Ignition [John/Open]

[Kyrie Blaze]

It was just coming up on dawn, and Kyrie was...well, she was salvaging. Scouting would come later. She was more concerned with finding things of use, or things that she could make useful.

The best place for that was currently an abandoned scrap yard, with decrepit buildings nearby. One of those buildings could be used as a makeshift half-way point to temporarily store things she couldn't carry around as normal.

[John]

John had been finding his way to a high standing point, some decrepit building he found the way to the roof of, probably not too safe, but whatever. He'd take off his hammer, and his chest guard, raising both arms to the side as the sun finally hit him, he absorbed the warmth closing his eyes before his entire body would erupt into an inferno.

At this point probably rivaling the sun in giving off light.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Because that wasn't a sign from the Gods, themselves...

The blonde was scanning the heaps of rubble, looking for blunt items, or gears, and sturdy rope. She turned this way, and that, moving quickly and quietly and leaving no surface of scrap unchecked. Her gaze pulled up to the top of a rather impressively barren-of-use heap.

The sudden flare up of light had Kyrie ducking behind a large chunk of metal. Way too big for her to drag anywhere.

She peeked out with those wide blue eyes, observing the source. He had a qi. She didn't. In fact, his qi looked to be pretty darn impressive. And dangerous.

So she hung tight and observed from her spot.

"Can't search for anything in peace."

[John]

Once the sun had given him the warmth he required he would let the fire slowly burn out, before retrieving his gear. Jumping from the side of the building he'd wait until his momentum hit a peek before slamming the sharp end of his hammer into the wall to slow his decent. Sliding along the building before hitting bottom. He decided to check the scrap yard as well, considering who's hammer he had.

He could build probably anything with it.

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Scratch that. Can't go anywhere without someone popping up and moving in."

She took a quick look around, deciding to skulk her way from her hiding spot and continue meandering, checking on her fellow scrapyardian's progress to ensure she could stay ahead should he find his path leading towards her own.

Though she was in that innocent little dress with her hair unbound, she wasn't quite wanting to interact with anyone just yet.

[John]

"Bingo!"

John's blood red eyes lit up as he spotted some good metal. Rushing over, he'd grab it and size his arm in comparison.

"So..."

He trailed off as he put it on a solid piece of car, setting both his hands on fire, he'd start to warm the metal. Once hot enough he'd begin slamming his hammer into it to shape the metal. He'd then start shaping smaller pieces, before finally having put two pieces together with hinges and latches.

"Awesome!"

He'd say triumphant in creating a true metal left arm guard. Before tossing it to the side, and going about searching elsewhere.

[Kyrie Blaze]

He could be a good temporary ally. Kyrie picked out a long coil of rope, starting to loop it over her arms as she edged around at the exclamation. She'd heard the hammering before...but he simply discarded the piece he just made.

Maybe he was going to come back for it...

She shrugged and stuffed the rope in the top of her bag. Deciding that - as he hadn't seemed hostile so far - she could potentially approach him. For now, however, she settled on moving towards the arm guard he had dropped and picked it up, studying it with wide, curious, blue eyes.

It was still warm.

[John]

Not only warm, but rather sturdy, almost master works in comparison. A true piece of armor, yet too big for her. John would an interesting spot, set his hands on fire and began building once more, this time he appeared to be trying to make a metal throne with a nice car cushion seat.

"I will be king of the junk on my days off. Haha."

[Kyrie Blaze]

As she figured. He had made it for himself, not for a slender female. It may have passed for a shin-guard on her, but it still wouldn't be quite right.

She shuffled onwards, towards the sound of banging metal and his voice...and paused, watching.

[John]

It would still take him some time to complete... He wasn't very paranoid right now having too much fun for his own good. So he wasn't looking around for people, just more pieces to add to his throne.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie moved forwards, still shuffling her feet a little. She stopped a few feet back and held the guard out with both hands.

"Hey, mister...you dropped this..?"

An offering with an itty-bitty smile. All innocence.

[John]

John turned towards the voice caught off guard, his eyes literally glowing as he could see the carbon in the air, he turned his Qi off and looked to the arm guard.

"Uhh... Yeah, I don't have any use for it. I just wanted to see if I could make it."

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie's eyes went wide in surprise that wasn't in the slightest bit feigned.

She looked down at the guard and twisted it this way and that, then released one hand to point at the 'throne' that was coming together with his hard work.

"...are you gonna leave that, too..?"

[John]

John would look behind him at the pointing finger to the throne.

"Well, yeah. I can't carry it, and no way to transport it. I think I'm going to leave it here so I can come here on my days off and relax."

[Kyrie Blaze]

"...but that's so...wasteful." She intoned thoughtfully. Her head tilted to the side. "You could make a cart, couldn't you? I'd love to be able to take the things I could make like that back with me. If I could do what you do."