The building that Leon was using was fairly plain by the looks of it an abandoned apartment block in some run down part of the city, the exact reason why it was abandoned he couldn't say but it must have been left in a hurry as most of the furniture was still there along with a few personal items. The reason he decided to come here was simple really, he wanted to push his control over his power and see just how strong he could make it or just how out of control it would get.

It all looked to be going well at the start he easily used his lighter to burn a few boxes, then used the smoldering ash clouds to shred other parts of the room making the cloud bigger. He watched with delight as the reddish cloud tore the couch to pieces and burned it down just like he wanted, swiftly moving it onto the curtains and one of the thin walls. Watching with glee as the room was devoured and his cloud of red hot ash grew and grew.

The only problem occurred when he wanted it to stop, he could feel the heat of the cloud on his skin and body as it grew making him more uncomfortable. feeling tired from the work put in he tried to make the cloud stop its work only to find he lacked the control he normally had, and that worried him as normally he could make it stop and part around him to protect him. But if he couldn't make it part or even stop then he would be in real danger.

Deciding it would be best to just walk away he turned and walked towards the hole in the wall his cloud had burned, but what he saw he really really didn't like. Without realizing it some of the carpet in the other room to him had caught light and started a fire, the only reason he hadn't been able to see the smoke was because it had been mixing into the similarly colored  cloud of ash now working its way through more walls and rooms feeding off the heat and ash produced by the fire. 

The fire which was placed directly between him and safety.

“It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood!” sang Johnny as he practically pranced down the street. He grabbed hold of a street light and swung around it, perilously dipping out over the street for just a moment before returning to the sidewalk. Oh, such a beautiful day it was! He’d met a very attractive woman when out buying candles earlier and had managed to score a date for the next evening. Life was grand.

His happiness was overflowing and he couldn’t help what the lit cigarette in his hand was doing. The flame had grown and alternated between what could’ve been mistaken for a pair of lips and a miniature star. Such great examples of--

Was that another fire he detected? Hello! Hellooo my friend! Is someone there? he thought. Of course there was a fire there. Should be about, oh, about right in front of him, inside the seemingly-abandoned building he’d been about to completely pass by. But it was just rude to blurt that kind of thing out without at least politely asking if it wished to be identified.

“Eh, join the party, mi amigo,” the new-found fire called in what may have been a Mexican accent. “Es muy caliente in here.” A smile splot Johnny’s face. Why, that sounded positively delightful!

“Sweet! Don’t mind if I do!” he said out loud for no reason at all. It wasn’t as if the fire needed to actually hear him to hear him. But he liked the sound of his own voice. “What do you say, little guy?” he asked his current flame.

“Yes please! I wanna parrrr-taaayy!” squeaked the cigarette’s light.

So into the burning building went the firefighter and his cigarette.

Johnny approached the main body of the fire. It seemed to be enjoying itself--he could feel wood and carpet fibers breaking apart beneath its heat. “Hey, nice digs!” he complimented the host fire. It was a lie--the place was abandoned and looked terrible, but it would’ve been rude to say that to his host. Then he had to start coughing, because there was a lot of smoke and ash.

“Hey, could you cut back on some of those nonorganic bits, please? You’re gonna give me lung cancer or something,” he asked most pleasantly. “Sure, sure,” responded the blaze and the nearest bits of it began avoiding plastic stuff. “Better?” it queried, ever the welcoming host. “Oh yes, much,” Johnny said, although he still had to pull his shirt up over his nose.

And then he happened to look through an open doorway and see another guy standing amidst the fire. “Hello!” he hailed the man. “Nice, party, huh?” The clattering of voices from the fire enthusiastically supported Johnny’s statement.

Well things certainly escalated quickly as a new voice called over to him from just outside the flames radius, he was indeed thankful that someone had come along other wise he would be toast, but at the moment he wasn't as terrified at the fire around him, he could deal with some burns. He was scared of his own creation no longer listening to him, he could still feel it connected to him as it added more and more to its mass.

"Wait what?" He shouted to the man who by the sounds of it was kinda odd. His voice came out much more exhausted and tired than he thought he was, but that was to be expected really as he could feel his skin reaching ridiculous temperatures as his cloud grew and grew. By the looks of its progress it had already burned through another room and was starting to wheel back around and head straight for...him. "Oh...." He said weakly as the realization that he was going to have to either run or take a hit from his own creation. And neither seemed rather appealing to him at this precise moment.

