[Bold to assume he can hear right now, Evangeline --
It's good that fire's harmless, because it's almost worrying just how quickly it takes to him - it's like he's the perfect fuel source for those flames, right now, and it doesn't take long to cover him completely. (Largely thanks to the small amount of motor oil he's always got on him to some degree. Next time someone nags him to clean up, he's going to happily regale this story to them to try and get out of it, whoops.)
The flames are bright, though. Bright and long, licking up past his antennae and lighting up a good portion of the area around the two of them, and honestly? That's such a smart idea, he's going to be jealous he didn't think of it. ... Because he was unconscious and couldn't think of it, but still.
It only takes a moment or two of letting those flames crackle for something else to happen - his prosthetic, detached and a bit away, seems to twitch with the light in its palm flickering, and before long... it starts to scrape along the sidewalk, pulling it closer like there's some magnetic force drawing it back where it belongs. The helmet, too, lets out a few more dramatic pops and snaps before it abruptly breaks out into static -
Only to turn on fully, with his usual eye replaced with a big, flashing X as if it's not quite finding a signal.]
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It's good that fire's harmless, because it's almost worrying just how quickly it takes to him - it's like he's the perfect fuel source for those flames, right now, and it doesn't take long to cover him completely.
(Largely thanks to the small amount of motor oil he's always got on him to some degree. Next time someone nags him to clean up, he's going to happily regale this story to them to try and get out of it, whoops.)
The flames are bright, though. Bright and long, licking up past his antennae and lighting up a good portion of the area around the two of them, and honestly?
That's such a smart idea, he's going to be jealous he didn't think of it. ... Because he was unconscious and couldn't think of it, but still.
It only takes a moment or two of letting those flames crackle for something else to happen - his prosthetic, detached and a bit away, seems to twitch with the light in its palm flickering, and before long... it starts to scrape along the sidewalk, pulling it closer like there's some magnetic force drawing it back where it belongs.
The helmet, too, lets out a few more dramatic pops and snaps before it abruptly breaks out into static -
Only to turn on fully, with his usual eye replaced with a big, flashing X as if it's not quite finding a signal.]