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A-patrolling we will go [RP for allerdyce_john]

Buffy took the subway mostly because walking would take too long. She had stakes tucked in her bag, she'd left a note for Danny (who was working a homicide case)and now she was walking through Central Park. She had her phone on vibrate because nothing ruined a sneak attack like a cell phone ringing. She was supposed to meet Pyro here and they were going to find some vampires to light up. It shouldn't be hard, they loved Central Park like Buffy loved shoes.

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It was good of Buffy to have offered to tear him away from his boredom. Pyro was sick and tired of being sick and tired. He hadn't been able to get a decent night's sleep since he got out of that shit hole that was mutant government prison. If he hadn't read Buffy's 'I am (equally) bored to death' message online, he would've probably spent his night watching reruns of old cartoons again. The journal system was fast turning out to be a nifty thing.

"Hey." He snapped the lid of his lighter open and close, open and close as he approached Buffy from behind, assuming it was her. Pyro doubted there were that many petite blondes walking around in Central Park at this late hour. Asking for trouble, much?

Buffy was grateful Pyro had agreed meet her at the park. It was a chance to meet him in person and alleviate her boredom and his as well. She had to patrol anyway so he was just providing patrol company and some help in the form of fire.

When she heard the snapping of the lighter and then the hey, she was pretty sure it was Pyro. She smiled at him and impulsively hugged him. "Hey! It's nice to finally meet you in person."

The hug took him by surprise and for a second or two, Pyro kind of just stood there, straight as a ramrod before he allowed himself to relax and he lifted his arm to give her a brief hug in return.

"Likewise," Pyro murmured as he stepped back, that signature smirk of his curling up at corner of his mouth. "For a minute there I kinda thought you were gonna fucking crush me." He knew it was a sore subject for Buffy; having to deal with being a super strong slayer and all, but he figured she'd get used to him teasing her soon enough.

She stepped back with a smirk. "That's what I was going for but you stepped back too soon," she told him. She could actually take a lot of teasing about things when she knew the whole slayer thing didn't really matter to the person teasing. Pyro hadn't ever even flinched when he'd heard.

He snorted out a laugh at hearing that. "Know what I have a weird craving for right now?" Pyro started walking down the dirt jogging track. He figured they might as well circle the lake. "A&W Root Beer Floats."

"And that is now on the schedule for tonight. Slay first, root beer floats and fries afterwards. I'm always starving after slayage," Buffy said as she walked alongside him. There was the other H too but really, she was pretty sure he didn't want to hear about that.

Pyro flicked the lid of his Zippo lighter and whirred the thumb wheel for a spark. "Guess this would be a good time for me to show you what I can do." There weren't anyone else around and even if there were, Pyro wasn't about to give a shit. He was a mutant and he wasn't afraid of letting people see that.

He extracted a flame from the metallic device in his hand; his trusty sharky lighter. The flame settled in his palm and he turned it into a fireball. "Basically, I can manipulate its shape--" The fireball turned into the shape of a flat disc, useful for slicing and dicing. "Manipulate its solidity--" He sent it forward toward a tree branch, cutting it off. "And it's heat." It came back and he let it float in front of Buffy.

Buffy watched, mouth slightly agape at the demonstration. She reached out one hand, fingers going just close enough to to the disc of flame that her fingers singed. She didn't wince merely drew back. The slightly burned skin would heal by the time they were through with rootbeer floats.

"Holy Shit, Pyro...that's pretty amazing."

"Jesus fuck! Why'd you fucking do that?" He was staring at the burned skin on her fingers. "Are you alright?" He killed the flame, extinguishing it from sight. It must have hurt but she hadn't even flinched. "If I knew you were gonna fucking touch it, I would have decreased the heat."

"Because I wanted to see if it was real," she smirked at him and blew on her fingers. Yeah it had hurt but pain was pretty relative and slightly burned fingers as compared to oh say...being impaled, not such a big deal. "I'm fine. They'll heal in a few hours. Off the hook healing is a slayer bonus."

"Well, I hate getting burned," Pyro flipped the lid open once again; this time to light himself a cigarette. "Happens sometimes when I lose control of my powers." He arched a brow and offered Buffy a stick.

"That's gotta suck. Being hurt by your own power. I got staked by my own stake once. Stomach not heart. Obviously," Buffy commented. She shook her head at the offer of a cigarette. "I don't mind though," she said in regards to the smoking.

