[hr][center][color=808B96][color=A56062][h2][b]M a x[/b][/h2][/color]Southeastern Mir [b]-[/b] The Fall[/color][/center]
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[color=A56062]“You’re an ornery little girl, eh?”[/color]

Max sighed in discontent as he holstered his firearm. Taffy may have had a [i]point[/i] but she wasn’t the boss of him and he definitely didn’t volunteer to be drafted into her motley crew of scavengers and thieves. He didn’t really [i]care[/i] if Taffy decided to keep the medkit in question and he had half of a mind to just tell her “good luck” and be done with it. But between Taffy’s unbearable screeching and stubbornness and his principles it was really hard to make that call; especially considering the particular situation he found himself in. The red-furred Novan wasn’t stupid—he knew the stories of The Fall well enough to make an educated guess that it was dangerous for more reasons than pilots needing to fly around it to avoid crashing. His sister’s yammering about the damn place had been good enough precedent that the idea of strength in numbers wasn’t a stupid one. Especially if a roaming Wyvern or some other nasty monstrosity decided to rear their ugly head. 

Whether he liked it or not, he had to stick with the stupid group and its loud-mouthed girl-leader.

As he approached Taffy and the boy, he began to notice something in the sleeping child's body language. Nothing out of the ordinary for someone in the midst of a nightmarish fit, but before he knew it a large flame engulfed the child; something that [i]was[/i] out of the ordinary. As if on instinct he moved into a sprint. 

[b][color=A56062]“Get down!”[/color][/b]

As Taffy turned for her eyes to meet the magical display Max grabbed the collar of her shirt and yanked backwards, sending her lunging back to the ground. The red-furred Novan put his right forearm in front of him to brace for the impact of the fire though it never came. After a few minutes he lowered his arm, brow raised in a quizzical fashion as the boy shouted out a statement that Max assumed was part of his nightmare. But at the same time he couldn’t even begin to perceive what had just happened. He had never heard of a Codus reacting like this before and Miran magic surely wouldn’t be taught to a Novan child. As Taffy got up to approach the boy, Max only had one question on his mind.

[color=A56062]“What the fucking fuck was that shit?!”[/color]