[color=6ecff6][b]Junko Adevelt[/b][/color]

Ignoring those loud idiots standing nearby, she wondered why she was even trying. At most, all she was doing was damping Varus' clothes a bit. There was no point of actually keeping up the black fog if it didn't do anything, even if it was kinda fun to hear the others being disoriented in it. Junko had no actual feelings towards the others at the moment after all; she only wanted to mess up Varus' show. Plus, while she can keep this up for quite a while, it was still draining to actively control the fog instead of just letting it be.

Feeling slightly deflated, she donned the gas mask, then pulled the red raincoat's hood over her head once more.

The fog lost its color, thinning out slowly back into mist. With her ability suppressed, visibility and light returned to normal. As normal as it gets with thick mist rolling about anyways. By now she could see the others trying their best to impress Varus, all doing their own special tricks or teaming up with others to do some coordinated action and... one guy running around like a headless chicken on fire. 

Except he was actually on fire, or at least his hand was, and he was spreading it around by doing that incessant dancing. 

There was absolutely no way she could put that fire on his hand out, short of knocking him out. And even that wouldn't be a certain fix to the situation; the flame could still very easily continue burning on, consuming the boy as well. So Junko did the next best thing, and started following him about, putting out the smaller fires he was spreading by just blasting the mist into the fire's base.