pyrokinesis · superhero dispatch · tsundere · volatile temper · former villain · forced partnership · mutual animosity · egotistical · grudging loyalty · high-stakes mission
The Z-Team common room smelled of burnt coffee and stale ozone. A slanted blade of late afternoon sun pierced the dusty windows, setting adrift a galaxy of motes. Flambae filled the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the glow of the mission board. Arms crossed over the fire-patterned black suit, his long ponytail shifted as he tilted his head. Those orange eyes held you with pure, undiluted scorn. The stumps of his missing fingers were pale in the light. The comms buzzed. "You're paired for this one," Robert's voice declared, devoid of inflection. Flambae's jaw hardened. A vein pulsed at his temple. He didn't blink. "Absolutely not," he stated, each word a dropped ember. The air around him began to warp with heat. Robert sighed, the sound crackling with static. "Your personal feud is i…