"Good because I'm pretty much a brat, in the sense that there's no fucking way I'm planning on not smoking while we're out here." He blew the smoke out away from Buffy. "It's a good form of stress relieve. It'll screw your lungs up in the long run, sure, and it kinda does make you cough from time to time but other than that, I still like it." He glanced over at her. "Does Danny smoke?"

"When he's stressed," Buffy grinned at Pyro. "Which is pretty regular right now. I think he used to smoke a lot when he was younger but he says that it interferes with work so he only does it after work. I've sorta gotten used to the smell of smoke and it makes me feel more...at home? I guess. I've been known to sit out on the balcony and just burn cigarettes in the ashtray."

Pyro chuckled. "Passive smoker." He stretched his arms up and cracked his knuckles; another bad habit of his. "I'd fucking kill to be able to get a decent night's rest," he muttered. "I'm heading out of the country next month and that's gonna further mess up my 'sleep pattern'."

Buffy wrinkled her nose at Pyro's comment. "Going out of the country really does screw with your sleep patterns. Sometimes wailing on the punching bag helps me. Just the whole sheer exhaustion thing."

"Friend of mine got me this mini desktop swearing punching bag for Christmas. When you hit the bag, it swears at you, which is the part I don't get. Why the fuck would anyone want to be verbally abused for?" He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it. "Worse Christmas present ever received though? Coasters from IKEA." He shook his head. "Not that they weren't useful, but seriously. Coasters?"

Buffy laughed and shook her head. "Yeah I don't get the whole verbally abused thing either." She tilted her head, considering her present options. "Christmas was always okay present wise, my birthday was the place where life failed. I got an arm in a box one time. It tried to choke me."

"I'm guessing that was from an enemy of yours?" Pyro hadn't ever celebrated his birthday before. Turning a year older usually just came and went without wishes or presents. Mostly he'd forget it was his birthday even.

"Yeah. She was trying to put together a lego man, invulnerable something. He's the one I blew up with the rocket launcher," Buffy said as they walked. Buffy didn't celebrate birthdays anymore and did her best to get everyone to forget them. "So coasters? Like you said, not bad just...not a gift type thing."

"Actually it's more like a cheap wedding present thing." He smirked in wry amusement. "So do you always get death threats and freaks coming after you? If you do, then we've got something else in common." Pyro had a hell of a lot of enemies but he was used to dealing with them and chose to ignore the fact that there were people out there who'd like nothing more than to see him dead and buried.

"Oh. My. God. All the time!" Buffy half laughed. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "They actually come looking for me and then warn me they're going to kill me. Coming to New York City especially to kill me apparently gives them extra super powers or something. Like out of all the vampires in the world who've come to do that, they're the very very best." She looked over at Pyro and grinned. "We're just racking up the things we have in common. So the freaks and death threats are because of what you do, or what you are or both?"

"Both," Pyro answered with a chuckle. "They tell me to watch my back but I figure if I'm going to be paranoid about that shit I'm not gonna have much of a life." He fiddled with the lighter in his hand. "Besides, I've always liked a good fight. You ever get fidgety and restless when you haven't gone out to slay in a while?"

"oh God. Yeah and first class bitchy. Trust me when I say you do not want a bitchy slayer on your hands. I feel like I'm going to come out of my skin if I don't slayer for like a week or so? I tried to take a vacation after all the mini-me's got made. It didn't work. At all." Buffy glanced over at Pyro. "I think you're right. About the paranoid. I mean...be careful and don't get stupid but I had this big cultist hitman organization after me for a while and everyone around me that knew the whole slayer gig was super wigged. I spent a few days with the paranoid and it was not my friend."

She tilted her head curiously at him. "So when you fight, do you have to use your power to get rid of the itchies or does just fighting do it for you?"

"I constantly feel the urge to burn something. I'm very much a pyromania. I see fire and I just need to control it, so yeah, I guess I need to make use of my powers. I tend to use it when I fight. Basically at every opportunity I get, I'd try to incinerate something." He let out a crooked smile. "A friend of mine gave me a building to burn once. That was kind of fucking awesome of him." He chuckled. "And I can understand that whole getting bitchy thing cause I get cranky as hell when I'm doing nothing but paperwork in the office. I run this non-governmental organization. It's called IMRC. International Mutant Relief Center. I set it up to aid and assist mutants in third world countries. So when I'm not doing Brotherhood stuff, that's what I try to focus on."

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