Squeak? [Irvine]

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With Irvine's every step, a burning footprint was left behind, flames springing to life in the shapes of his soles every time his feet lifted to take another step forward. It was an old exercise at this point, but it never failed to get old, nor to remain a worthy challenge to the attention of his host.
...except for Percy. Fuck if he wasn't good.
The trick was simple - they had to leave exact trails, shaped correctly, and placed correctly. THere was a certain amount of prints they had to maintain at all times, and when an new print formed, the old one had to disappear with it. The real trick was handling the timing and process so it looked convincing without burning whoever you were working with.
It was fun.

It was in this manner that a curious Irvine approached Bronx as he made sounds around the trash cans. He knew it wasn't an attempt at speech - that crazy Babel Field thing would be handing him words if it was - so...this was actual noises.
He smirked as he stopped by him, flaming footsteps trailing behind him. "Whatcha doin', pipSqueak?"

Irvine laughs. "I figured I'd either find something making noises or someone doing the same. I found the latter, and hey, what do you know! That's the more interesting one." He leans against the wall, placing a foot against it and leaving another burning footprint in its wake on the floor.
This one though, was admittedly a split second late. He tuts at the air. Was going to have to mark George down for that.
"So what's the aim of the game, then? Gotta admit, I'm interested. Anything a bored passerby might be able to do?"

He looks down at the footprint, and back to Rhynox. "That's just something that happens. Always been like that. Pretty normal for me, honestly." It was just ghosts making fire, after all.
"Looking to pull in animals with all those squeaking noises, huh?" If one were paying attention at the time, they'd notice part of Irvine's flame trail blink out. "Ever think to not just try the squeaks? Or, well...that the sounds you were making were way, waaay too loud? Can't say I've ever seen a rodent that loud that hasn't asked me my name before."

He waits a moment, his eyes then flicking up. "Alllsoooo..." He gestures a finger around. "Kiiiinda nothing in the area."

Irvine sighs and rolls his eyes. "Noise control regulations require that entities of such extreme volume be fitted with noise reducing equipment for the wellbeing of Junction citizens. Non-compliant entities will be dealt with appropriately, be they citizen, pet or pest." Oh, the noise regulations...good thing he could work around them. "Anything that wouldn't be scared shitless by what you're doing will have been dealt with. Even if you are pulling things from far away by boosting your volume, you're scaring them away again before they ever come close enough."

He looks over and gives Rhynox a shit-eating grin. "Besides, you don't go looking for Top-Warders in a sewer with a wine bottle, a business contract and some hors d'oeuvres, do ya? If you can't be bothered to find a proper spot to test, you can't compensate by destroying the hearing of everything in the area."

Irvine listens.
And then he laughs.
"I don't know, your hearing seems a little off buddy..." He taps his ear. "Just telling you that the shit that likes what you're doing has been offed or had its ass tossed off before a jump. Either-or, really."

Irvine gives Rhynox a wry smirk. "You're attributing higher brain function to dumb animals." Shaking his head, he returns to leaning back. "These things teeeend to have sensitive hearing. Comes with being a little thing that needs to know when everything's coming. Or you know...trying to find them."" He shrugs. "Animals just don't like loud noises in general. People...eh, that can vary, but not really in the way you want."

"Who said anything about people?" Really now, putting words in his mouth.
He shrugs. "Guess so. But it's always worth knowing the variables."

He tilts his head side to side. "Leeeet's just say I've had reason to do some reading. Sometimes, there are things ya gotta know. God, all the scientific stuff they have here? Beautiful. None of that back home, and hell if it hasn't been interesting keeping up with it."
It's at that moment a trash can decides to burst into flames, blasting its lid off in a shower of embers.
Irvine doesn't react.
"Thaaat's enough of that though. I get to know who the crazy guy is that's been doing all of this?"

Irvine grins as Rhynox looks away, but his face is back to normal by the time he looks back. "Me? Naaah. I can't do anything like that." He makes a pantomime of placing two fingers to his head and thinking hard, before shaking his head. "Nope. Nothing. Maybe you're haunted."
He pushes off the wall, leaving yet another flaming footprint - this time, on time. "I'm Irvine. Good to meet ya, Rhynox." He walks off into the distance, flaming footsteps in his wake.

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