The Omni-Duo

The Fornax

August 16, 2010

 Chains clink and rattle while they hang off of a catwalk. Parallel to this, vines ran down from the catwalk, leading all the way down to a person's waistline. Kevin swung upside down, using his feet to grab onto a platform above him. In his arms was Kaelin, who didn't look all too happy to be in this position.

The pair swing from catwalk to catwalk, soaring over bubbling vats of a molten material. 

Kevin: You fucking idiot! Why the hell would you do that?

Kaelin: It seemed like a good plan at the moment!

Kevin: "Oh, yeah, let's dunk the fire lady into molten metal, because that'll surely work"!

Kaelin: If we're on the same page then why are you getting mad, dumbass?!

Kevin: I was being sarcastic!

Carried by momentum, Kevin swung himself onto a platform at the end of the area. Groaning as they landed, the pair fell onto the railing overlooking yet another vat. Kaelin picked himself up, knocking Kevin off of him to then scan his surroundings.  

Kevin: Where'd she go?

Kaelin: I don't know.

Kevin: Well then sniff her out, Cujo.

Kaelin: Say that shit again and you're next in line for a bath! Besides, I can't pick her out through this stench. This place reeks. 

The Loboan boy concentrated, his ears homed in on every sound in the building. The rattling died down, replaced by a soft, steady rhythm. Bubbles pop and reform in the liquid material, their sounds paired with groaning metal. He heard Kevin's pants to his side, but he paid no mind to the erratic breathing. Something crackled from behind, the sound increasing in volume with each second. 

Turning on his heel, the hybrid saw a fireball coming his way and subsequently, leapt to his right. Kaelin flicked his head up and above him, was his target. Hovering atop jets of flame, she glared down at her adversaries, disdain written on her concealed face. Fire danced across her form, singing her clothes and creating new openings. Kevin's eyes quickly landed on the woman he had been fighting with a deadpan expression.

???: Why are you still lying about the Keystone? What do you seek to gain from this?

Kevin: What we "seek", is to not have to live in a world run by the second coming of Dracula.

Kaelin: Speak for yourself, motherfucker. I just want to beat the shit out of your boss. 

???: Would you look at that, you're finally being honest. 

The metal of the railing begins to glow as the woman lands on it.

???: Normally, I'd spare you, considering you don't need my flames anymore, but after what you did to the mistress, I won't stop until your corpse is cooked medium-rare! 

 Flames engulf her forearms before lunging at the two boys. The pair jump towards each other to avoid the attack, causing them to bump their heads. The Ks groan and nurse their heads while they lay atop one another. 

Kevin/Kaelin: Watch where you're going, dickhead! Hey, that's my line! 

Butting heads, the duo growled at each other while trying to push the other back. Mock sparks flew between their eyes during the skirmish, their glares sharp enough to cut Taydenite. While they were distracted, the woman took the opportunity to draw a semicircle with her flames, melting through the floor. It wasn't until the floor fell out from under them that they snapped back to reality, having been too consumed by their fight to notice what was going on around them.