search for them. Magneto? His voice echoes through the streets of what seems to be an industrial area. Mystique? He's quickly growing annoyed - he had some bizarre dream just before waking, and it's left him unsettled in a way he can't explain. At least the pieces that remain of the dream: something about greater power, the word Persona, and being a hero.
He snorts as he remembers that particular part. A great hero? Someone didn't get the memo, and they came to the wrong place for heroes because of it.
That's when a group of local workers turns the corner of a nearby alley and encircles him, knives out and a lot of talk about wallets and valuables flying around. With a roll of his eyes, Pyro pulls his lighter out of his pocket; there's none of the usual taunting or tricks this time, just a solid blast of fire that travels around him in a circle from one worker to the next, knocking them back far enough to cause some serious bruises. Maybe even a broken limb or two. Now's not the time to worry about that, though, with Magneto and Mystique (and the helicopter) missing.
Gathering the flame back into his palm and snuffing it out before pocketing his lighter, he keeps walking, looking utterly casual about what he just did. Either he's deaf, or the moans and groans of people who just tried to rob him don't mean that much to him.]
Capricorn: 7:10 pm
[After awhile, he becomes aware that he's gone the wrong way if he was looking for civilization. All around him, he sees nothing but lush greenery, and he can feel the difference in the air; he's never breathed air this clean before. He doesn't quite look like he knows how to react.
His search for any sort of structure leads him to an Asian-looking building, where he finally sits outside of the gate and tries to gather his thoughts. What's happened to him? How did he get here? Where is here?
And what's Persona?]