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Who: Mikleo (& Sorey!) and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Huntress & Iskaulit
When: now! Bam!

( video; morning )

[The communicator glitches itself on with an intrusive beep, displaying the occupied captain's bed of the Huntress, which at this hour is just a pile of blankets and a tousled head of brown hair; there's a bump that indicates another body, but none is visible on the camera. The noise causes a bit of stir, followed by a muffled sneeze and a groan. The sneeze carries with it, oddly, a spark.

A moment later, a glimmer of a small flame licks at the fabric around the shoulder of the brown-haired occupant.

Silence.

And suddenly the blankets jerk upright, and Mikleo's voice comes through--]

Sorey!! Wake up, you're on fire!

Nnnno ‘s just warm...

Wh- seriously!? That's your... ugh, hang on, I'll-

[Mikleo gestures invisibly, summoning water to douse the flames, but it isn't water that comes out. And now the bed is really on fire--]

….AAAAHH!!! What, what!?

AAAH, WHAT?! [Sorey jerks awake and that’s when the camera gets smacked around, tumbling onto the floor for a view of him screaming at the fire and trying to beat it -and something else?- with a pillow.] Fire! Mikleo, fire-!

I know!! I know!!

[CLICK- dead air.]

( action; huntress & iskaulit )

[If you happen to come across Mikleo for the next several days, he's stalking angrily and purposefully around, probably grumbling about the Atroma and their delightful meddling. Instead of the usual blue tinting the tips and curves of his hair, it's a soft auburn, the tips sliding into a gradiant of reds and pinks. He's on the hunt for distractions, and oh, is he ever cranky about his new look.

He's also leaving little spark trails behind himself, still not in control of his new element, so... maybe tell him, so he doesn't set anything important on fire?]

(( mikleo is augment-glitched into a fire seraph! laugh at his pain. both sorey & mikleo may respond to the first part! ))

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Right. Sure. Okay.

[Keith frowned a bit.]

So, uh... you're not going to burn down the ship?

I was never trying to!

[Keith put his hands up defensively.]

Okay. Just making sure.

Look... maybe you should... I don't know, walk around with a fire extinguisher for a few days or something until you're back to normal.

Ugh... thanks for the vote of confidence.

[Though that isn't a no. The bed was admittedly an accident, but he's not entirely confident in his ability to control his artes in this state.]

Don't worry, I'm the fire extinguisher! [Don't mind him just showing up in the middle of your conversation.] We won't set anything else on fire Keith, cross my heart.

If you're sure.

[It was one thing to be the pilot of a fire-powered robot lion... it was quite another to have someone unable to control their ability to actually set things on fire... especially on a spaceship.

Don't mind Keith. He just... had a thing about people he cares about potentially getting hurt (or worse) in fires... Cruelly ironic... considering the Lion he had originally.]

[It's easy to sense the concern, and Mikleo can recognize he's being kind of an asshole, which is wholly unnecessary. Just because the Atroma are screwing with him doesn't mean he ought to take it out on everyone else.

After a moment he sighs and reaches out to lightly bump his fist against Keith's arm, shaking his head.]

It's fine, sorry. This sort of thing is always temporary, we just... have to deal with it. If it gets out of hand I'll stay at on the Iskaulit for a while- there's enough rooms there that I can keep a fire isolated.

[Or just sit in the pool for a week until it wears off. There's also the option of dwelling inside Sorey, though he'd almost certainly get bored of doing nothing with either option before too long.]

[Keith nodded.]

Okay. Let's hope it's the shorter temporary instead of the longer, right?

[He gave the two of them a somewhat wry smile. After all, these glitch things were always weird and awkward, and having one's elemental affiliation suddenly changed so immediately and so drastically was probably uncomfortable, to say the least.]

Don't worry, we're good at adapting! Mikleo especially. [Brag brag brag] Anyway, too bad it wasn't me waking up with a fish tail like Lance's, huh? A little less dangerous than fire.

[omg you're so embarrassing]

I wouldn't have minded something like that. At least we'd be able to have some fun with it.

The fish tail thing was amusing... until it came to me having to carry him back and forth between bed here and the stupid pool on the Iskaulit. [Keith visibly sighed.] Once we figured out that his legs came back when he was dry, that helped a lot.

[He scrunched his nose, though, the smell of burnt bedding bothering him a little. It was smell he knew well, but hadn't experienced in a long time. It brought up some awkward memories.]

I'll uh... leave you guys to it, then. See you later.