Well that or he could attempt to regain control over it but now may not be the best time for that, as he dropped to the floor and felt his skin burn with each movement. At first he thought this had been a terrible idea as nothing happened, then it hit him, literally. Well it flew inches over him and wrecked his top in the process which he was pretty annoyed at but there would be time for anger later, once this little problem was dealt with. Once the cloud had passed over him and taken most of his shirt with it leaving only a few scraps on him, he noticed that it had knocked the windows out behind him and wrecked the wall. 

"Careful I may have made that thing but I think its having a temper tantrum!" He shouted to the man deciding that it would be better to warn the man, after all he was his ticket out of this situation alive and getting killed by a out of control ash cloud would be really problematic. 
 

The guy couldn’t hear Johnny. Well that was a bummer, even though Johnny didn’t blame him--the fire was very loud. Every second that passed called for a chorus of shrieks and shouts as it discovered new things to lick and taste. It felt like he was either in a mosh pit or a frat party after illegal substances were passed around.

In other words, amazing.

Johnny strolled through burning doorway and approached the man. He figured if he got closer, he’d be able to hear better. He dutifully ignored the fact that the voices were in his head and not his ears and so wouldn’t diminish in volume. Once there, he noticed several things. The first was that the guy seemed to be a bit anti-social. There was no fire for several feet around him! It’s like he called it names and pushed it away! The second thing was that the guy seemed to have tried to get into the partying atmosphere and tried to take his shirt off but failed miserably. Thirdly,the guy might be hurt.

Oh, and he made the fire, it seemed.

Johnny got his priorities together. The fire died beneath his feet as he approached--he didn’t want to mark his shoes up.“You made this, huh?” he said in admiration, glancing around at the beautiful blaze. “Cullah me impressed,” the New Orleanian drawled. “And Ah wouldn’t say it’s a tantrum, more like a crazy good time.” He gestured at the fire and suddenly two mariachis made of fire grew from what felt like burning crates. The one rattled his maracas and the other strummed his guitar.

To Johnny, they were playing an enchanting ballad. The one that goes “Aye, yi, yi-yi....,” but to a normal person, they probably wouldn’t be doing anything more than a mime routine. Such a pity.

He started coughing again. Ug! Times like these he wished he had the respirator from his fireman’s outfit. It seemed to be the only thing useful to him, but only because he couldn’t breathe smoke. Heh, an immunity to smoke, what a lame power that would be! But there was such a terrific odor to the smoke he was suddenly smelling. It only took a millisecond to figure out what it was.

“Hey! Fuego! Cut that out! Don’t go eating those tires! That’s disgusting!” he snapped. Really, if one were to be a proper host, they should at least be considerate of their guests.

“But Meester Juanni...” that particular fire said, its fangs all over the randomly located spare tire in the corner of the room. “Eet tastes goood.”

But Johnny really didn’t like the smell. “Chew on something else! There’s a nice couch right over there. Go somewhere else or I’ll do it for you!” he said strictly. “But Meester--” began the fire before it suddenly vanished.

Johnny rolled his eyes and looked down at the guy. “Some people just don’t know when to leave--hey....are you alright? You don’t look like you’re having fun,” he said with a note of worry in his voice. The available fire in the room began leaning inwards towards him, just as anxious to see and hear the guy, even though neither sensory detail was actually possible for them.

He looked up and pulled the last few smoldering scraps of shirt off him, the man had moved closer so he could clearly hear him now. "To be honest I'm not having fun, kinda occupied on the fact my own power is wrecking the building." He said annoyed that this man failed to grasp the fact they where in burning building....Was that a mariachi band? 

Now he had heard of some people claiming to see visions in the flames, but never fully formed Mexican's. Not that he had anything against Mexicans just he was surprised to see them here. And not to mention that this guy manged to get here without burning himself, which means he must be very skilled or a mutant. He stood up and took a deep breath, he could feel the ash in the air being filtered from the air in his lungs so at least he wouldn't suffocate, even if he may be trapped.

