Pyro's eyes were fixed on the small flame his lighter had just created, the orange warmth reflecting off his eyes. When boredom kicked in, he would usually busy himself with playing with a lighter. He could feel more than just the warmth from the tiny flame, he could feel its entire essence. If he wanted to, it would be a simple matter to expand the flame to ten times it's size in the blink of an eye and really ruin somebodies face. The pyrokinetic had been working on increasing heat for the past few weeks, and was steadily getting hold of it. He'd yet to break through to blue yet, but knew that he was close to breaking the threshold.
Snapping the lighter shut and snuffing the flame, Pyro turned his attention to the world outside the car he was being driven in. There was another passenger, some shape shifter that he'd never met before, plus the driver of course. They'd been tasked with retrieving some drug lords daughter from a rival. Pretty easy work in all honesty. He didn't think it required two mutants, yet here they were. The client had been adamant that the place they were about to raid was filled to the brim with armed guards and fighters trained to kill before asking questions. Pyro had considered just razing the place to the ground when they arrived, but there was no guarantee that their target would survive and he wasn't looking to make enemies of both the drug lord and his rival.
"Ughhhhh." Pyro whined, absently continuing to flick his lighter as his gaze dragged across to his 'partner' for the job. What was her name again? "Hey uh... Lennie? Since you're a shape shifter and all, I'm guessing your M.O is to sneak inside rather than go in guns blazing right? 'Cause I'm not much of a sneaker. I mean, I totally can but my whole thing is making a bit of a scene and fucking shit right up." Click. Spark. "So we should probably come up with a game plan. I'd be down to cause a distraction, while you slipped inside, but I can't make any promises on a time frame before I turn the shithole to ash." Click. Spark. "What I'm trying to get at, is are you fast? I don't wanna have the boss on my ass because you let his little princess get incinerated. Capiche?"
Liana's leg bounced. She hated this. Not the mission itself, the lack of really good pay and the .... company, she was with sored the whle thing. So there she was, sitting there in the car, waiting, leg bouncing, and ears twitching everytime he clicked that fucking lighter. Her jaw tightened, trying to keep her cool. Her solid white eyes looked over at him as he spoke to her. At least his oice was better than that clicking lighter, but not by much.
"The main plain is to sneak in, yes. I am fully capable of taking care of everything this mission could offer in terms of challenges. So unless you wish to be shot or stabbed, I suggest you follow the plan. Both of us, one plan. Or we really will get the target killed." Not that she couldn't kill everyone involved, but that got messy. LIterally. Then word got around that you kill your clients, and that wasn't good for business.
"Hey now, you're gunna have to take me to dinner before you start threatening me with a good time." Pyro smirked, flame still burning atop his lighter. "But I guess you're right. Can't let the little girl take the L. Don't wanna have Daddy after me, not in this context anyway."
When Lennie questioned what his skills were, Pyro smiled widely and opened the palm of his free hand. Glancing at the flame atop the lighter, he willed it to move to hover just above his hand. Eyes still on the flame, Pyro increased it's size slightly before casting a brief look at Lennie. Wiggling his fingers, the pyrokinetic changed the flame into a mini version of the shape shifter, that was actually pretty detailed. Mini Lennie flipped real Lennie the bird before Pyro let the flame return to normal and closed his fist, snuffing it out.
"Just imagine that, but on a way larger scale. I can do more things, but I learned a long time ago that you never blow your load on the first date." With a smirk, Pyro clacked the lighter and slipped it into his pocket, leaning one arm across the window and the other across the back of the seat, his fingers having a inch or so of space between them and Lennie. "I showed you mine, so it's only fair that you show me yours now, sweetness."
A mutant flame-weilding idiot. Greaaat. Yes, let's give the idiot matches and a lighter. That always goes over sooo well. Liana managed a smile, but it felt more like a grimace. Sure that was kinda impressive, but the power he had was dulled by his .... annoying behaviour. It was like having a rich and fast car and having it sound like a an annoying as hell squeeling fart from a fanny cushion. Seeing him slip the lighter in his pocket, just a fraction of her annoyance faded. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she answered his question.
She shifted her appearance to that of the person sitting next to her, down to the hair, at least from what she could see. So here sat flameboi rght next to himself, staring at eachother... and then... she spoke. His own voice came out of 'his' mouth exactly. "I'm whoever I want to be, whereever, whenever. I kill. I steal, I spy... And I'm very good at it."