Dawn
When things had settled down a bit, Dawn led Oliver, Tate, and Buzza to the caf, so that they could grab something to eat. Looking around, she spotted somebody.
"Hey, John, come here for a minute," she called, and St. John Allerdyce walked over.
"Hey MIss Perfect," he drawled, "What can I do for you?"
"Pyro, meet Pyro," Dawn introduced. "I thought the two of you might like to share secrets." Dawn went back to the table where her friends were sitting, anf left the two boys to compare notes.
Oliver, Tate and Buzza
Oliver grinned and stuck out his hand.
"The name's Oliver," he said. "These are Tate and Buzza."
"A pleasure to meet you," Tate said, fluttering her eyelids.
Buzza waved from his perch on Tate's head.
John
"So," John began, "Dawn tells me that you can create fire at will? I'm jealous."
Oliver, Tate and Buzza
"Well, it's not all that fantastic if you los eyour temper and set the house on fire," Oliver laughed. "But I'm getting the hang of it now. Which is good. At the rate I was going I would have been branded an arsonist and ended up in jail for sure."
"I nearly did end up in jail," Tate said cheerfully. "Break and enter. It was funny. Especially during court and they managed to prove I wasn't the person on the secuirty cameras, when I really was."
"Tatey! Me smell honey! Me wantzzz honey! Honey!" Buzza shouted.
"Okay! We go look for honey," Tate agreed, getting up.
"Yay!"
John
"Yeah, I nearly went to jail myself. I probably shouldn't have blown up those cop cars," St. John looked grim. "But oh well, I'm back now. I kind of fell in with 'the wrong sort. Anyways, after talking with Dawn, I think we can help each other, wanna go over there and sit down?"
Oliver
"Sure," Oliver replied.
He got up and followed John over to where he had indicated.
"So, how do you wanna start?"
John
"Well," St. john smiled, "This is why they call me Pyro." He flicked open his zippo and pulled the flame into his hand. Then he made it grow, and began to shape the flame into a dragon, and made it snarl at Oliver, and the stretched it out so it resembled a Chinese dragon, as opposed to Lockheed. Then he snapped his hand closed and the fire estinguished.
"I can't create the flame, only manipulate it."
Oliver
"Cool," Oliver replied. "Or should I say, hot?"
He chuckled at his own joke.
"Actually, when Dawn mentioned you could do that, I tried to do it myself. But it didn't work. I guess I still have to learn more about control."
John
"Well, it takes a lot of practice. I wish I could create the fire, though. BUt I probably will be able to, in time, says the professor, and then I won't need my zippo anymore." John said.
Oliver
Oliver nodded.
"Guess we have a few things we can learn from each other. I wonder is me being a Dathrian/human hybris and you being a mutant will make any difference?"