Log:Fire Control

Fire Control
Participants Olivia Utridge, Seven	19 May, 2018 Olivia and Seven fight fire in different ways.
Location
It's twilight, night just falling over the area, but the glow of fire remains. Olivia has parked a vehicle some distance away to keep it from getting damaged, and instead is now walking, booted feet crunching softly beneath her. She isn't being terribly stealthy, but she isn't trying to make much noise either. Her hair is tied securely behind her head, her clothing simple and not terribly expensive. She pauses some distance from the flames, watching them carefully for a few moments, studying where they've been and the general direction they may be going. "Well this is lovely," she mutters softly. As fate would have it, Seven is here for similar reasons, coming in quietly from another direction; despite his size, he makes no footprints from his bare feet, and moves like a shadow in the not so dense forest he's coming through. This is right on the edge of town and the fire is not far away at all; there's plenty of firefighters and volunteers fighting it some distance away but he's chosen a part of the area a bit further off, that will threaten houses soon enough but isn't the immediate panic to sort out. He crouches down and watches for now, trying to work out where to start. He growls a little - fire is not his favorite thing. Olivia, on the other hand, seems unbothered by the flames. She scuffs one booted foot into the dirt briefly, then turns to walk over towards the homes that have yet to be touched by the fire. Which will inevitably bring her a bit closer to where Seven is crouching. She peers slightly over in his direction, making a few mental notes as she studies him. Seven's clothes, though oddly expensive looking, have also suffered rather badly - looks like he might've slept in them, outdoors. Stained and dirty. He sniffs the air - he smells her before he sees her and turns gleaming eyes her way. Are they gleaming? Surely just a reflection of the fire over there. Mildly annoyed at not being alone, he glares balefully at the woman. So, two up-to-no-good do-gooders stare at each other. "What," he coarsely asks her. Olivia seems unphased by the glare. If anything, she looks vaguely amused at his reaction. "You're crouching down at the edge of a fire line, and you're asking ME 'what'? Okay, buddy." She chuckles and shakes her head, moving around him as she heads in the general direction of the actual flames. She can't do very much without the actual fire in front of her. Curious now - her reaction is intriguing - Seven decides to stalk right after her. He has no boundaries nor any conventional idea of personal space. So, he follows and is more or less right on her heels. "What?" he asks again, like a broken record, head tilting as he watches the fire; he bats annoyedly at a spark flying their way. Olivia is the one to give a faintly annoyed look now as he begins to follow her. In that whole 'personal bubble' thing. She smells faintly of cigarette smoke and coffee, and some floral body wash she likely uses. She doesn't sleep outside. As he speaks again, she stops and turns to face him, lifting one hand to shoo him. "What nothing, man. Quit following me." Sparks? Meh. She likewise just bats them away, or blows at them to get them to float off. Seven is the amused one now. He's found something fun to do here - that was unexpected. "No," he responds to her and there's a slow, sly and way too toothy grin her way. "What. Are you doing?" Oddly, his accent is decidedly British. Sounds old-school, the tang is very noticeable. With a growl, he shifts his feet - some sparks landed on his bare feet. Probably not the smartest idea going here without shoes. "Walking," Liv responds flatly. "What are you doing?" She crosses her arms in front of her chest, brows rising as she stares at him. Her voice is local; she grew up here, some years ago. Her head bobs slightly towards his feet as he growls at the sparks. "Probably want to put some shoes on. Or get away from the fire. Just a thought." Right. He came here for a purpose. "I will fight the fire." He isn't talking very loud, his voice is coarse and raspy. So, said and done, he finally stops following right after her, but he's still in the vicinity - he's moving towards the trees and bushes that are still not ON fire. Because he has a plan now. So, he walks to a tree, not a huge one - a younger tree, about 4 inches in diameter or so. He grasps it with both hands, one hand low, one hand high - and then he snaps the tree with a loud crack. "You... sure." Olivia just shakes her head, sighing quietly at the crazy man. He has no idea what he's doing, clearly. She watches him as he moves off to the trees that are not on fire, still seeming somewhere between annoyed and amused as she watches him. The snapping of a