Who: Mick Rory and Open Where: Thunderbolts Mansion When: January 30, 2012 What: Messing with schematics and possible immolation. Rating: PG
The kitchen table was a mess. Not the same mess as the rest of the room which was composed mostly of dirty dishes and empty take out containers. No, Mick had made sure to move those to the floor so he could have the entire table free. There were a variety of papers spread out in front of him as well as a few glass containers.
He grabbed a glass of liquid, poured a little out into a bowl, then brought a lit match to it. The liquid flared up instantly only to settle almost immediately afterwards. Mick's eyes narrowed critically and then he grabbed a pen making notations on a nearby piece of paper. This was far from the ideal working conditions.
Small scale tests were a waste of a time and not having unlimited access to his weapon was frustrating beyond belief. House arrest was making him stir crazy. He reached for the next container then thought better of it.
He studied his notations a second more before balling them up in frustration and dropping them in the trash can. It was a waste of time, playing, teasing, taunting the flame when it was worthy of so much more. He took a few deep breaths and tried to suppress the urge. A self help mantra played over in his head. 'The fire doesn't control me. I don't need the fire.' He reached for the next glass container, then paused...
But if he wanted the fire...
He tossed the rest of the papers into the trash can. The glasses followed, the liquid soaking into the notes rendering them illegible. The bowl was last.
There. Now there was nothing on the table but the match box.
He drew one out and lit in a smooth motion. The small flame seemed to dance between his fingertips and a sudden peace washed over him. Everything else had just been a distraction.
Mick let his gaze slowly drift to the trash bin and before the match could burn out, threw it in too.