An Open RP Post!

[ambusti_terrae]

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[ambusti_terrae]

Charlie has always been a volatile person. Calm and quiet most of the time, sure, but the quickest way to put her into a panic is to tell her abruptly that someone she cares for is leaving, probably for something dangerous. So she's angry.

Pissed.

Infuriated. And yeah, on fire. Nothing around her is burning because she's keeping it controlled, at the very least. But she is absolutely a bright, burning ball of Very Pissed Off Eighteen Year Old Girl.

She doesn't know what Kevin is to her, not yet. But she knows he's the most important person to her in this stupid building, so the idea of him going somewhere dangerous? Not flying with her.

"This is bullshit," she finally manages to hiss out. The flames lower, sure, but they don't entirely go out. That won't be for a while.

"They gave you one hour to get ready," she says, which isn't what's pissing her off. "And they barely delivered the news to anyone else with a shred of tact."

There it is. That's what's upsetting her. Someone came up to her and said 'hey kevin is going somewhere dangerous in a few minutes. what do you want for dinner?' and Charlie lost her shit.

That's how they got into this situation.

[southernreaper]

Kevin doesn't approach. She won't mean to, but she could hurt him. And that's not the way he wants to get out of this mission. "Charlie." He sighs, already dressed in his uniform, and got his spacesuit on standby. Yeah, he'd only gotten a two hour warning, but that's how this works, sometimes. He'd wanted to tell her himself, but she'd been told by someone else first.

He sighs. "Charlie, I'm sorry." He says, gently. "I was gonna tell you." He says, gently.

He likes her. She spends time in the forge, and lets him work, but is there if he needs someone to talk to. But she's okay if he doesn't want to talk at all. She's also a great cook. Between the two of them, and a few others, there are decent meals put out for people. ANd there's always something in the freezer for everyone.

[ambusti_terrae]

"Why are you sorry? This wasn't your idea," she says just as gently, finally putting the fire away with a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest with a frown, shooting Xavier and crew a dirty look.

"I know you were. You always do, and you do a better job than others. It's just stupid that you never go the chance to."

[southernreaper]

When the flames finally go out, he takes her hand and pulls her out of Xavier's office. He heads straight for the forge out back. When they're shut in there, the door blocking out everyone, he sighs. "Charlie, this whole damned thing is a mess. But they might need a welder. And I can do that, and with my power..." His gloves creak. His power is so deadly, so dangerous. And they doubt he'll ever have control.

"With my power, if something I can do can save lives? I have to." He's nineteen, and terrified that all he'll ever be is a killer. His power is terrible for anyone to deal with, but she's never been afraid of him, never been afraid of the power. Respectful, yes, but not afraid. "I can't do it with my powers, but with my skills, I can help. I'm going to."