Lena Roze
Storm had been curious about the reports of pranks involving fire and how it seemed that no one knew the cause of the fires so he set out to the most recent fire sightings.
The senshi of volcanic lightning was looking at the burnt patches of ground. "I wonder what caused this." He said softly as he causally pulled at the charred grass. Then looking around for anything that might've caused it. There were what looked like smaller patches of charred grass which made it that much more interesting.
Fire Belly Newts (15) : Pranks are common this time of year, and what’s funnier than a little arson? A lot of things, actually, but for some reason there are frequent reports of small fires being set and abandoned all throughout the city. Most of the time, these fires burn out before causing much damage, but things are escalating and it’s only a matter of time before things start getting dangerous–especially with how dry it’s been, and all these dead, fallen leaves. But, it’s worse than just flammable debris. Sometimes, there are small patches of boiled pavement. Melted metal–guardrails, lamps, fire hydrants. Destruction is rampant, and no one knows why. But you do. You saw one of them. A foot long, black newt, with a bright-red belly that glowed brightly when it spat up real, liquid flame right in front of you. Lava pooled from its round little belly, ignited like a match to oil. It darts through alleys and storm drains, too fast to catch. At least you tried.
