[ Normally it's polite to tell the person you're assisting when there's about to be a large amount of fire in their immediate vicinity. These days, Ephemera is trying to be more considerate of the people around him and generally that means warning them whenever he's about to break out the napalm.
It has not been a good couple of days. Ephemera hasn't been sleeping well. He hasn't been drinking because he's on duty, so to speak, and instead he's been chain smoking. And pacing.
He doesn't say a word. Just walks straight up to the creature, headless of its size, and lifts up his arm. Aims it directly at the animal's face. Activates the weapon.
The smell is awful. The noise the creature makes is worse. But it runs.
Ephemera exhales. Tips his head back to glare up at the sky. Sometimes, when he's in a very bad place, setting things on fire makes him feel a little better. Today is not one of those days. Maybe the sadism has left or he's just too goddamn tired to care one way or another. ]
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It has not been a good couple of days. Ephemera hasn't been sleeping well. He hasn't been drinking because he's on duty, so to speak, and instead he's been chain smoking. And pacing.
He doesn't say a word. Just walks straight up to the creature, headless of its size, and lifts up his arm. Aims it directly at the animal's face. Activates the weapon.
The smell is awful. The noise the creature makes is worse. But it runs.
Ephemera exhales. Tips his head back to glare up at the sky. Sometimes, when he's in a very bad place, setting things on fire makes him feel a little better. Today is not one of those days. Maybe the sadism has left or he's just too goddamn tired to care one way or another. ]
Motherfucker. You in one piece?