With that he remembered the reason that he had to drop to the floor and lost his shirt, turning to see the wrecked wall and broken windows he walked over to them wincing with each movement, sticking his head out of the window he just managed to catch the end of his cloud break its way through the wall one floor up. Which was worrying as he had never seen it be both that large and that dense at once. But oh well live and learn.

"Listen mate we need to get out of here, like I don't know if you noticed but there is a really angry...thing tearing up the building." He said trying to get across to the guy that he did not want to get caught by this cloud. Almost to emphasize his point he heard a small boom coming from above them, although someone had left cans of petrol or other flammable substances. "OH COME ON ARE YOU %$£"ING KIDDING ME!" he shouted up to the floor above them. Completely ignoring how weird it would seem to the guy with him.

He was not going to lie it was really getting oh his nerves, and he needed to hit something fast otherwise he would just get more and more worked up, opting to punch the ground as it would be the safest option. As he had no intention to hurt himself in the process and he would not like to punch the man who could help him. As his fist hit the floor he saw the ceiling of the room in front of them shatter with a very familiar burning cloud now in the room. "Oh..." he simply said, having not expected it to do anything.

Aw, poor guy! He wasn’t having any fun at his own party! Admittedly there really wasn’t much to it, although the mini mariachi band was nice. Oh wait, Johnny had brought those. Nevermind. Yeah, the party really sucked. Not gonna lie. But it didn’t seem like this guy was aware of that fact and seemed to feel like his dismal fiesta was more on account of having an out-of-control power.

Personally, Johnny didn’t think the fire was out of control. Maybe a little wild, yes, but not extreme. The pyro-symbiont turned around to survey the rest of the room. Fire was licking up the walls and had managed to spread to all of the bits of furniture, other than the rubber tires of course. And there was a lot of smoke, too. It was getting really hard to breathe and Johnny’s eyes were starting to tear up. He might have to end the party. Like a mercy killing.

He turned back to tell the guy about his brilliant plan when he noticed the guy as the demolished windows. Huh, maybe it was to look at better scenery while inwardly groaning about the terrible party. Johnny decided to join him.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” he asked lightly, rubbernecking around to identify the most likely thing. The clamor of the fire was beginning to grow in intensity and number. It seemed like new flames sprang up every few seconds, adding their rage, hunger, and excitement to the noise. It was starting to get a little hard to think. Wait, who needed to think?

The guy seemed to. “But the fire isn’t angry,” Johnny said, confused. “It’s pretty happy, actually. But I guess it is tear--”

“BOOYAH!” roared the fire fire from the room over their heads. Suddenly a dozen new voices added their screams of joy to the party. Johnny wasn’t fond of their racket. The guy didn’t seem to be either. He yelled a very colorful phrase at them. For some reason, it reminded him of the color orange. Then the guy punched the floor.

And the ceiling caved in. Huh, that was unexpected. He hadn’t thought that the upstairs fires were mature enough to eat through their floor. Never mind. That’s not what did it. It seemed a thick cloud of....smoke? had done it. No, it had been the guy! Yeah! He’d punched the floor and the cloud punched through the other floor! Oh, that made more sense! He’d been wondering how the wall and window behind them had been destroyed.

“Ah get it now,” Johnny informed the guy. “You meant the smoke was your power. Okay!” He had to fight the grin from showing on his face. He wouldn’t make fun of someone with such a handicap--smoke powers, how terrible!

“But Ah think you’ve had enough playtime. Ah don’t fancy having to dance over broken ceiling debris. Move that smoke outta the way, would you?” he asked most pleasantly. Certain that his request would be carried out, Johnny glanced at the other fires in the room. He needed to think, it seemed. So they’d have to go.

“Nice party, y’all,” he told them. “Call me again next time!”

“We willll....” yelled the fires as they began to shrivel up and vanish. Within thirty seconds, the room had been fireproofed. There, now Temper could concentrate a little better.

He watched in wonder as the fires all around them seemed to just melt away once the man said so, he could already feel the comparatively cool air returning to the room. Anyway he was brought back to his senses when asked to move his cloud, which he could already tell was being much more responsive than before. This put part of his mind to ease and reassured him that he could keep control or at least regain it.

