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[Rummy is sitting on a bench out in town, holding the device up so he can talk into it.]
This fuckin' City owes me a new shirt. The one I was wearin' this mornin' caught on fire. How'd this happen? 'Cause now I can do this.
[He holds up his hand, and after a few seconds of concentrating, a ball of fire appears in his palm.]
A'right, I admit it ain't that bad for a curse, but they had to fuckin' spring it on me?
[He absently tosses the fireball into the ground where it fizzels out of existence.]
[OOC: People are free to come up to him. Just no Agni Kais.]
This fuckin' City owes me a new shirt. The one I was wearin' this mornin' caught on fire. How'd this happen? 'Cause now I can do this.
[He holds up his hand, and after a few seconds of concentrating, a ball of fire appears in his palm.]
A'right, I admit it ain't that bad for a curse, but they had to fuckin' spring it on me?
[He absently tosses the fireball into the ground where it fizzels out of existence.]
[OOC: People are free to come up to him. Just no Agni Kais.]
