Video/Action - it starts with a spark

[bringstheheat]

Egypt is hot. Blazing damn hot.
But it's not the heat that Mick currently hates. It's the goddamn sand.

Sand in his face, in his eyes, sand everywhere.
Friggin sand.

But it's the one place he can work on his new abilities with fire without worrying about unintentionally roasting his surroundings.

Fire flickers along his arms and hands. Sputters of flame followed by explosions of heat.

Clearly handling powers requires control which isn't something Mick Rory has ever really excelled at.

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[vivifier]

You seem to be having trouble with that.

[bringstheheat]

[A frustrated growl as he drops his hand. Between the sand and his inability to get the fire under control Mick isn't in the best of moods.] You seem to enjoy stating the obvious.

[vivifier]

I do enjoy that. Close your eyes.

[bringstheheat]

[Smartass kid.

Mick grumbles again, but he follows his direction and shuts his eyes.] Now what?

[vivifier]

Put a picture in your mind. Someone or something you hate.

[bringstheheat]

That's a damn long list.

[but there are a few he can pick from.] Now what?

[vivifier]

Imagine them burning. What it would look like, what it would feel like. Then breathe in and breathe out.

[ An exercise that usually works for his own metas, MAYBE IT'LL HELP. ]

[bringstheheat]

That's easy.
[Never mind that he'd crushed Druse beneath a heavy armored boot. Imagining him burn is pretty satisfying too.

The flames along his arms start to stabilize, flickering evenly.]

[vivifier]

Just keep that in your mind as long as you can. And then open your eyes.

[video]

[snowandfrost]

[Look who's bored and in Paris?]

Controlling is the hard part about powers. But then again, why would you want to?

[video]

[bringstheheat]

Because Snowflake, I'm getting damn tired of burning through shirts. Don't even know what trips it half the time. [And yes, Mick is damned worried that he might wind up burning down the building they all live in, hurting or killing the people that he's come to care about.

.. not that he will ever admit as much.]

[snowandfrost]

Didn't think to ask your friends for fireproof clothes? Or just like bringing everyone to the gun show?

[bringstheheat]

Can't access the fabrication room on the Waverider.

And they got more important things to worry about.

[snowandfrost]

Not an expert on this friends thing but considering you are one to them, wouldn't you be something important to worry about?

[She also jerks her thumb behind her at the rest of STAR Labs]

I'm sure these nerds have something.

[bringstheheat]

No.
[And it's not that he doesn't believe that Sara or Cisco or even Savitar wouldn't do that for him or that they don't think him their friend.

.. Mick simply isn't used to having friends.
He's used to handling things on his own and he sure as hell isn't good at asking for help because for most of his life? Help wouldn't have come.] Fixing time is important.

This shit? I'll figure it out.
[Maybe.

He hopes.]

[snowandfrost]

Right. Hey, don't let me stop you from wanting to show off to everyone.

[She picks up her latte and gets up from the little cafe, making her way outside and back toward STAR Labs]

But if you'd rather not ruin a favorite shirt, there might be some flame resistant undershirts that this team made.

[bringstheheat]

Yeah, I seen the kind of stuff they make for Red, or that stupid bright yellow for Kid Flash. No. [Deflection ahoy.]

So how do you do it? Flip from the Doc to Snowflake?

[goodviberations]

A bright blue breach appears over the hot sand, a figure hopping through with fury in his eyes.

"What the hell, Mick?"

[bringstheheat]

He's actually getting pretty good at this. So far. But blazing hot sun and exposed scars do not make a good match so he's taken to sitting in the shade of a few date palms, beer in hand.

The breach doesn't surprise him, but Cisco's fury does and he's on his feet.

"What?"

[goodviberations]

"I just had a conversation with Killer Frost," he informs, stomping over. "She told me you were out in the middle of nowhere messing with your powers without any help or protective gear."

She actually just asked him what his idiot hotrod was doing in Egypt, but Cisco had filled in the blanks.

[bringstheheat]

"I don't need a babysitter," he fires back, flames sparking back to life along his arms to match his sudden defensiveness. "Out here I won't accidentally set things on fire and if you haven't noticed," he holds up an arm. "It doesn't hurt me."

However, it could very likely hurt other people.

(people like Cisco)

[goodviberations]

"Nobody's babysitting you, Mick," he says, not backing down at the flame at all. "But practicing alone in the heat doesn't help anyone. You've been gone for hours, and I bet you haven't had anything to eat or drink since you got out here."

[bringstheheat]

"Local version of beer here sucks. More like trying to drink bread," he grumbles. See? He's been trying, that counts doesn't it?

Mick points at the sand. "All that'll do is get hot if I burn it. I try this anywhere else and things will burn."

[goodviberations]

A huff.

"You need water, Mick, not beer." This man is insufferable. Seriously.

"And I'm not saying you have to leave. I'm just saying you shouldn't be here alone."

Cisco had promised to help, and he intends to keep that promise. Even if Mick is going to be stubborn about it.

[bringstheheat]

There's a long line of people that would probably agree with that assessement Cisco.

"People can catch fire. Sand can't."


Don't make him say it.