With a flick of his wrist he sent the cloud smashing through the wall which apparently led into a hallway. Satisfied and happy with himself he let the cloud melt down into a slightly glowing covering of ash on the floor. With a grunt he pulled himself back up to a stand and looked around at the damage he had caused to the place, it would be fair to say he was impressed, when he set out he had thought maybe he could trash a room but never had he thought that he would have caused this much structural damage to the place. "Well its fair to say this place is trashed." He said to himself more that the guy. 

"Anyway sorry about that, kinda got a bit out of hand. Although you seemed to like it enough, oh and the names Leon by the way, so yeah like I think it got a little out of hand...." He said to the man trailing off as he lost words and couldn't think of what to say, he wasn't sure if he should be saying sorry that I destroyed this place nearly killed us and if it wasn't abandoned loads of people would have died. Or so yeah did you like the show an all? As this guy was really happy with the whole situation and seemed to have loads of fun.

Then it dawned on him that he was indeed shirtless, this posed two problems one he had lost his shirt which is fairly self serving in an explanation, and secondly he would have to go all the way back to the mansion without a shirt.  

Eden Forrester tossed her brown hair into a ponytail as she walked through the older parts of the city, winding it into a ringlet of lofty curls that trailed behind her – it felt so good to be out of her collared waitress uniform and back into real clothes; instead of her work outfit, she was smuggled into a tank-top and some fitted capris, clothes that understood the importance of a little sun.

If she were to be honest with herself, she was procrastinating going back to her dorm. For some reason, being cramped up in a desk and writing a thirteen page book report on the underlying message of Moby Dick wasn’t exactly appealing. However, she’d come up with more than one reason to be taking the long way home.
The sun was particularly bright that day, drenching everything with at least a touch of its light. So sunny that she could actually feel her body soaking it in, flooding her insides with warmth that was more than welcome. Aside from how amazing it felt, Eden reasoned that she’d needed to soak in some UV anyway. She’d been preoccupied with work and school lately, a little too busy to properly even small amounts of sunlight. So, in conclusion, she’d earned this little break. Moby could wait an hour or two…
Eden paused in mid-thought when she smelled…fire?

Eyes widening slightly, she rounded the corner with a bit of a faster her pace before her gaze came to rest on a the remnants of a mostly charred building. The place was damaged; the glass was blown out, ash and soot covered the ground, and she could tell it was lucky the building looked to be abandoned.
“But what if someone was in there?” she questioned herself mentally, “It’s better to make sure than to leave someone in rubble, right?”

With that thought playing on her mind, she crossed the streets in a few quick steps (that honestly more closely resembled a jog) before stepping over fragments of broken glass and sliding her way through the what was left of the window.

If it were possible, the inside looked even worse than the outside. Eden’s hand flew to her wrinkling nose as the smell of burnt rubber hit her senses, and she muffled a surprised cough before getting used to the gag-worthy smell and the remnants of heat.
Obviously the fire hadn’t been out too long…

“Anybody home?” Eden hollered carefully, stepping further into the house.
She paused, hearing a voice coming from a hole in the wall she’d only just noticed. Rushing over to it, she peeked her head in, “Should I call the fire departme-” she stopped.

Inside a slightly-cleaner hallway were two men. The taller one with almost-styled blonde hair seemed to be enjoying himself; the shorter one seemed to have been the one talking, and she picked up the last of his sentence.

Eden felt conflicted – her mother had always been a bit of a worry-wart, and this whole situation screamed “stranger-danger”. Plus, it sort of sounded like these guys had toasted the place. Common sense would dictate that leaving would be the best option.

However, curiosity had always been a bit of a weak point for her. Plus, she wasn’t getting any sort of malicious vibe off of either of them. The tall one looked a little less than threatening with how happy he seemed, and the one without a shirt didn’t seem blood-thirsty.

Eden smiled – her mother had always watched way too many crime-dramas.
"Um, hey, not to barge in," she said with a small wave, "But did you guys do this?" she asked with genuine curiosity. 

Yeah, it was trashed. And oh, the guy’s name was Leon. Temper was all set to respond with his own name when a voice penetrated through the walls and the sounds of fire in the other rooms. It was a female’s voice. Maybe the party wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Very shortly the girl appeared before them. He waved some smoke out of his face to see better. He liked what he saw.

