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[born_in_flame]

Caleb always seems to wind up in a bar when he asks his questions. Tonight he is staring down into a mug have had several at this point. Something seems to be weighting on his mind and he looks up a few times and then back down as if working up the courage to speak. Finally he looks up again and speaks softly his accent a bit thicker than normal.

"If you felt something...for someone that could change your relationship...would you speak or stay silent?"

Fight fire with fire

[hellfire_andfury]

If anyone is passing by the Plaza area of the Nexus they will immediately spot a rather tall and strong looking man currently bent down filling empty vodka bottles with an almost clear liquid. It has a strong fuel-like smell to it and it's carefully being syphoned into the home made bottles with a precision and practiced hand. Beside the man there is also a bag of long string wicks and a lighter emblazoned with flames and a bike logo on it. The man was a punk since he was wearing black leathers right up to his sturdy boots which had metal studs down the sides.

He was making fire bombs for back home in his world. Stocking up for the next tirade he and the band would go on once he got back to the hotel. Yet, once he had finished making the molotov cocktails, three to be precise, he secured the tops on then stuffed them into the insides of his jacket. Sitting down on the nearby bench he began stuffing the excess materials into his bag whilst wondering who passed this part of the Nexus. Being relatively new still, Viktor was still finding his way around. He'd been to a few of the drinking establishments one being the Viper's Pit and had liked what he saw so far. Still, he was out to get smashed tonight and light up the town, not literally, since he'd read about the stupid anti-violence field. What the hell even was that? Still, he could chaos in some form or another punk style.

Fire was his main passion being a pyromaniac and lead singer for the band the Hell's Angels. Cast out by his family, Viktor was often viewed as nothing more than a delinquent punk. Pushing back his long dirty blond hair he clicked his neck and knew he was well away from his family now and wanted to move on in his life now that he had his band and his new boyfriend, Vars. The whole thing with his old man being banged up for ten years in a UK prison really had him wound up about law enforcement. He hated cops. It was a good job he hadn't seen any cops around this place so far otherwise things would go down big time.

Thinking of something to say, he finally spoke up;

"Earth, Wind, Water----I love fire. Always have done. Making it, eating it, throwing it. Sod the rest. Anyone else love fire here?"