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[h2][center]The Museum[/center][/h2]

Hiding his hands in the pockets of the hoodie Skyler had slipped over his frame, the boy felt somewhat like a thug. A baggy shirt along with cargo pants, converse shoes and a toboggan drew him much like a thief in the night, or someone more than willing to bash in a car window. The tail slowly wagging back and forth was clearly visible for all who appeared to offer great interest in the sight, but eventually shrugged it off as some weird kid's live role play. It's ashen color only added to the exhibition but perhaps the unnatural tone of his skin would remove attention rather than claim even more, waving it off as a prop rather than an actual appendage. With a toboggan positioned firmly atop his head, Skyler's small horns were hidden from view and his fringe made short work of his unnaturally colored eyes, somewhat hiding them but offered sight all the same. 

Feeling his heartbeat accelerating at being the center of attention, Skyler attempted to focus his thoughts on calming down. If he got stressed, this building could end up in ashes. He didn't know the extent of his powers, but after what happened to his sister, he wasn't quite ready to see any more of it. The girl found herself in an abnormal swirl of embers, as if a cylinder of pure flame which erased the poor girl from existence, leaving behind nothing but ash in the wind. Bones had been disintegrated and nothing to speak of remained, nothing but soft ashes as if flour in a bag. The thought didn't help, and added to the heartbeat which was punching at against Skyler's ribs like a hammer. 

The boy shifted his eyes from staring at the floor, to the large painting positioned on the wall in front of him, noticing the edge of the frame flaking from the emanating heat. Comments continued to rise in complaints, and the signs snapped Skyler back to reality. A deep breath left his lips, all the more attention drawn to him due to the anomalies. With a gulp, his inner words attempted to calm his nerves, Mushroom's bark positively stealing the teen's attention. [color=f26522]"Come, Mushroom..."[/color] The boy uttered quietly, moving away from the now cracked image from an age old past. The heat had seeped into the fabric, cracking the dye as if the sun had laid, heating its shape for days. Skyler could draw the conclusion that his flames burned hotter than normal fire, but to this extent? Despite the traumatic event of seeing his sister cindered, what remained wasn't possible. No fire burned so hot that nothing remained in its wake. An accelerated heartbeat caused the atmosphere to ripple and forced sweat down peoples' frames as if an impossibly warm summer day. 

The more he learned of these abilities, the more he feared them. Skyler had been trying his very best to suppress his flames but even within, the very thought of them rippled across his surroundings. Were these the embers of hell? Sometimes it felt like they had a mind of their own, but Skyler could draw the conclusion that they were heavily affected by his emotions. Mushroom was also a good indicator, sadly, for when Skyler was slipping. He always barked in response, but scaring him like that only added to the already heavy weight positioned firmly on his shoulders.

[color=f26522]"Did we miss them?"[/color] Skyler continued, his voice a quiet whisper under the hoodie hiding his pointed ears. Ben was nowhere to be found, and neither was Táph. Roaming the museum's many rooms did little in helping the search but rather made Skyler out to be a spectacle. People came here to look at the paintings, but he appeared to be a much more interesting attraction. He heard how several individuals, children and adults alike, commented on his appearance and whether the museum had some kind of reenactment today. Nothing of the sort had been posted on their website, and no one else appeared present for that to be an event. Most chalked it up to a weird outsider, but those who didn't made it their duty to ogle his scrawny form. 

Comfort would however be found in Mushroom's company. Indeed, his company offered a friend's dear presence but it also drew Skyler slightly less odd. Having a pet by his side added a sense of normality otherwise erased by the tail. Luckily, no one could see his horns, or his ears. Not to mention his needle sharp teeth. He'd also have to thank the invention of live role playing, making odd sightings less of a hassle to deal with. [color=f26522]"We can go back to the entrance and check."[/color] The boy uttered, looking down to his loyal pet who followed without question. Perhaps Ben and Táph were there. This plan, whatever it was, didn't seem to go according to what they had hoped. Ben wasn't there when Skyler arrived and this was getting highly troublesome. Skyler wasn't too eager to burn the place down, and hopefully no other paintings would lose their value at his presence.