worlds #1 firefighting idiot!

“Awesome.”       He parrots the word with a bemused sort of tone, brow furrowing. He’s used to being awe-inspiring, perhaps, if only in his armor, though that is hardly an option now. He pushes the thought of his lost abilities aside, not yet wanting to deal with how similar his new ones are either. Instead he focuses on the way Galo goes quiet for a moment, stuck inside whatever train of thought is roaring through that decidedly one-track mind. Whatever it is doesn’t seem pleasant, and Lio almost scoffs at himself the second he thinks it.        Of course it’s probably not pleasant; not much of what’s happened to him in the last week is. “I suppose that’s one thing to call us,” he begins, slow, pensive, eyes tracking along the tightening of Galo’s arms with a huff. “Though I’m sure there are another few choice adjectives our comrades might have in mind.”        ‘Reckless’ being first and foremost among them. Admittedly, even though Lio is usually far more careful, his interactions with Galo Thymos have made him realize one thing: the man is a hazard. To Lio’s self-control, at the very least. He isn’t sure how or why, but it’s too easy a thing for him to be caught up in Galo’s pace, dragged along on rides he doesn’t remember boarding until suddenly, he’s hip-deep in trouble and losing all semblance of restraint. If Galo ever figured it out, it’d probably be even more hazardous.        So Lio will just have to make sure he doesn’t. 

“If we are, then we’re at a marked disadvantage. That girl, Aina, would probably be an asset. Meis and Gueira too.” Though he may be a bit biased when it came to the matter of his Seconds in Command. He doesn’t know nearly enough about the rest of Burning Rescue (though something tells him the small blonde in charge of their Operations isn’t to be trifled with) so he couldn’t say for sure, but he’s also certain that they would be good to have along. He pauses another moment, then arches a brow, lips tugging up on one side. “…are you just saying that because one of them might have your Matoi?”

Galo can’t help but admire Lio’s calm approach to all of this. sure, he’d seen Lio in all sorts of emotional states, hurt and rage being two of the most prominent, but the way he calmly thought about the situation at hand, keeping all those thoughts to himself...it was interesting to see. Galo supposes he wasn’t the leader of Mad Burnish for nothing. those leadership abilities not only made him a good asset, but a great companion to have in times of trouble.

that slight smirk, though... it reminds Galo that Lio has a hot streak, just like him, and Galo finds himself grinning.

“Hell yeah! How am I supposed to let everyone know I mean business without it? The flimsy plastic they gave me,” Galo nudges the simultaneously melted and charred baton with his foot, “couldn’t even begin to handle my burning soul!” because that’s why it melted...definitely not the fireball he’d accidentally conjured in surprise.

“Then again...maybe it’s a good thing no one else is here, that we know of. I mean, there’s a huge mess back home to deal with! Who’d clean it up if everyone was whisked away to this place?” a pause, where he considers something else. then, an exasperated yell, with an equally exasperated ruffling of his own hair.

Dipping into a prompt curtsy, she nodded her head in respect before speaking again.

“Cornflower Sapphire, but please call me Cornflower.” It was a little moment, in the grand scheme of things, but Galo’s honest smile had meant a lot to her. That sort of happy-go-lucky attitude humans seemed to have in abundance. “And speaking of hair, how did you get yours to look like that? It’s positively amazing.”

“Cornflower Sapphire...Man, that’s badass!” he says the name a few more times in his head, so he doesn’t forget it.

@soulblaze

Ever since he had arrived in this place, Waka noticed the silence. He had received no visions of things to come, and while he still had some thoughts, they were focused on this place and nothing else. This brought some peace to his mind, which was a rare occurrence in and of itself.

It was…nice, in a way.

Yet he couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy. Was he losing touch with his powers? Was there something about this place that was interfering with his abilities, or had they been taken from him in some form, or modified like what happened with Pillow Talk.

“…this is quite the curious situation, no?” he asked aloud, more to himself than anyone else, but loud enough that anyone passing by could easily here.

Galo was having more or less the opposite problem.

coming from a world where he didn’t really have any innate powers, the firefighter was suddenly faced with a very real problem: he could make a fireball come out of his hands. even with plenty of experience dealing with people who could control fire (or so he thought, at the time) and with putting out fires, his new ability had taken him by surprise. he tried not to use it, as starting fires was against his code as a firefighter, but he couldn’t completely control it yet.

“Huh?”

he turns to face the person who had spoken and takes a moment to process what was said.

“Mechanic?”

He supposed he had a mechanic at one time. Sundance had been as close to a mechanic as one could be. But a Ghost was more like a lifeline than a mechanic. They knew you, inside and out. And with that knowledge, they could reform you in seconds and have you good as new. She was gone now. The people who brought him here didn’t even have the decency to bring her back to him…even though it was clear they had that kind of power.

God, he missed her.

