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Fantasy The World of Engranussia (Closed)

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Graham shrugged, "you're the pyromancer. Do your do."

"And my do is the type of do I do best." Reaver blinked, huffing from the way that ended up sounding before pulling up his right sleeve. "Sounded way better in my head. Forget I said anything." And, with that, Reaver quickly shot the pyromancer equivalent of a flamethrower from his hand, aiming for the kettle.
 
"And my do is the type of do I do best." Reaver blinked, huffing from the way that ended up sounding before pulling up his right sleeve. "Sounded way better in my head. Forget I said anything." And, with that, Reaver quickly shot the pyromancer equivalent of a flamethrower from his hand, aiming for the kettle.

Graham laughed, "same here, Rea." He then looked to the kettle as he ooed and awed. "Still as stunning as ever."
 
Graham laughed, "same here, Rea." He then looked to the kettle as he ooed and awed. "Still as stunning as ever."

Reaver snickered, taking a few steps closer as he continued to torch the kettle. "Right!? And this is just the basics of what can apparently be done!"
 
"I still wanna see a fire dragon one day."

"So do I." Reaver agreed, easing up on the now pitch black, burnt yet somehow not melted kettle. "I did learn how t' do something else that's pretty cool, though."
 
"So do I." Reaver agreed, easing up on the now pitch black, burnt yet somehow not melted kettle. "I did learn how t' do something else that's pretty cool, though."

"Oh really? Tell me that after the oh . . . do you think that kettle had enough?"
 
"Oh really? Tell me that after the oh . . . do you think that kettle had enough?"

"I--. Certainly looks like it... it's whistling, though!" He'd then nudge the scolding hot medal with a stick he'd picked up, warping the slight glow of the smoldering, water filled item.
 
"I--. Certainly looks like it... it's whistling, though!" He'd then nudge the scolding hot medal with a stick he'd picked up, warping the slight glow of the smoldering, water filled item.

"I think it's good." Graham said as he awed at the burntness of it.
 
"I think it's good." Graham said as he awed at the burntness of it.

"Boiling water the Pyro way." Reaver smiled proudly before standing as he'd raise his hand for a celebratory high-five.
 
Graham smiled before giving him a high five back. "Good job, Rea!"

"WOO!" Reaver exclaimed before looking to the kettle again. "Pretty sure we can't lift it without the metal or the handle warping at this point, though."
 
"WOO!" Reaver exclaimed before looking to the kettle again. "Pretty sure we can't lift it without the metal or the handle warping at this point, though."

"So we're going to have to readjust it the next time we do this. But sooner or later, after trial and error, we'll make it through like we usually do."
 
"So we're going to have to readjust it the next time we do this. But sooner or later, after trial and error, we'll make it through like we usually do."

Reaver nodded, grinning over to him. "That's the inventor's spirit! Alpha testing always comes first."
 
Reaver nodded, grinning over to him. "That's the inventor's spirit! Alpha testing always comes first."

"Absolutely! As long as we do it together, nothing stops our weird brains from making inventions that this world has never seen before."
 
"Absolutely! As long as we do it together, nothing stops our weird brains from making inventions that this world has never seen before."

"Mhm! Weird brains are the best kinda brains."
 
"Careful- oh who am i saying. You can't get burnt. Wanna use it now?"

Reaver couldn't help but snicker from the beginning of the warning, lifting the kettle as he'd then look over to Graham with a nod. "Yea. TO THE HOT COCA!"
 
"Okie dokie." Reaver replied, heading over to the mugs as he'd pour the water in.

Graham grabbed the marshmallows from the top cupboard before heading over to Reaver. His stomach growled to reach in and dive for the marshmallows. "Everything smells so good." He whined.
 

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