“You’re not barging, come on in!” he called, waving her in. “And did we do what?” he asked a bit confused. The somber flames in the other rooms had nothing to add for clarification. “Oh, you mean did we build this house? Ah didn’t do it; did you?” he said, turning to Leon. “If anything, Ah just cleaned it up a bit. Leon did most of the demolition--by the way, Ah’m Johnny.” He smiled at the girl before giving an elaborate bow. He felt quite proud at his combination introduction and question-answering monologue.

Johnny managed to smother another cough. There was too much smoke in the air and the rest of the fire wasn’t helping. Let’s see, he could feel a blaze covering about thirty percent of the room directly above them. It was performing a Mexican hat dance that only he could hear. Enough of that. Bye guys! Hasta luego! The flames merrily sang as they shrank into nothing.

There. Now they wouldn’t have to worry about the ceiling falling on them anymore, especially since Leon had his smoke under control. He had no idea how that smoke had managed to knock holes into windows, walls, and ceilings, but he was glad it was over. Like, Johnny enjoyed a wild party, but even he wouldn’t go so far as to try to break things and tear down the house. That wasn’t cool.

“Did you come here for the party, too?” Johnny asked the girl. “Ah’m sorry, but Ah think it’s just about over with. In fact, Ah’ve been knocking out the fire here and there. Ah don’t like the smoke,” he said, gesturing with the lit cigarette still clasped between two fingers.

"Hey, yeah kinda have to take the blame for that hole, and that one, that one too. The explosion upstairs, the broken windows the hole in the side of the building and finally the fire that trashed the place." He said to the new girl. Pointing to each thing as he listed them off. "Well I duno if blame is the right word, like I started it but then couldn't stop so its not really my fault just a very big accident. And accident that may or may not have been intentional." He said wondering if it really was his fault.

"Anyway I'm rambling, the important thing is that we leave before the place falls on us, which it may or may not." it suddenly was very obvious to him that he didn't have a shirt on, and with a quick glance confirmed that he was not burnt from his little run in with his cloud, just left very shirtless. He didn't mind not having a shirt just that he was aware that he didn't have a very muscular build, and as such would look slightly weird walking back without a shirt.

"So I'm Leon and I normally do not make a habit of destroying places." He said deciding to make that clear and save her the trouble of asking it in the future. This whole situation was giving him a headache and making him stressed out, firstly he had lost control and nearly killed himself and now people where here to judge his mistakes. Even if Johnny seemed to like what he did with the place, but he wasn't about to trust his views on things as he seemed a bit odd and weird. 

He pulled his cigarettes and lighter out from his pocket, then proceeded to take one out and light it. "And what do you mean knocking out the fires? I can't put them out all I can do is mess with what they make, unless your on about the walls which if anything would have made it worse." He said to Johnny, with the cigarette in his mouth so the words came out a bit weird but fairly audible. 