“Totally self-sustaining, kid. I’m what’s called an Exo. Back home, there are scientists capable of taking away all that makes you weak and fleshy and slapping it all inside of a mechanical body. That’s how you get me.” A brief pause, “Well, nobody’s me but me but y’know. That’s how you get this kinda hardware. Software’s all me.”

the others explanation intrigues Galo as he tries to think of examples from his own world to compare. for a moment, he considers Vulcan and his situation, but even that wasn’t the same. in the end, he supposes their worlds can be similar, but never the same. 

“That’s...so cool.”

While she certainly hadn’t expected the sudden (and loud) exclamation, she found the young man’s exuberance to be charming. “Thank you, and I agree. Blue is such a lovely color,” So many people here were polite yet guarded towards her, so Galo’s demeanor came as a breath of fresh air.  Might as well try her hand at befriending him. “Pleased to make your acquaintance… I’m sorry, I haven’t even asked your name.”

ah, right. people normally introduced themselves before starting conversations, huh? guess he jumped the gun a little bit. scratching the back of his head, Galo laughs, slightly sheepish, but without losing a bit of his energy. he’d just been so excited, any thoughts of formality had left his mind.

      “Who knows,” Lio begins, humor coloring the low hum of his voice, “you might be able to. There’s a saying about fighting fire with fire, right?” It’s a principle that should work with fires that aren’t Burnish-made, at least. To a degree, in any case, and really that’s more Galo’s wheelhouse than his. Lio just wants to get that sullen look off his face before it catches; Galo being annoying is one thing. Galo being distressed just seems… wrong somehow. “Technically though, this is three,” he adds, and he shouldn’t be enjoying teasing him so much, but it’s how he functions with Meis and Gueira so it should work fine here too. “Even if no one got hurt, Galo de Lion started a pretty big blaze, didn’t it?”            His arms cross as he speaks, somewhere between amused and concerned, but figures it’s best to simply let Galo talk himself through things. However, the point of the two of them being here brings up a concern that Lio shelves for a later time, instead choosing to watch as Galo, somehow, manages to lift his own spirits. It would be impressive if it weren’t a little off-putting, and something tells him that there’s something not quite right about it. He brushes it aside, and shrugs lightly at Galo, fingertips tightening on his bicep.  “No, I suppose we don’t.” It’s almost absurd how many times this makes for the both of them in the span of a few days, but at least this time, he can say with some degree of certainty, that neither of them could have seen this coming. Despite himself, he feels the urge to laugh along with him, but muddles it down to a huff of a sound, light and contained. 

 “Maybe we should be worried by how many people seem to want to get their hands on us.”

“It’s because we’re just so damn awesome, obviously!”

he says that, but...it wasn’t that simple. as much as he wanted that to be the truth, he hadn’t captured Lio, Meis, and Guiera because they were awesome. he’d thought them to be terrorists, nuisances, public enemies-- the way he was taught to think of them. now, of course, he thought they were absolutely amazing. resilient, caring, hard-working...mostly. likewise, they hadn’t captured him because he was awesome. Galo had been standing in their way and he didn’t blame them one bit.

Kray hadn’t locked Galo up because he was awesome.

the thought hits him like a train and his brows furrow involuntarily. he’d been trying to cheer them both up, but had circled back to upsetting thoughts in no time at all. his idol, his hero...the man he’d looked up to as a savior for so long was nothing of the sort. sure, Galo had gotten to where he was through hard work and determination, but separating his own personal triumphs from the opportunities given to him solely by Kray’s influence was proving to be difficult.

this would take time to heal from. time and lots of thinking.

“Whoa! You’re so blue!” there he goes again, getting in another persons personal space. he wasn’t trying to be rude or overbearing or anything of the sort; he merely spoke his mind and the first thing that popped into it was...that the person he was looking at was extremely blue. the second thing? “My hair kinda matches you! Great minds think alike, huh?”

he’d been walking in the park, trying to get his thoughts together and figure something out before he started to feel even more useless than he already did, when he thought he heard a small mew from a nearby tree. a stray, maybe? that definitely called for a firefighter! sure, he didn’t climb trees a whole lot, but it couldn’t be that hard.

except...this tree didn’t have many footholds, and he found himself slipping about halfway up. before he fell completely, he noticed someone walking by, and twisted midair to avoid them. unceremoniously, Galo fell right on his rear.

technology was an invaluable part of Burning Rescue and their operations, which absolutely included what most people would dub robots. Galo may not have understood everything that went into making one or exactly how it all worked, but he knew that Lucia worked hard and he knew that half of their rescues would be impossible without reinforced suits and vehicles. if anything, he appreciated the aesthetics of it all, which is what mattered in his book.

so, as he circled the stranger in front of him, ooh-ing and aah-ing, he held nothing but the utmost respect...even if his behavior could be considered rude.

starter call! uncapped for now and they’ll be of varying length! i’m also down to plot stuff, so feel free to jump into my ask/IMs! also, i’m going to be on vacation next week and while i’ll have my laptop, i’ll be a bit slower than normal