tree, though? That causes her brows to rise and she stares at him. "Uh. You're going... to fight the fire... by breaking trees?" "Yes. No." Seven shoots her a contemptuous stare. "If nothing to burn - no fire." He seems to mean, if there's no wood, the fire has no fuel. However, he'd have to break a LOT of trees to stop that, so he looks around, growling. It's not even the trees that catch on fire at first - it's the dry grass, and bushes. Olivia lifts her hands to lightly rub at her face. "That is not how this works," she says, sighing heavily as she drops her hands to her sides. "Trees burn. Shrubs burn. Grass burns. You're not going to get it all. But hey, I wish you luck. I'm going to try something different, and no, I'm not going to tell you what it is." The look she is given is not very pleasant. It's animalistic, wild and filled with a certain cruelty. Saying nothing, he drops the tree he snapped in half, and turns about, stalking off further into the wood, skirting the edge of the fire for now. Seven does try to blend into the shadows while doing so. Olivia looks back briefly, seeing him heading towards moderate safety. Away from the flames, which is precisely where she is going. The redhead shakes her head a bit and carefully picks through the dry grass, trudging towards the flames. It gets hotter, the closer she gets. More dry. Most people would find it uncomfortable. Olivia doesn't bat an eye. Seven does shoot one last glancing look over his shoulder, and with his enhanced vision, he does realise she IS walking right towards the fire - it makes him pause. Hesitate. Like maybe he does care a little that someone might burn to death over there. It's not a feeling he's felt in a long time, but he grumbles and turns about, running straight towards Olivia. He is like a streak, a sprinter, through the forest; and though barefoot, this doesn't hinder him in the least. One may have to look twice in the darkness, because who would walk INTO the flames? Olivia pauses a short distance away, not walking literally into the fire. It's hot, to be certain, but she doesn't seem bothered by it. Instead, she looks along the fire line, studying it briefly before lifting one hand towards the fire. The intensity dials down some, and the fire near her begins to roll back the way it came, back towards the already burned ground. She has no idea that Seven is literally running at her. The single-minded idea in Seven's head is to 'Get girl away from fire'. So, though the fire IS moving away and he registers this perfectly fine - nothing wrong with his eyes or his senses - he's still going to try to snatch her up and get her away. So, he is like a small freight train, moving in to try to grab her and carry her off. Olivia registers the movement just before Seven hits her. Her eyes flick over briefly, giving herself just enough time to brace herself. She grunts with the impact, feet leaving the ground as she's scooped up. "Ow hey, what the hell?!" she yelps, squirming in his grasp. "Put me down before YOU get lit on fire!" It's a shoulder kind of scooping-up, moving in low - so he's still running and throwing her over a shoulder. Seven moves them away some thirty yards before he stops, it only takes a few seconds. "Miserable cunt," he grumps as he drops her down rather roughly, though not hard enough she necessarily will fall over. "Should let you burn." He glances back where they came from. Squints. There's no fire there any longer, right - he saw that. Olivia sways slightly as she's practically dropped on the ground, glowering at him. "I don't burn," she hisses at him. "YOU burn. I don't. Tell me. Which way are those flames going, hm?" She lifts her hand, pointing back towards where she'd been standing. Indeed, she doesn't even seem to be red in the face. Seven snickers at her, like he finds her antics amusing now. "So you make fire go away." He gives her a little shove, in the direction of the flames that are beginning to move closer to some buildings. "Go. I will do other things." He's stalking off towards the nearby buildings, looking for something - he grabs hold of the metal roof on a shed and tears one large sheet lose. "Yeah, actually, I do," Olivia tells him flatly. She stumbles a little as he shoves her, stepping back and scowling at him. "I also light things on fire," she mutters, turning to stalk back towards the flames. Yep, she's just going right back into the flames where she was before. There's a glance her way - he's curious what it is she's doing, but seems to accept it as something mostly normal. Like Seven's not about to wonder about that at all. It's pretty clear he's not exactly normal either; no normal man can tear off a roof without any effort. The large metal sheet is tested a bit - he then bends the metal quickly and efficiently into something akin to a giant shovel, giving it some