asgardmeridiem | [open] if you don't shut your mouth, you're gonna feel the floor.

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[open] if you don't shut your mouth, you're gonna feel the floor.

Who: John Allerdyce and, perhaps, you.
What: Crossing the line and getting his ass fired.
When:Night 267
Where: Baldr, either at the bar or wandering.
Rating: PG-13 for John's mouth and potential violence, will mark up if needed.

[They knew that he drank on shift. They knew that he mouthed off customers and occasionally even told them to get right the fuck out of the bar. But they were strapped for employees, so they held onto him.

Until he got extremely loaded on this particular evening and started - or attempted to start - a fistfight with his boss. The large, burly man had just enough colour to be angry, so he joined in gladly, and it got to the point where Pyro had to pull his knife. One long cut up his boss's bicep later, Pyro's ass was out on the street.

You can find him:

A) Standing in the open doorway of the small bar, hollering abuse at the owner/bouncer who just threw him out, his arms and face badly bruised and a slight list to his walk;

or

B) Wandering through Baldr with a fresh bottle in his hand, a steady stream of muttered annoyance trailing behind him. There may be shadows of bruising left, but they'll be hard to make out in the darkness.

It's hard being Pyro, damnit. So much manpain, so little time.]

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[He thinks about that for a minute. He's known that he needs some kind of fight training for awhile, but it's been too galling to ask for it. This just sort of happened naturally, and Connor isn't being a prick about offering. Maybe it's time.]

Yeah, why not. I'm not used to fighting so hands-on.

I think everyone should at least be able to defend themselves without powers.

[He looks dubious.]

If you could throw fire at people from age twelve, would you fight any other way? Pretty hard to plan for being kidnapped by gods and having your DNA rewritten.

Here, dude. I relied on my abilities back home too, when I got here I was completely pathetic.

[He laughs, and finally manages to get seated in a cross-legged position. Some of the colour's coming back to his face, too.]

I learned pretty quick that anything could be a weapon. Went after one guy with a broken bar glass. God, it's a good thing Magneto isn't around to see this.

[His smile drops a little. Well, that was a huge slip.]

The one from my time, anyway.

[connor notices, doesn't ask who magneto is... yet.]

That time thing is weird.

Yeah, it is. Three people I recognised when I got here, and all of them were from at least fifty years ago. It's hard to tell with one of 'em, but I figured it out.

[He shakes his head, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.]

They're the same people, but they aren't. It's fucked up.

[He won't admit that he feels the Magneto and Mystique he left behind could tear this place down in seconds, since he is still loyal to the Brotherhood (and this Magneto would strangle him if it got back to him, Pyro's pretty sure).]

Fifty?!

[connor lets out a long breath, not quite sharp enough to whistle]

That's crazy. I've only heard like... six.

No shit. A lot can change in that much time. No one's shown up knowing my future yet, but I think it's just as weird finding out their pasts.

I would not want to know my future.

Why not? If it sucks, you could chan -

[A dry little chuckle.]

- lemme guess, we don't keep our memory of this place when we go back.

Nope. Something about 'that would change who we are,' effect the world, blah blah. And we can't go anywhere else, either.

[connor seems to have upset himself somehow -- his jaw works with something just short of anger]

If we survive and leave, it'll be like none of this ever happened.

[The statement is both simple and profound, and it doesn't leave Pyro untouched, either. It's best that he doesn't remember this strange place where so many races co-exist and humans react to his own with mild interest at most; it settles almost all of his concerns about going soft, being useless for the war at home.

But that disturbs him even more, because it raises so many smaller questions: how much should he really worry about the struggles back home? Should he cling to his enmity with Bobby, keep Oswin at arm's length romantically? Couldn't he, theoretically, live a whole different kind of life here just to see how it feels?]

[But that's bullshit. That's what people like Isaac want to do, just forget about everything that made them what and who they are. He won't be bought so easily by this life.]

Good. I don't need the distraction when I get back.

[connor doesn't answer right away, and when he does it's as if his good humor is just out of arms reach]

If you see it as a distraction, rather than an experience, then yeah it's better.

[It reminds him a bit of Oswin's reactions to this place, and he has to ask.

Well, he doesn't, but he's rude.]

You one of the dead ones?

[he seems caught off guard by that]

No, I'm alive.

[how much longer is a bit of a crapshoot, what with the fact he was yanked into asgard during the actual apocalypse, but hey. that happens more often than you'd think.]

Huh. It just seems like they're mostly the ones who talk about it as anything other than being kidnapped and having to put off more important shit back home.

That's how I see it. But it's not just about me... and I guess there are just some things I'd want to keep.

[A smirk that's more playful than cold.]

Now I'm guessing a girl.

I know, I'm obvious.

Nah, I just know the type.

[It's hard to tell what to make of that statement, whether it's positive or negative. Pyro definitely loathes Bobby's relationship with Rogue, but his feelings about Bobby himself are more ambivalent these days. It's easier to see flashes of his former friend's old self without Rogue around.]

You still think it's worth it, knowing it'll only last here?

[Connor shrugs.]

It hurts sometimes. But it's not like relationships are guaranteed to last even if you do have all the time in the world. Take every moment, since they could run out at any time. We won't remember the loss, either -- why make it come early?

Honestly, we just don't talk about it, since we found out.

[He shakes his head, laughing a little.]

I'll just never get it.

Why not?

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