SHOULD'VE WALKED AWAY | OPEN

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;][/fancypost] So, in case anyone in ColouredClan somehow didn't know, Alfred was a bit of a lowkey pyromaniac. And what happened when the pyromaniac became bored? Well, he wanted to make the biggest bonfire ColouredClan had ever seen. Again, the reasoning was legitimately just...he was bored. The end.

With music from the 80's blaring from speakers connected to his music player, in all their old school glory, Alfred got to work setting up his magnificent fire. A trip to the forest give him giant logs and long branches that were just about the size of him, if not that then longer. But he wasn't using those to pile up on top of each other, oh no. He had other plans.

He held them up so they all stayed together, stacked upward like some small tower or something. An almost triangular tower. In the space left over within the figure, he threw the smaller sticks and logs in, making sure not to knock the wood formation over.

Then he got the lighter fluid. He doused that motherf#cker all over the wood until it looked wet. And what does one do with lighter fluid? F#cking light it. And that he did, a couple sparks he only needed to create with the help of mastered elemental powers, and the whole thing went up in flames. Smoke crawled towards the sky, the wood popped and cracked slightly from the fire, preparing embers to be thrown at whoever was standing too close.

In less than an hour, maybe 15 minutes at best, the fire was stretching and reaching for the heavens above, embers being flung away with each loud pop or crack. From time to time Alfred poured more lighter fluid into the bonfire to almost encourage it to go higher. But the fire he had now was...it was pretty big.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;][/fancypost] "Hell yeah..." The fire's light reflected in his azure gaze, fading as he turned his head to glance at the others that arrived. Nighttales, Tara, and Soap. Good crowd. He hadn't talked to Soap and Tara much, but Nighttales he had known for a bit now. He had plans to know and have talked to everyone in this clan. He was a pretty social dude.

[color=#FCDC3B]"Hey, I know what I'm doing. I used to burn much larger fires and it was all okay. Believe me, Nighty." He lightly punched the leader in the shoulder, grinning brightly. He heard Tara's little laugh there too, and found himself wanting to have a little party around this fire or something. [color=#FCDC3B]"Cool? Yeah, I tried."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;][/fancypost] "Thanks, kiddo! Don't get too close, the embers sting a little bit if they get'cha." As Donovan joined the group around the fire with his little kitten voice and cheery demeanor, Alfred couldn't help the grin that overtook his face, which wasn't his usual cocky grin for once. It was a legit happy grin that he reserved for very few. Guess little Dono got to be in that group, but Alfred couldn't help it, the kid was cute and happy and he was practically family now. Hell, he hadn't heard anyone refer to him as uncle since Arizona, and a twinge of sadness managed to take over for a moment before he kicked it aside.

Ari was grown, but probably dead. Besides, Ivan had won in taking his niece from him anyway. She wasn't ever in contact with him anymore. She was a distant memory, like so many others.

But that was fine, he was okay. He had another chance to be a good family member, even if it wasn't technically his family. Lucien asked him, and he accepted. Not that he would ever tell Donovan or Twisted that.

Derrick arrived, too, and he gave the other a small nudge with one of his large wings, like a true bro. [color=#FCDC3B]"Thanks, man."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;][/fancypost] There had to have been a sh!t ton of reasons why Alfred having some strange love of fire was weird. If one had heard his history with it, they'd probably look at him as if he was f#cking crazy. Not that they would ever get to hear it, that was one of the many things he refused to talk about. Hell, if anything he should have despised fire with every fiber of his being. Nope, quite the opposite. Maybe he really was crazy.

“Those...rainbow fire...powder packet things...uh....those ones from t' dollar store. You got some?”

Huh. He didn't think so. Alfred kinda knew what those were and what they were for, but that was about it. He had wood, sh!t to burn, and sh!t to make a bigger fire. That was about it, really. On top of that, anything even vaguely chemical related wasn't exactly his strong point. He was no chemist, or even really too into that sh!t, but if Cass wanted to throw something into the fire and make a big rainbow fire, then hey, he was up for it.

He didn't say anything else, sincd Cass had gone to do whatever. Probably find some. He just put his attention back on the fire, taking one of the sticks he hadn't burned to poke at it a bit. Embers flung themselves out at him, stinging his legs and a few on his chest. He cursed under his breath, flinching before putting the stick down. Damn fire. He loved it though, and was more than used to the sting by now. What a man.

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