For jerusalem_s.

[make-it-ashes.livejournal.com]

It's a Saturday morning and being a teenage boy, Pyro's doing what comes naturally to his kind -- that is to say, being studious and walking about the second floor of the school, backpack on shoulder and what looks like a sheaf of schematics in hand. He seems to be slightly confused as to where he's going, though -- and in fact walks past a certain door before stopping, turning, and heading back to his destination, which happens to be exactly one floor up from the Journalism classroom.

"So," Pyro says aloud, and knocks on the door before edging to one side just in case. He went to school with Iceman, Gambit, and Boom Boom for years, after all -- and Pyro's always been one to learn fast.

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[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek shrugged, reflecting that he might be at a disadvantage, given the "skillsets" of his co-workers. Or maybe he'd have an advantage, not being reliant on any sort of powers, it would depend on the situation.

"Whatever I'm holding at the time, I guess. But a flamethrower probably wouldn't be much use against a ghost."

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"Last I heard, the flamethrower was being used against a tentacle monster in one of the bathrooms. If you can track it down, you can have it, as far as I'm concerned." Spider turned his chair again and looked at them the right way up this time, reaching for an ashtray.

"This is journalism, not warfare... although there are times when the two are relatively closely entwined. I'm supposed to be responsible for you lot." He winced. "If you turn up dead, I'm going to be in a world of hurt."

[make-it-ashes.livejournal.com]

"Cool." Pyro kept the flame dancing around his fingers, focusing on that more than on what Spider was saying. "So basically, all we gotta do is not end up dead, 'cause you'll hurt us if we die and land you in trouble."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek frowned. "Not ending up dead is pretty high on my priority list." Leaning back in his chair, he tapped his right wrist, almost reassuring himself that it still worked.

"What do we know about this house, anyway? Any particular stories?"