>> “If anything, Ah just cleaned it up a bit. Leon did most of the demolition--by the way, Ah’m Johnny.”
“You did a wonderful job cleaning up,” Eden glanced away quicky, her eyes falling on soot-stained walls and scorched floors. A thick layer of ash had settled in most places, smoke floated lazily in the air, and the smell of burnt rubber filtered its way through the confined area without prejudice.
“Of course, a few polishing touches wouldn’t hurt, but excellent job,” she nodded, her gaze shifting back to Johnny in a flurry as she smiled, “It’s nice to meet you Johnny.”
>> “Did you come here for the party, too? Ah’m sorry, but Ah think it’s just about over with. In fact, Ah’ve been knocking out the fire here and there. Ah don’t like the smoke.”
Eden watched him twiddle a cigarette in his hands, the lit end adding the fog of grey that still surrounded them – she suppressed a chuckle, “I can see that. But no,” she added, a slight hint of confusion on her face as she replied, “I didn’t come for a party…And if it was, you guys certainly know how to bring a house down,” she ended it with a corny pun and a shrug, not entirely sure how respond.
>> "Hey, yeah kinda have to take the blame for that hole, and that one, that one too. The explosion upstairs, the broken windows the hole in the side of the building and finally the fire that trashed the place. Well I duno if blame is the right word, like I started it but then couldn't stop so it’s not really my fault just a very big accident. And accident that may or may not have been intentional.”
Eden glanced away from the tall one (Johnny was his name), and rested her eyes on Leon. She didn’t bother hiding an amused grin that took over her features as he listed off his total destruction. ..and then the rest of his words caught up to her – he’d started it? And it could have been intentionally?
Eden’s eyes widened in surprise, not at the destruction, but at a revelation. The hole in the wall, the sudden fire in a seemingly abandoned place…these guys had started it. And…had apparently partied there…? She found herself grinning at a new possibility – other mutants.
Maybe.
Anyway, she must have paused to long, because the shirtless one continued on.
>> "Anyway I'm rambling, the important thing is that we leave before the place falls on us, which it may or may not.So I'm Leon and I normally do not make a habit of destroying places.”
"Good," she said with a light laugh,  "It's nice to meet you Leon - and I think you're right. I didn't come in here to end up getting squished."
She supposed he was right – she didn’t want the building to collapse on them.
She turned to face the two directly, waiting for them to move, he gaze flicking from Johnny to Leon.
He seemed to conclude before editing Johnny’s statements. At first she hadn’t paid too much attention to it – until she picked up on what he was actually saying.
>> “And what do you mean knocking out the fires? I can't put them out all I can do is mess with what they make…”
They were mutants! Well, at the very least Leon was – but she suspected Johnny to be as well if Leon was trying to press him into (well deserved, she supposed) equal blame.
The confirmation was elating, and as she made her way towards the exit, hoping the other two were following her out of the soon-to-be crumbling building, she started to ask.
“Wait, you guys are mutants?” she asked, a hope in her voice.

[OOC: Sorry for the wait. Life kind of decided to kick my ass for a few days there, haha, but I'm back!]

(((OOC: Don't worry about it, Eden. RL always takes priority. We're just glad you're back )))

Johnny smiled graciously and dipped his head at Eden’s compliment of his cleaning skills. He did indeed do a wonderful job of getting rid of fires. Although the girl’s comments about polishing and such were strange. What good would polish do in getting rid of fires? The girl was probably just slightly deranged. Or maybe a bit dumb. She might’ve misinterpreted what he meant by cleaning. She probably thought he’d been physically cleaning things, perish the thought! But he smiled anyways and deliberately ignored the girl’s looniness. “The pleasure’s mine,” he drawled.

As Leon began naming off all of the things he’d destroyed, Johnny just stood there looking blameless with his thumbs in his belt loops. He stared at the smokey-guy with intrigue, amazed at the destruction that the lad was capable of. Johnny approved. Maybe smoke wasn’t such a lame power anyways. Scratch that, it still was, but one was never supposed to acknowledge such disabilities.

Johnny noticed that even after she’d greeted both he and Leon, she didn’t mention her name. Someone was playing coy! Amusement glinted in his eyes. He loved a good challenge. But in order to make it a challenge, he wasn’t going to outright ask her name. So then he choose to comment on Leon’s idea.

“Ah don’t think the building is really in danger of fallin’,” he said, “You didn’t really do that much damage to it. But we still might as well go. Nothing left to do here,” he concluded, glancing around once again at the ruined room. He took off after Madame Mysterious, seeing no quicker routes. Besides, this one had a nice view in front of him.

M&M’s question was too quickly asked to enable him to interject a response to Leon before it. So he responded to both at one. “Well, Leon, what Ah meant by ‘knocking out fires’ is that Ah extinguished them myself,” he said, turning to the shirtless British guy and tapping his own head once, twice. Turning back to M&M, he replied proudly, “Shore am!” He pointed at his chest. “Ah play with fire.” He jerked his thumb back at Leon. “He does smoke and stuff.” His face briefly winced at that, but hopefully Leon wouldn’t catch it. It would be rude to show such a reaction over a person’s handicap.

Stepping out into the hall, Temper focused on the last of the fires. Fortunately, none of these had found any accelerants, rendering them rather tame and not very profuse. It wasn’t very difficult to convince them to burn themselves out, thanking them for the lovely experience, however untrue that was. There, there should be no progressive effects from the little pyro-party. Now he could rest easy, knowing he didn’t just completely ignore everything he worked for on his day job. The thought made him pretty pleased.