Theresa looked over at him with a frown. "When you did the thing earlier," she said, tilting her head curiously. "Did you think we'd be on opposing teams? Was it a threat?" * * * Monty beamed, going over to grab his bag. "Excellent."
He tilted his head curiously before brightening and doing the finger gun. "Oh! This! It's just a friendly gesture." *** Theo let her hair down and brought intense heat to her body, allowing herself to dry of rather quickly as complexion became a warmer red.
She frowned, her hand involuntarily copying him as she studied him curiously. "But... you are making a gun," she said, perplexed. "How can a gun be a friendly gesture?" * * * Fina studied her thoughtfully, considering this magic. "Excuse me, Theo," she said primly, her eyes bright with curiosity. "But, erm... how are you keeping the heat contained rather than producing it externally?"
"But it's not a gun," he explained. "It's my fingers. It's less harmless than a squirt gun." *** Theo looked confused. "What do you mean?"
“But it has the implications of a weapon,” she said, obviously baffled. *** “You are keeping the heat inside you to dry off, rather than producing flames. I’m curious as to how you make that distinction.”
He shrugged, smiling slightly. Her curiousity seemed to amuse him slightly. "So do you feel threatened by empty squirt guns?" *** She looked thoughtful, before putting her hands together. "I think it works like a heater."
She bristled, raising one eyebrow. "I don't feel threatened by anything," she said slowly, raising one eyebrow. "But I do feel... what's the word.... insulted." * * * She watched, her gaze fascinated. "A heater... how do you mean?"
He raised his hands, waving them. "I didn't mean it as an insult!" *** "Well... They heat up without catching on fire," she said before a pause and grin. "But I can catch on fire if I wanted."
She raised an eyebrow, a small laugh making its way through her mouth. "I'm sure," she replied wryly. Her eyes, almost white, seemed to glow slightly and she paused, frowning slightly as her gaze became distracted, watching something that only she could see. * * * "Could you?" Fina asked interestedly. "Could you isolate certain areas? For example, could your ankle catch fire while the rest of you stays at room temperature?"
He frowned slightly, tilting his head as he observed her. *** She laughed slightly, retrieving her things. "I'm working on that."
She blinked and looked quite pale, looking over at Maverick for a moment before looking over her shoulder. "Excuse me, I... I have to go." * * * "Fascinating," Fina murmured. "It's difficult, then?"
He blinked, his smile staying on his face, albeit more nervous. "That was settling." *** "Yes, it's hard to control. Temperamental. Anyways, off to get food?"
Sylas scoffed as Theresa walked away. "She's being dramatic. Don't worry. I think she might fake those visions." * * * "Yeah, Fina," Monty said playfully, draping an arm over her shoulder. "Chill out." Fina laughed embarrassedly, ducking out from under his arm.
He raised his eyebrows, looking over at Sylas. "Oh? How accusatory. What makes you think that?" *** Theo laughed slightly. "It's alright. Let's go."
He folded his arms, looking over at Maverick. "So holier than thou. Have you noticed? She talks in that prophetic way of hers. If you ask me, she's just slow." * * * (Zoop?)
Sylas glanced over at Maverick, knowing exactly what he was after. "Yes. Everyone does." * * * "And a glass of water, please," Monty said easily, placing the end of his order at the cafe. The cashier blushed under his gaze, averting her eyes to insert the information into the ringer.
"Mhmm," he murmured, looking thoughtful. "Thanks. Well, I'll be going now." He changed into a bird, taking off. Cassian raised an eyebrow. "Not everyone thinks that, you know." *** Lilith was sitting next to Theo, who had her legs crossed, chatting idly.
Sylas looked over at Cassian, a small smirk on his face. "Everyone that matters does," he said smoothly. The bell rang and he went to go grab his bag. * * * Fina was finishing writing down some information in her field guide and Monty looked over at her, frowning. "What do you write in there, anyway?" She glanced up, looking embarrassed. "Oh... just whatever I find interesting," she said, providing her default answer.
Cassian didn't seem impressed. "Mm." He left, shaking his head. *** Theo leaned in, obviously interested. "Anything cool?"