      Finding himself whisked away does nothing for Lio’s temper.           Those present when he arrives quickly learn to steer clear, and his impatience barely lets him listen to the explanation before he’s swinging out the door, intent on leaving. ‘How’ is something he’ll work on in the process, fingers curling tight into a fist, wishing for the familiar heat he might have once let lick its way up his arm and across his shoulders. His surprise when the heat actually surfaces is enough to dissipate it, but he stares at his hand for a few moments, wondering.   (there comes no persistent urge to ignite, to blaze, to burn, burn, burn and he’s almost grateful.)           His sullen stalking takes him nowhere though, and he gathers only that he’s more or less lost when a familiar voice sounds. Head turning first one way then  the other, he blinks in surprise when he finds him. Of all people, he might have expected Meis of Gueira, if they had him. But thinking about it, about now and about back then, Galo is the obvious choice. They had set the world– the solar system!– ablaze.Pink eyes widen, something like relief spreading wide and soothing in his chest, and yes, alright, he can work with this. He can work with– “…Galo?”

          –Galo is on fire.           If he hadn’t already been moving, the sight would have spurred Lio into motion, making a beeline toward Galo’s panicking form. Whatever the thing in his hand had once been, it’s a lucky thing Galo’s wearing gloves, because it is no more. Not really. The plastic of it warps an twists over the side of his fist, and Lio, instinctively, brings his hands up over it to stifle it. Or tries to, in any case, but Galo has already thrown it down, putting it out with relative ease, and Lio’s eyes drift upward to his now-empty hand, then higher to wide blue eyes set in a frazzled expression. “Oh, I saw,” he says, and feels the smirk curl at his lips before he can stop it. 

“I hope you’re not planning on trying to tell me to take responsibility for that one too.” 

“C’mon, Lio! This is serious!” Galo practically whines the retort and he looks quite like a deer in headlights. he’s no stranger to fire, of course, and definitely not to people with the ability to control it, but he had never experienced the true sensation of conjuring a ball of flame in his hand. plus, this fire was just...regular. much different from the promare. it wasn’t like Lio’s flames at all; those he had come to equate with comfort. safety. life. the one he’d started hadn’t been like that-- the melted plastic on his glove attests to it. “I can’t be a firefighter who starts fires! That’s so against the rules--! One time, sure, but two?”

he allows himself a few more moments to freak out, in which he mostly murmurs about how the tables have turned all of a sudden and how is he supposed to deal with something he can’t control? and is this actually a bad thing?

“Gah… This whole place has got me all out of sorts.” Galo takes a deep breath and lets it out rather exaggeratedly before standing up straight. crisis aside, he is happy to see Lio. the glee he had before accidentally setting his own hand ablaze had only taken a temporary backseat to panic and now that the main dread had dissipated, his joy and relief starts to creep back slowly. worried though he may be, he wants to be happy. something tells him they’ll have a lot of time to figure everything out. “Starting fires is one thing, but both of us being here seems like the bigger problem.”

in an attempt to lighten the mood, Galo laughs as a thought suddenly comes to mind.

he hasn’t been able to sit still. anxiety manifests in the form of incessant pacing when he’s standing, incessant knee-bouncing when he’s sitting. although Galo usually did his best to stay positive, it was difficult to focus on the good when everything was wrong. he shouldn’t be in wherever-the-hell he was! he needed to be at home, continuing to help the world rebuild and recover. would everyone think he disappeared? the thought scares him. brow furrowed, he worriedly chews his lip and keeps walking, clutching the little ribbon wand he was given like it was a lifeline.

he considers heading back to the lodging he was assigned, but decides against it. no use moping around; nothing good would come from sitting inside. he needed to explore and ask people questions. as he turns to head towards what he thinks is a park, Galo catches sight of someone in the distance. light hair, small frame, dark clothes… was that…?

“Lio?” his name falls from his lips softly. recognition melts into surprise, surprise transforms into happiness. a childlike glee overtakes him, a grin plastered on his face as he waves his arms above his head, any sign of his previous bad mood gone. the multi-colored ribbon wand flutters in the air, a mockery of his precious matoi, but symbolic nonetheless. it was really him, right? it had to be! “Hey! Lio! Over here! It’s me--!” as his excitement grows, so does the warmth in his chest...and in his hand. 

huh?!

a quick glance up confirms it. his ribbon wand is on fire. real, bonafide fire, red and--

Galo Thymos -- Promare

hello!! this is Rei back with a new muse-- Galo! this is my first time writing for him, but he’s very dear to me, so I hope to do him some justice! if you aren’t familiar with him, I implore you to watch Promare, but here’s a little rundown:

self-proclaimed worlds #1 firefighting idiot

...and worlds #1 himbo

has a pretty intense presence, so you’ll definitely know when he’s around

(or it could be that he’s just loud--)

spiky hair, don’t care

pizza is love. pizza is life.

a little dumb, but he’s got the spirit!

very interested in the well-being of others, so please tell him to focus on himself for just one second

voted most likely to rush into a situation with little to no preparation and come out unscathed purely because of dumb luck and determination