Mickey Torres (thisboyisonfire) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-03-24 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: mickey torres, character: sorin antonescu, location: kitsune dorm, location: sport fields |
Thread: Fire Away
WHO: Mickey Torres and OPEN
WHEN: Afternoon of the 24th
WHERE: The practise field of Combat Training
Spring was happening. Mickey could feel it, his body revving up by becoming more active, more awake, more restless. He used to be able to this mood out on Leon (for hours), and before, by taking it out on anyone who was available. But there were others ways for a being of fire. While Mickey had been slowly getting control of sand and wind, it was fire that was his best element.
Mickey was on the training field, which hadn't been grown in yet. However, even the dirt on the field couldn't hit the marks and potholes that had been caused by students training their elements. This earth had been singed, frozen, trampled and whipped up many, many times. And now, Mickey was going to damage to it.
The boy was shirtless and shoeless, wearing white pants as he summoned flame into being. Easy. The fire expanded, floating above his head like a miniature sun. And there, Mickey made it a disk, roaring and whirring above him. Momentum. Now, let's see...
Mickey let it go, making the disk whir around the field now. Firing a fireball was easy, because it just meant making one, aiming (optional) and letting it go. But keeping it under control, that was hard. The straw marks set up around the field would catch ablaze easily, and Mickey wanted to avoid that. His eyes were slits as he kept on focusing, drawing intricate patterns on the field with his missile made of pure fire. Focus. Focus. Focus.