[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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As if the situation wasn’t confusing enough with the show of magic that had just happened.

Max waved his hand, implying to the Nekomi to knock it off. Her assertion to point the extinguisher’s release at the boy as if he was still on fire (or that the fire was natural) was obviously making the boy more terse and upset. If Max’s experience with Mirans was anything to measure with, her hitting the valve on the extinguisher was only going to result in one result—and the red-furred Novan was not privy to burying a corpse that had been set ablaze. That would just waste more of his time and delay his arrival to Merecc; and it was not like he was on schedule, anyway.

He grumbled as he stepped forward. [color=A56062]“Oioioioi, calm right the fuck down, Nik. Splashing ‘em is only gonna make the kid burn you to a crisp. The ‘let says fuck off, so fuck off, yeh?”[/color]