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 Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 1:04 pm
((This is being done here due to the fact that it actually occurred a while ago~))
It was a chilly day, chillier than a certain firey child would have liked. The apartment seemed to suck away at any warmth her body made, and it annoyed her. She was tired, and achey, and annoyed. It made for an irrational thought process.
Perhaps if she made her own fire, she could keep herself warm.
Laying on the couch, Ilistala began to glow. She burst into flames, which flickered at her skin. How warm they felt. So warm in fact, that the toddler wouldn't have noticed them eating away at her. In a few seconds, she had turned to ash- and the couch she had been laying on caught on fire.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 1:33 pm
What a chilly day, indeed! Ioyla and Ilistala had spent most of the morning wrapped in a blanket on the couch together, watching cartoons and eating sugary cereal. Eventually, Ioyla got up to take a shower, leaving Stala alone on the couch. Shortly before her mother returned, Stala decided she was far too cold, and promptly incinterated herself into nothing. Unfortunately, there was no way for her to control her own flame, so a fire spread to the couch and threatend to burn up the whole apartment--if Ioyla had not walked in, just at the nick of time, wrapped in a towel and soaking wet.
"OH WHAT THE ********> she barked at the sight of flames engulfing her furniture. Dashing into the tiny kitchen, Ioyla yanked an empty bucket out from beneath the sink and filled it to the very top with water. She rushed back into the living room and tossed it on the couch, exterminating the fire and her couch. All evidence of the fire was gone, except for scorched walls, blackened furniture, and a mysterious pile of ash that sat in the middle of the couch.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 1:44 pm
The mysterious pile of ash wiggled before stilling once more. Yep, there was something mysterious about it all right. So mysterious, in fact, that it was hard to tell if it was mysterious at all. It glittered oddly, as though every tiny kernel of ash was really a teeny reflective surface, and it was shaped in an almost perfect pyramid, but otherwise the pile was just a pile, and Ioyla was less one child.
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