Pyrokinetics, like necromancers, are something of an anomaly amongst supers. But unlike necromancers, it’s a power set that’s generally wielded by those of the heroic class. It was the case in Calamity City, and for the most part, it’s been the same for Miracle City. Pyro and Scorcher, renowned for their fiery tempers and powers alike, have made a name for themselves in Seraphim Park, and Blaze has been giving Cupid a run for her money as the city’s chosen hero. Suffice it to say, where there’s smoke, there’s usually a hero not too far away.

But of course even anomalies have their anomalies. 

“It should not be this hard to make a doughnut run!”, Mara lets out and yelps as she watches the fire whip knock the bag of doughnuts in question out of her hands. The world seems to slow down as they fly free of the bag, careening through the air before coming to rest unceremoniously in the river of sewer water against the curb. A dismayed breath escapes her as she falls to her knees. “What a waste of perfectly good sugar.”

A shout escapes Beau as the smoldering whip wraps around his ankle before he calls out, “Forget the donuts!” He summons a pair of cacti gauntlets to his fists, then grabs hold of the fire whip. With a yank, he pulls Bonfire forward, his hazel eyes furious as he glowers at him. “You’re getting to be a real pain in the ass, you know that?”

“Understatement of the year.” The past few weeks, he’s made it his intent to become their arch nemesis. Which she would take some comfort in, knowing he deems them both worthy opponents. That and it gives her some comfort. After all, if a powerset usually seen as heroic can become villanous, who’s to say someone with a skillset as villainous as necromancy can’t become heroic? Her line of thought is interrupted, however, at the sight of several four-leafed clovers sprouting from the sidewalk where she stands. They rise higher and higher, slithering through her hair and brushing against her cheeks. She purses her lips, confused as she turns a stare upon where Beau is currently beating the shit out of Bonfire. “Uh, B? What’s up with your buds?”

He lifts Bonfire up by the neck. “Nothing, they’re dormant.” He affords her a moment’s stare, the green in his face paling considerably as he catches sight of his plants. Bonfire seizes the moment to summon a burst of flames, a wicked grin upon his face when the heat prompts Beau to groan and stumble backwards. He jets down the street, and Beau grits his teeth, eyes avoidant when Mara jogs over to him.

“Guess they’re coming around to me, huh?”, she muses, a smile tugging at her lips as the clovers begin to dance about her head.

Beau clears his throat, fixing the flowers with a deadly glare before he gruffly responds, “You have my apologies. They’ve been…harder to control as of late”.

“Come on, it’s not like it’s a bad thing. I mean, I’ll take it over them trying to toss me off the balcony all the time.” Whatever else she’d been about to say is forgotten when the bakery just a few shops down bursts into flames. A panicked flow of pedestrians streams out of the inflamed business, Mara staring with wide eyes before Beau summons a beanstalk to propel them through the air and onto the roof of the competing bakery across the street.

Beau is about to rush into the fire, only to then pause when several beans sprout from the stalk, hopping about Mara in a festive fashion. He shoos them off, hands clenched into fists as he stomps after Bonfire. “Tombs, I…need you to take point on this one.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice”, she says, a mischievous grin stretching across her lips. Her eyes glow as she tightens her grip on her scythe and rushes forward. With a murmured incantation, she slices her scythe through the air and sends a tidal wave of dark clouds down the street, knocking Bonfire flat on his ass before he can jet away. She hums to herself, descending on skull-shaped stepping stones until at last she comes to rest back on the ground. Bringing her chin to rest upon the top of her scythe, she glances down at Bonfire and pops her lips. “You owe me a bag of doughnuts.”

Bonfire swipes his doused hair out of his face, his eyes smoldering when he snaps, “Fuck you and fuck your doughnuts, too”. With a snap of his fingers, fire ejects from his feet, and he takes off once more, startled when Jefferson comes careening down the street and nearly crashes into him.

“Took you long enough.” Beau clenches his hand into a fist, and the towering oak across the street twists its branches into a fist to snatch the flaming man out of the air. He then turns to Jefferson and scowls. “I thought you said this thing was battle-ready.”

An affronted scoff escapes Mara. “He is. I mean, come on, just look at this face. That is a face that has instilled fear into my worst enemies.” Jefferson turns to bite at his ass, and she scowls. “Jeff! Hey, buddy, come on. You’re supposed to be a professional.”

“I still think you should dump that thing”, Beau mutters as he locks Bonfire into a pair of green handcuffs and shoves him towards the approaching patrol car. Bonfire affords them both a menacing look, then spits at Mara and gets hauled away before he can cause more damage. The saliva causes her cloak to catch fire and dissolve into ashes, leaving her in just her leotard. Beau’s face turns a deep shade of green as he averts his stare.

Mara glances down at herself, her bare brown legs bared for all the world to see. Warmth gathers in her own cheeks as he shrugs off his own cloak and passes it to her. She ducks her head, her fingers clutching the cactus pendant that holds it in place as she meekly replies, “Thanks”. She then laughs, not quite willing to meet his stare. “Believe it or not, this is not nearly the worst wardrobe malfunction I’ve ever had. You should’ve seen me in the Grand Canyon”.

“The…The Grand Canyon.” Sweat dots across his forehead, his voice a tad uneven. “W-What exactly happened there again?” His plants reemerge once more to whack him, and he winces, cheeks tinted a deep green.

All the while, Mara can only smile. She brushes a lock of hair behind her ear before clearing her throat. “There’s still a bunch of fire we gotta put out. We could-”

“Yes”, Beau says with a great breath before he jets off towards one of the flaming bakeries. 

She watches him for a moment. She lifts a hand to run over the soft fabric of his cloak and just hums to herself. 

It fits a little large on her. But she finds she doesn’t actually mind.