[hr][hr] [center][h1][sub][i][color=ff4d4d]Cyrus Ray Starr[/color][/i][/sub][/h1] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://www.syfy.com/sites/syfy/files/styles/1170xauto/public/kent_smallville_nod_gif.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Octavia's Moping Tree; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With: Octavia Ramírez-Arellano [@Vicier][/b][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Cyrus missed all of the fun happening at camp this morning, but he was out having a little fun of his own. You see, Cyrus was a full time camper, but as a full time camper he knew how to sneak in and out of camp without setting off any boundary alarms. It wasn't like he [i]needed[/i] to. Chiron and Mr. D were well aware of his hero escapades at this point. They decided it wasn't worth the hassle of getting involved as long as he kept his identity a secret and no one ever followed him back to camp, including monsters. They knew he wouldn't or rather couldn't get himself killed in the process. It was almost as if he really was the character he chose to emulate. Or him believing so would be his undoing. But today wasn't that day, or to be more accurate last night wasn't the night. Cyrus was out all night patrolling New York knowing that the city often became more dangerous in the dark. Not only did it have criminals roaming the streets, but it also had monsters and homeless people without the necessary resources to survive out there. Tonight was a slow night on the criminal and monster front, but he express delivered some meals, provided some heat and made sure they weren't messed with. He felt good and was going to call it a night when the scent of smoke drifted through the wind to reach his nose. There was a fire nearby and it wasn't one that he had made. It looked like this was a job for none other than the spectacular Flannel Man. He flew off in the direction of the fire and used the cover of the fire to hide his identity as he went inside. He thought about getting some kind of costume, because running into a fiery apartment building when you could have put the fire out first probably wasn't the best idea. Every time he reached a floor he would inhale deeply with his lungs to pull the smoke from the apartments out towards him. He had a lot of people to rescue and having them suffer from smoke inhalation wasn't part of his plan. Once a floor was cleared of smoke he'd do his rescue thing. This went on until he reached the top floor and was sure that everyone was outside and safe. Now he just had to blow away the flames without getting caught in the process. He hovered above the neighboring building and inhaled and inhaled until he couldn't anymore before releasing a wave of chilly wind to encompass the building, dousing the flames and chilling the area in the process. Before they could check to see where this super gust of wind had come from their flanneled savior was gone and making his way home. ------------------------- Cyrus arrived back at camp making sure to land in the forest instead of out in the open. It felt strangely quiet. He was sure there was a lot that was supposed to be going on today. Were they already done with the Obstacle Tower? He wondered who had one. Was it Ky'vie again or had someone pulled a victorious upset from right under her nose? If anyone could provide answers it would be his dear friend Octavia and he knew exactly where to find her. If she wasn't in one place it was another and something told him to check there first. Cyrus walked through the clearing and saw Octavia right at the end of it sitting underneath her favorite tree in camp. He didn't know what it was about this specific tree that drew her to it, but he was glad that she could find some place that felt her own since she was away from the home she really knew. As he got closer he yelled out, [color=ff4d4d]"Well, if it isn't my favorite Roman under her favorite tree."[/color] If she looked up she would see him wearing a pair of timberlands, boot cut jeans, a red flannel with a blue shirt underneath all covered in soot and ash as if he had been auditioning for a role as a Chimney Sweep.