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                      There’s something about volcanoes.     Revered, worshiped even, and yet an embodiment of fear.                            A destructive kind of beauty.                                                         A danger.

 Perhaps it was that alone that drew people to them --- her at least. And maybe it was things just like this that would be the end of her.

                             Was she almost at the top?

Each step she took strew little clouds of reddish brown dust. She had been trekking up easily enough, skin dusted red from hours of venturing.

It was hot. No doubt, getting hotter.

She huffed, reaching in her bag for her bottle of water. As she drank, she noticed that she was not alone here. The revelation piqued her interest.

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Alola had been beautiful up to that point, but Rory heard he could go learn fire dancing up at the volcano park and, well, how could he resist learning another type of dance? Especially one involving danger and excitement. Fire? In dancing? Grabby hands.

So he made the trek up at the news of lessons being available, and he found himself wandering around, finding the first person he could to ask.

“Excuse me!” he boomed. “I heard I could come here to learn fire dancing. Do you know where I should head to find the instructor?”

Stopping strangers was probably the best way to do it, honestly. Rory was unfathomably tall, and a bit intimidating in appearance. Androgyny aside, Rory was an amazon. He loomed over every other human he met, basically.

Cyrus let his intense but near dead eyes glance over Tabitha. Raising his shoulders a little at the statement, he lowered them again as he let out a breath, using the small moment used in that action to find the words he wanted to reply with.

It shamed him to admit, the other wasn’t wrong. He had suffered the consequences of defeat many years back, and it was only just recently he dared to get back to society to plan something new. To live life among the people he hated due to not liking the loneliness the distortion world offered. 

 His goals were still there, ever so present and never fading. Just as strong as they had been for so long ago. He only needed to plan a little better for the next time. Take another approach. Work with what he had, and improve on the faults of his previous plan.

He hadn’t aged a day during his stay in the Distortion world, but it had given him a lot of time to think.

Watch out, Maxie! Your favorite Admin is here! We made sure to slow-cook this bad boy at 350 degrees so now he’s hot and ready to go ( with an emphasis on hot hoo boy )!

Hope he doesn’t mind our watery Undella Bay paradise — see, there’s plenty of sand and beachy land to go around! Go ahead and follow everyone on the Masterlist, if you’d please!