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[capt. salem]

| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE

In terms of things that were supposed to be on fire...

...He was pretty sure a pile of backpacks, likely still filled with things by the smell of burning plastic, was not supposed to be on fire.
Well- actually, maybe they were in a pile to be burned, and whoever did this hadn't accidentally set the pile on fire.

Still, whatever the cause was, it smelled fucking horrible and the fire was a bit too big to be put out without a concentrated effort from multiple people; and he wasn't about to start calling on people to go fetch buckets of water from the shore when the pile of burning backpacks wasn't hurting anybody, and it wasn't spreading from its spot neatly in the middle of the street.

It just smelled awful, was all. So Salem stood a few feet back where the smell wasn't as bad and watched the fire flicker.

[justify]Waste no worry for the world, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Leader of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all; Panromantic and attracted solely to people who radiate power]&[/abbr]
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death or capture | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
While they wait by gates of pearl, [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Choppy short dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off | Walks with noticeable limp, favors his right leg]&[/abbr]
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, [abbr=There are no extra tags this is just for aesthetic]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]

[ARCHER]

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archer was familiar with the antics of pyromaniacs. after a decade of working (among other relationships) with one, who tended to light anything from trashbins to entire apartment complexes aflame when she so fancied, he'd sort of gotten used to it. and, after being apart from his eccentric almost-friend for the last year, he'd forgotten the delightful sensation of everything sort of smelling like burnt.

the smell draws him nearer, and the sight warms his heart in some strange way. sighing, lips curling into a slight smile, he removes his flask as he stops beside salem, eyeing up the flames as he draws in a sip. [color=#641F11]"reminds me of carol. or cheryl. or whatever the hell her name was." he knows the man very likely didn't know the heiress, and he wasn't exactly speaking to him, but rather, to the universe.

[capt. salem]

| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE

Salem wasn't really used to everything smelling burnt, especially the burning smell of melting plastic but- he supposed it could be comforting, in a way, if he didn't think he was obtaining some kind of cancer from just breathing the toxin in.

Maybe he was just getting too old to properly enjoy this kind of fun, destructive nonsense. That was a depressing thought- he'd never be too old to be an anarchist, so he reached down, plucked a small twig off the sidewalk, and tossed it in the fire.

"I have no fucking idea who that is, but she sounds interesting," Salem said, glancing over at Archer and doing a small double-take at the smile on the other man's face before he focused in on the flask. "Can I have a sip, friend?" He asked, hoping beyond hope it wasn't water or vinegar or some shit like that.

[justify]Waste no worry for the world, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Leader of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all; Panromantic and attracted solely to people who radiate power]&[/abbr]
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death or capture | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
While they wait by gates of pearl, [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Choppy short dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off | Walks with noticeable limp, favors his right leg]&[/abbr]
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, [abbr=There are no extra tags this is just for aesthetic]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]