[center][h3][b][color=E948FC]Danny Kingston[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/45717baa-ac62-4f09-852e-e588b3960c26.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=E948FC]Location:[/color][/b] Framework, BG3 
[b][color=E948FC]Skills:[/color][/b] Pyrokinesis[hr][hr][/center]

[color=E948FC] “Well, dat just seems a little wierd, don't it? ‘ow did they cram poor little Zari in t'is tiny t'in’? I ‘ope she doesn't ‘ave clautir- claustrie- clausdri- t'at fear of small places, ‘owever you say it. Maybe t'at's why Arci put ‘rr in t'ere! We gotta get ‘er ta a quack like, right after all t'is ‘cause it can't be good for your noggin ta be squeezed into an itty, bitty living space. Ya thinking shas'as cosmic pow-”[/color]

Danni nearly vomited as overwhelming pain had him doubling over and crashing to his knees. Death wasn't a foreign concept to him. His papa could talk to the dead, his uncle was a ghost for years ‘til the rents brought him back to life, but he'd never faced it up close and personal, never [i]experienced[/i] it. He couldn't tell if he was screaming, crying, or just gasping for breath, all he could think about was the pain. All he could think about was everything he couldn’t do, they couldn't do. Everyone was going to die. 

The pain brought spots to his eyes, the edges already going, but still he could see the bright flickers of fire. His control was thin normally, down right gone in emotional situations, but he tried. God, he tried. Through the pain, he tried to grab everything but he could feel the fire slipping free. 

Hopefully, he died before he exploded.

[Hider=Roll Request] Pyrokenisis rolls to keep his fire from hurting as many people as he can[/hider]