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That fire had snapped him back into reality and not trying to repress that visual he had gotten. Jerking back into the relm of the living and shaking out his hand. "Son-of-a......" He sucked on the burn for a second. "Geez....do you torch everything that makes you mad? I mean that bit with the burning building was a bit excessive don't you think?" He was still a bit punchy from that vision otherwise he'd have just walked away from this. "....it's called anger management....look into it....seriously..." Still somewhat desturbed by that image because while he had handled objects that were used to kill people he usually was mentally ready to do so...which was not the case in the matter of the lighter. Seriously...ever try to see a murder from the knife's perspective? Not pretty.

Kidd giggled at the too splashing at each other and swam to the bottom againb. she sat there, holding herself to the the bottom by ice handles. and started to file with Ice and snow. she'd for a long time tryed to entertain the idea that she could manybe manipulate water as she did ice, but she just couldn't control if once it was lique. but here in an almost zero gravaty place she could practise

((Brandon Becky! post more! develope this pot a little please))

Flicking her wrist and cracking her neck, she was almost immediately a very inconspicuous mexican chica, walking purposefully down the street, boring into an unseen horizon with her chilling (brown) eyes. She walked quickly, with a fairly large stride, and cut several sharp corners. She was aware how odd it might look for a tough-looking teenager to be following this five foot pile of spanish catcalls, but she really didn't care. If he was embarassed, it was his own problem. She had better things to do, and more pressing matters to keep her mind on. She approached the looming brotherhood house, just in time to see the television antennae swerve disconcertingly off to one side, and a shingle slide clear off the roof, landing with an embarassing 'splot' on the tarnished tile out front. She halted suddenly, one hand on her hips, one clutching her temple. She mumbled something under her breath containing 'my house' and several obscenities. She broke into a walk again, not stopping till she actually reached the house, and scrutinized the piles of dust as if she were expecting more chunky scrawls that would inevitably give them away. Leaning over at an unnecessary angle, she looked at the window's bottom pane of glass, where a finger had written 'wash me', from the inside, and invariably backwards. Regaining her composure, she turned to smirk at Lance, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows like a teacher to a child who just put a puzzle together wrong.
"Well, you heard the window. Get going."
She opened the door with a yell for Toad, and closed it just in time for her mottled reflection in the window to turn blue.

becky notice brandon diving toward kidd 'what are they doing?' becky asked herself. becky decide to see what kidd and brandon did first before she did anything .

"Geez...do you torch everything that makes you mad? I mean that bit with the burning building was a bit excessive don't you think?.... it's called anger management... look into it....seriously..."

John looked at the boy. He's gotta be a mutant. And I'm guessing he's able to figure out who you are...but how? Oh well I don't have time for this,got things to do, John thought to himself. "Look who's talking. I let you borrow my lighter and as a thankyou, you throw it back in my face? I think you're the one who needs to managment classes. And as for torching everything that makes me mad?.....for the most part yeah, I do. And as for burning a building.... oh you must be talking about me robbing the bank a couple of weeks ago. I did set the place on fire after I left.... or was it the hotel?...Either way that was a couple of weeks ago so you shouldn't worry about it." John looked up to see that everyone finally had they're things. "Well it's time for me and my friends to go. You got anymore questions?

Sasha was happily cuddling the injured kitties when a guy came up and seemed to be picking a fight with Pyro. She just stood by and watched as the new guy and Pyro were talking back and forth. Just as Sasha was getting tired, mostly cause they weren't talking about how beautiful she was, Pyro finally said it was time to leave. "Hey Vicky babe, after we get home and unload the stuff, wanna come with me to take the kitties to get checked up?" Then Sasha had a wonderful idea. "Hey I know what we all can do. Let's all go to the new Karoke bar that just about down near the mall. It would be interesting to hear Pyro and Pietro sing together when they're drunk."

Taiya and Darius came up to the group when they heard Pyro say it was time to go. Taiya held on tightly to her Tamahome plusie. "Ah....Tamahome," she said, drooling. "Karoke? That sounds like fun, we do a number from spice girls and I can be baby spice."

Toad crouched low to the ground by someone car. His yellowish finger nails scraping minute rocks from the parking lot's assault. He was bored, and had been for some time, the boy had the attention span of a goldfish and needed for sometime to happen other then talking to keep him awake. Pyro arguing with the stranger and not one flame, stupid. Lance and Mystique far off, nothing. Crazy girl and quiet girl talking, boring. Toad sighed and picked at a larger pebble in the assault, but it didn't shift, trying harder he let out a light yelp when the rock hit him in the eye. The yelp however, went unnoticed, leaving Mortimer to sit there and rub his eye silently.

"Sorry...not gonna happen...I didn't even want you to keep the stupid cats the first place."

Toad looked up and corked and eyebrow, quiet girl was standing up to crazy girl, now that was interesting. But alas, the quiet brawl didn't last long and soon boring again. "Can we PLEASE go now?" Mortimer asked, sounding somewhat like a young child stuck at a stupid Home and Garden Show. "Please..."