Sylvester wandered aimlessly in the streets of the village. He stopped one of the bustling townspeople- something that was odd for Oakna Village- and began talking to him. "What's going on here? I've never known Oakna to be so loud." Sylvester asked. The man looked at him like he was crazy. "It's a festival. Every year we celebrate. No one really knows why now, though." The man broke away from Sylvester and hurried off toward another food stand set up on the side of the street.
"WATCH OUT! LOOSE TEST FIRE!"
What? Sylvester thought to himself. Loose test fire? Then, he heard something. A burning something. A sizzling something. He turned to his right to see a red cylinder with a cone shaped something on top of it. Heading right at him.
Why me? He thought. He closed his eyes and braced for impact, for the "loose test fire" was moving much too fast for him to dodge it.
Orpheus was pick-pocketting everyone around this crowd, easy money! Watches, wallets, plenty of coupons for some reason... He got to the front and saw this clutz in the middle. 'Was this what everyone was looking at, a blonde kid in front of a fire work ra-... HE'S SUICIDAL!' Orpheus used his magic to move the weapon upwords in time to singe this guys shirt, but not physically harm him, he thought... singe the shirt, HA, gotta have a little fun... and more money would be nice. "Pay up, I saved your life!"
The rocket shot upwards right in front of Sylvester, singing his shirt. Or, in an attempt to singe his shirt, as he had no shirt on his front half. Ow ow ow ow! He thought, bouncing in circles, patting the burned skin. Pain. At least I didn't get hit by that- whatever it is. An explosion noise came from right above him, and, in an attempt to not get singed, he ducked, looking at the source of the explosion.
What he saw instead of fire was a magnificent light show, colors of all kinds. He stood up slowly, still cautious.
"Pay up, I saved your life!"
"Hm?" Sylvester said, turning around. A boy was standing there, about Sylvester's age. "Uh, alright." Sylvester said, wondering how in oblivion this boy saved his life. He plucked the small pouch of money he had out of his satchel and was about to set it in the young boy's hand, then pulled it away at the last second.
"How do I know you saved me, though?" He asked. What kind of powers does this boy have? Because we could have some fun with this Light- Color- Blast Off shows.
((OOC: I changed this becuase I was plotting with Zanzhro on this... I must admit I was bunny hopping... I apologize to all those offended.))
This guy's giving me lip, you ungrateful son of a, deep breathes, lovely pair of parents who love you... your gonna pay! "Your lucky I'm not cooking you to a crisp, you know." Orpheus said setting his hand on fire and staring determined at this ungrateful person. Orpheus lunged in for a punch, but angled his fist down at the last second, trapping this guy in a blazing trap.
"Toss the money over and you won't be the cannibals next honey glazed roast! Ooh, that sounds good, anyone know a good Barbecue around here?"
There was no way the boy would get out of this one, not without my help!
"WATCH OUT!" the fire work lighters yelled. Orpheus turned, looking at them drop a match which lit another firework. Letting down his guard, all fire he had previously been controlling dispersed. Why me? He asked himself as it came hurling at him. He turned and ran into a dead end, classic Orpheus, not thinking at all. He grabbed the kid by his collar, to pull him to "safety". Why me.... why not the guy in the blue... he needs something to cry about... why me?