too hot; hot damn.

Bobby approached John and stopped him with a finger over his lips to keep him quiet or at least he hoped. John didn’t do well with taking direction, especially from Bobby. “I want you to take me in,” Bobby whispered after he looked around. He’d been hiding from Doombots for a couple hours as he looked for John. “You kept me from getting Doomed to death while in that costume,” he pointed out and held his wrists out. “My name starts with ‘R’. You have to take me in, security guy.”

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Clint wasn’t expecting THAT, but it was more than being about volunteering. They all wanted to get out of here — confident in the assumption nobody would want to actually STAY. “Alright, noted that you’re not going to risk your life for me.” He teases as he grabs his quiver, tossing it over his shoulders to rest against his back. “Let’s get moving then, yeah?”

“Right. Yeah.” Pyro internally cursed himself, never having expected to actually have to go out there to help. Sure, there was a possibility going into the jungle would lead to some sort of fight- something that Pyro could get on board with- but toeing this line between good and bad was proving harder than he thought. He wasn’t currently aligned with anyone and he liked it like that, but just because he wasn’t working with Magneto anymore didn’t mean he wanted to play the hero. “Do you actually have a plan?”

Bobby was no longer Bobby, or at least that was how he felt. He felt punch drunk and was in the search of a cup of tea. He didn’t much mind Doom’s speech because as soon as it ended he was thinking of curious riddles that he could tell to others. A man with arms on fire approached him and he recognized it to be someone he knew but he didn’t know why. His memory was rather buggered and he suddenly had an existential fear of being beheaded. Bobby stared, unblinking when the man on fire spoke to him. He let out a mad sort of laugh and began feeling around his clothes for his teacup.

“Time is such an odd man like the draft horse brought to a paper factory. There will be no more second helpings if you don’t find the losing hamster in the race. Do you understand like the chickens or the ocean?”

Bobby giggled and waited for John to answer as he shook his own sleeves.

As Bobby released the first laugh, Pyro recoiled, taking a couple of steps back from him. This was ridiculous. Why would Doom think this was a good idea? Forget the carnage around them, but he couldn’t possibly be happy with people becoming like... this. What had he even said? None of it made any sense. “I’m not even responding to that.” Pyro shook his head, waving a dismissive hand. For a moment, he became distracted by his flaming arms, subconsciously hoping that this power might stay. He could certainly get used to being able to create his own fire.

“Bobby... Listen to me... You’re only dressed as the Mad Hatter. You aren’t actually him.” Why did he have to go and dress like this? “Come on, man. I don’t have the patience for this weird shit.”

Clint was worried about the people that left for scouting, a lot of them consisting of his friends so he needs to have hope that they’ll come back. “How long has it been been since they left?” The man asks because not hearing anything from the group doesn’t feel right. He doesn’t want to even start contemplating what could have been found out there — it must not be good.

“Aw hell. If it isn’t mister hot pants,” Logan groaned. “What the hell are you doing here? Who let you out of your room?”

For a moment, he considered punching the kid in the face. Claws or no claws, he’d probably succeed in getting that smug look off his face. And it wasn’t like Charles was here or anything. No one would know.

Okay, everyone would know, but no one would be there to give him the disappointed look. “Look, you better scram to the kitchens and get more of those.”

kate wasn’t too happy when her bow had been confiscated from her, but she knew better than to argue for it back. when the man beside her questioned her abilities, kate chuckled. “it’s pure talent, babe. i’m all human.” kate’s aim was as close to flawless as it could be. still, there was always room for improvement. “i make my own arrowheads too. i mean, i have normal ones, but i also have some that can do what other arrows can’t. they took my bow though. can’t do much without it. i’m kate. i don’t think we’ve formally met.”

Pyro gave her a sceptical look, absolutely not believing her. “Come on. Really? You’ve got nothing even hiking up your agility? Focus? Were you raised by assassins?” He released a small laugh, “You can make all your own arrows, but you can’t make a bow? Not even a standard wooden one?” Might not be the kind of weapon she’s used to, but it would certainly do the job. “We haven’t. I’m Pyro.”

Logan was … mostly here for the food. And also the chance to get a look at the Dick-tator in the flesh, see if he could run him through a few times.

So far, the food was good - though the portions were tiny - but the star of the show hadn’t turned up to his own party. 

Staking out the food table, he moved to grab one of the last cocktail sausages at the same time someone else reached for it. “Hey,” he said, “That one’s mine.”

Pyro didn’t even hesitate when he saw the other hand, continuing to reach for the cocktail sausage. “Huh.” He mused before dropping it into his mouth. “You sure about that?” Pyro tilted his head as he looked up at the other mutant, over-emphasising his chewing. He cooked the damn sausages- he had eternal dibs.

stephen wasn’t one for parties unless they were based around himself. unfortunately for him and the entirety of the forced residents of this hellscape, it wasn’t about him, but rather about… doom. the one good and shiny thing was tony was out of the doomgeons and there was what appeared to be free food and beverages. plus stephen could dress up as gandalf. the only actual noteworthy fictional sorcerer in his book. turning sharply, he accidentally hit someone with his walking stick and grimaced before shoving a piece of cheese in his mouth, “i’m so sorry, i have to get used to using this thing, are you alright?”

Pyro hated every single second of this; the dressing up, the fact he was forced to cook, being security detail for this freak? All of it pissed him off. Sure, he had asked to be his security- for his own personal reasons- but that didn’t make it any better. Not that Pyro wasn’t used to being looked at as a villain, but it also didn’t help that most people probably thought he was siding with Doom now. Because of this, when he was hit with the stick, he couldn’t help but assume it had been deliberate. “Fuck!” He exclaimed, “Watch what you’re doing with that thing!”

The kid might have a point, but still his energy put toward scavenging for coffee beans should be put elsewhere. He needed to hunt for meat, that was his main task while they’re stuck here in DINOSAUR LAND. He could get lucky and keep an eye out for something that resembles coffee though. “I’ll need to have a conversation with one of those MAGIC USERS.”

“I suppose it is.” Clint doesn’t really feel like explaining himself, but his life went to SHIT after Thanos snapped his fingers. What was meant to be a day eating hot dogs turned out to be the worst day of his life. “I never thought about that. You’re going to get my hopes up, but I don’t feel like searching through the jungle over a WHAT IF.” He laughs for a moment which feels unusual given the circumstances.

@pyrc-maniac The compound had become a hive of activity, all of a sudden. People were running around like they had when the bombs came. The demons were coming, and they were breaking through. She could banish them with her powers, but there were just too many and she was growing exhausted. They needed to get out of here. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of light. Fire! She shrieked, swiftly gliding to the side and glaring. Her most recent nightmare of turning to glass had flashed before her eyes in that second. “Ya Allah, I’m made of sand! Be careful!”

Pyro wasn’t afraid of fire- he never had been- but his fear of losing control was another thing entirely. He was sure this couldn’t be happening. He was an upper-level mutant- the worst one, he had once described himself as. Pyro didn’t lose control, but with the shriek to his left distracting him further, the fire flickered towards him as he struggled to extinguish it. “It’s not real. It’s not happening.” He muttered under his breath as the memory of the fiery silhouettes of his parents flashed in his mind again. They hadn’t been real... why would this be? Pyro steadied his breathing, pushing the fire down into a single flame before it vanished entirely. He still had control. It was all in his head. “Sand?” He finally asked in disbelief, looking a little out of breath as he turned to face her.