[color=gray][CENTER][COLOR=#AC0D01][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/COLOR][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5504477][img]https://i.imgur.com/7BWn8qb.jpeg[/img][/url][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=#E64C09][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Southern Plateau[/I] - [I]Dundas Island, Pacific Ocean[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=#E64C09][b]Hope In Hell #2.017:[/b][/COLOR] [I]The Flame In All Of Us[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=#AC0D01][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][INDENT][sub][color=#E64C09][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I][@Qia] - Harper Baxter[/i][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=#E64C09][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]My Demons, They Know How to Swim[/I][/right][/SUP]
[indent]The blast door opened sending a momentary sense of relief coursing through Lorcán until he realized that not only was Harper’s escape blocked by the foreign woman, but the same malicious woman had haphazardly tossed Aurora back into harm’s way. The redhead’s unconscious body collided with the floor leaving an audible thud that sent Lorcán’s blood to a boil. 

Last night hadn’t exactly gone how Lorcán had imagined. He had so much turmoil building up inside of him, and while Aurora had let him down gently, that didn’t mean the subtle rejection wasn’t still rejection.

And it hurt. 

But he needed that pain right now, the pain of rejection fueled his fire the first time it manifested and he needed that fire now more than ever. Harper was depending on him, more importantly a helpless Aurora was depending on him, and he’d be damned if he allowed her to continue to suffer.
 
[i][color=#c7500c][right][sup]Burn them all.[/sup][/right][/color][/i]
The Rory doppelgänger had teleported so many times, Lorcán was starting to notice a pattern to the locations. It was something his father had ingrained him over and over again, especially pertinent to the nature of Aiden’s abilities. Once you can predict your target, the fight is won. Lorcán had been trained to recognize patterns, to watch body language, to see his opening.

And especially to take it.

Steeling his composure, he continued his assault, the drain on his abilities causing him to break a sweat as a subtle ache began to set into his arms. Still he counted the teleports and noted the corresponding appearance. Rory was moving in a circle varied between heights.

He’d shown his hand now. 

[color=#04cf3a]“C’mon, Lorc,”[/color] Rory taunted, teleporting from the first position to the second.

[i][color=#c7500c][right]Burn them all.[/right][/color][/i]
[color=#04cf3a]“I know you can throw better than this.”[/color] He laughed wickedly teleporting again. Without even turning, Lorcán summoned all his fury into left hand before extending his finger tips. The temperature rapidly rose, lighting flashing across the room before Rory’s form dropped to the ground, the smell of burning flesh quickly overtaking the stale air.

[color=#fe650d]“I hate that nickname.”[/color]

Igniting the downed imitation, Lorcán turned to help Harper while leaving Rory to burn. It was only upon doing so that Lorcán realized Aurora was nowhere to be seen. Another loud crack echoed behind Lorcán, causing him to flinch as a spray of cold seawater doused his back. Jetting forward, Lorcán tackled both Harper and her redheaded sister into the hallway before the door’s emergency override closed it behind them as the room became part of the sea.

His eyes frantically darted around the sterile white corridor for a head of beautiful copper hair, but there was no sign of his best friend anywhere. He snarled, one hard wrapping around Sierra’s throat while he held her on the ground in front of Harper.

[color=#fe650d]“Where is Aurora?”[/color] Lorcán practically roared, his hand squeezing harder before pulling on arm back, his fist surrounded by a sustained blade of superheated plasma. 

[color=#fb0207]“Ooh, daddy.”[/color] Sierra managed to choke out,[color=#fb0207] “[i]Harder.[/i]”[/color]

Sierra’s malicious flirtations made Lorcán hesitate, his blade flattering slightly as the sustained heat flickered and became less defined, starting to dissipate. He looked back at Harper before squeezing his fist as he strengthened his resolve.

[i][color=#c7500c][right]For Aurora.[/right][/color][/i]
Sierra’s screams echoed through the corridor, sending the haunting wail of a banshee through the trial as the blade burned through her shoulder.

[color=#fb0207]“She-”[/color] The woman spat at Lorcán, [color=#fb0207]“She’s in better hands than yours now.”[/color] A pained chuckle came from her chest beneath Lorcán. The doppelganger smiled from ear to ear between pained breaths, the ghastly odour of cauterized flesh and melted leather singed at Lorcán and Harper’s nostrils. Standing, Lorcán let his powers fade, before turning coldly to Harper.

[color=#fe650d]“Do what you will with her, I need to find ‘Rora.”[/color]

His tone left no room for argument.[/indent][/indent][/color]