more stability. Then he stomps off to do something fairly smart; he starts plowing up a trench. Shoveling, pushing the earth up and overturning it. It isn't much. She does her best. The wildfires will inevitably rage on, but for the time being, she steers the most immediate threat away from the edge of the city. Olivia pushes the flames back over the land that's already been burned, depleting it of fuel. It takes time, certainly, but she eventually comes trudging back towards the houses, out of the woods. She's covered in soot and ash, but none the worse for wear. She pauses to look at the trench that he's created, staring for a moment. "Lemme know how that works!" she yells, not sure which way he's gone at this point. Overturning a wide swath of dirt gives the fire no fuel. Seven also tears up bushes and throws them far back into the habited area, away from grass. So, when she returns to where he is, he's created a shallow but wide ditch of about fifty yards, working fast and furious and spending all of his energy on it. Even so, he's burned himself here and there, especially his feet; he can fight the fire but he can't do so without hurting himself as he's literally stepped on smoldering grass or torn up a burning bush and then stomped on it. The ditch has however steered the fire so it is moving away, since it has no fuel there. He's done his part, as best as he could. "Here!" he calls at her, waving - it's rather smoky, hard to see. "Kill this fire. Then all houses safe." He gestures at a shed that is on fire that he can't do much about - it threatens the nearby house. Olivia just has to follow the ditch, and makes her way along it towards where she hears the voice. There is a small cringe at the sight of burned feet; she knows how burns hurt, even if they don't hurt anymore. She looks over towards the shed that's on fire and glances briefly in Seven's direction. Well, he already knows now, so there's little point in trying to disguise her influence now. She shakes her head and closes her eyes briefly before focusing on the fire on the shed. That... doesn't really do anything at first. "Come on, I don't have time for this," she mutters, hissing softly between her teeth as the fire begins to spread. The nearby house catches and she turns her focus, one hand reaching out and grasping the air, pulling back towards the shed. She's less bothered by the shed burning down, and she yanks the flames off the home to bring them back to the already burning shed. Wincing slightly as he moves closer, standing there to watch her take control of the flames, he realises that she's having some issues with this - he saw her smothering all the flames earlier. Seven is still very impressed, the house is saved, and he might actually be able to do something - that shed is made of wood. He focuses, narrowing eyes at the burning little building and lets out a sharp breath of air; the wood trembles noticeably. Boards start to shake, there's a groan of protest. It is slow but steady - the whole shed is /moving/ away from the main house. Like it's walking. The house is saved, but when Liv looks back more to the shed, she can see it... walking? Olivia blinks rapidly a few times and frowns, looking confused as she tilts her head. That's a new one. "Uh." She hesitates, not quite sure what to do at first, but if the building is walking and burning, that's probably bad. So instead of focusing on the strange walking shed, she focuses on the fire again. The flames lessen, shrinking down to smaller and smaller patches until the last one puffs away. Seven is moving the shed because it's close to the houses - he doesn't care that it's burning either. But there's no other fire around and moving it - it can't threaten the houses any longer. He makes no comments on it though and when the fires die down, he lets go of the control; the shed stops. About five yards from where it first stood, now in the middle of the street. The roof of it caves in and it is tilting dangerously and is half burned down. In the distance, they can now hear sirens. Maybe someone is finally arriving here. With the fire out, Olivia lifts one hand to lightly rub at her head, still somewhat confused. The sirens draw her focus, though, and her head snaps over towards their direction. "Time to go," she comments over towards Seven, glancing towards him before moving away from the buildings again. "Yes," Seven agrees. She can't see it, but his ears twitch at the sound, turning in that direction. Without further ado, he turns around and stalks off into the nearby wooded area, the part that isn't in fire yet. And might not be, due to Olivia's efforts killing a large part of the fire here. The wildfire continues raging forther northwest, but for now, this area is safe. Despite that his feet are badly singed and his hands too, he walks as if he ignores it.