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Bobby was saying something or another about him not showing off and it caused Pyro to roll his eyes. "Relax man, you sound like the professor," he teased. That was the lecture that Pyro often got from most of the teachers at the school. He basically had it memorized. "Which makes you sound like an eighty year old," he further mocked, exaggerating the Professor's age... maybe. Dude was old after all. As they walked along, Bobby actually answered his question about the book store. He supposed his question wasn't entirely sarcastic... he had made the joke, knowing the book store was something that would actually appeal to Bobby. Too bad for him it was closed, but lucky for Pyro he wouldn't be dragged there to look at books. Although even if he didn't admit it, he did like to read. Thankfully, his friend distracted the conversation, mentioning how busy the mall was and that they should go over to where he wanted to go. It had less than a welcoming look to it as a rather cantankerous looking man stood at the entrance of the store.

"Let's go then," Pyro encouraged, unaffected by the man's lacking smile. In fact, those were the best, and easiest, kind of people to provoke. As they walked past him, John gave a nod to him. "Hey there, chuckles," he said sarcastically as he made his way into the store, ignoring whatever reaction he'd gotten from the man. Pyro was far too focused on the task at hand: get a lighter. Usually they were kept right near the cash register but in this particular store, they were in one of the aisles. Perfect! Pyro excitedly made his way to it, his eyes scanning over each one. Deciding on a color that he liked, he picked it up and inspected it. Opening the cover, he flicked it on as a smile spread across his lips. Suddenly, he felt the power surge back into his body, now having access to fire. Closing the cover, he briefly glanced on either side of them and then pocketed the lighter before turning to his friend. "Need anything?" He asked Bobby casually, acting as if he was not just about to steal a lighter from the shop.

She went on about how he was the one who had left... how they didn't want to fight him. He believed that, because he had spent time with both of them. He knew that he was the one who provoked fights, but that didn't mean the comfort of being in her and Iceman's company compared to the comfort he found in the Brotherhood. They couldn't support him or his views... besides, what the hell was he to them, a third wheel? "Oh I do know," he told her, not doubting that fact. "But other than a roof over my head and food on a table, that place did nothing for me. I was better off at a shelter." He didn't believe that Bobby or Rogue actually missed him. Hell, he didn't believe that anyone there did. It was odd, to feel isolated even while surrounded by so many people. It was not something he could explain, nor did he have any desire to. What mattered was that he found where he did belong... and it sure as hell wasn't at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. She said how she had stepped in to keep the cops from getting involved... that hardly scared him. He had handled a whole army of cops before. And that was just one of him. There were four mutants here now so clearly, the cops would be outmatched. But alas, her need to protect so called innocent humans controlled her actions.

"Well it wasn't very smart of you. Even you gotta know that." Because there was just one of her, standing up to a group of them. The conversation set aside as the next series of events took place. The contact of their skin had done nothing, not what he had expected it to. Instead, he felt himself pulled forward and a forceful knee rammed into his stomach. The attack caused him to let out a groan of unexpected pain as he cringed, before getting hit again, this time harder. The act was enough to make him stumble to the ground on his knees, and break the contact of their hands. It took him a few moments to realize what had happened; to think past the aching in his stomach. As he was on his knees, heavily breathing... his heaves began to turn into laughter. Not maniacal laughter, but more, a laughter of realization. As his mind played back what had just happened... it showed him that she had let out a sound of pain, and that he still had his powers; that there was no familiar use of hers against him. The other mutants stepped forward and he raised his hand to stop them amidst his continuing laughter.

Slowly, his laughter was brought to an end though an expression of pure amusement remained on his face. Because he was right! He had called her bluff and it had so been worth it, even if he did get rammed in the stomach. Something that would most likely leave a bruise. He rose to his feet and looked at her, shaking his head at her as he grinned. He couldn't resist letting out a few more chuckles as he further processed this. "Looks like I was right." He couldn't help but point that out. "Is that why you're out here, got kicked out of mutant school cause you aren't a mutant any more?" He asked sarcastically, basking in the glory of being proved correct. "Makes sense. Who the hell would want you on their side now, Marie?" He questioned rhetorically, emphasizing her name, for never before had he called her Marie. He always called her Rogue. But that was her mutant name. She now deserved to be called by her human name.

She acknowledged him, saying his name and he couldn't quite tell what her tone was. He just went with it, holding out his hands a bit and continuing to smirk. "In the flesh," he confirmed. He lowered his hands back to his side as she spoke of how home was where the heart was and hers was right here. He purposely looked around with a slightly raised eyebrow before resting his gaze on her again. "What, an abandoned alleyway?" He questioned, though he knew what she had meant. "Cause I sure don't think you mean that your home is with me and us mutants," he joked. Maybe it was with the other mutants... though did she even still have her powers? If not, then she definitely couldn't be considered a mutant anymore. He grew less amused when she questioned what he was doing out here.

It wasn't what she said about him picking on people less than his size... it was what she said about 'Erik'. That, was something he had absolutely no appreciation of. "Why don't you give respect where it's due and call him by his real name, Magneto." Erik was his other name, one that he was no longer known as. They all called him Magneto, and Magneto he would forever remain to them. "It's not like you would go around calling The Professor, Charles now would you?" He was trying to put it in perspective. She had her own leader, he had his. Although... hers was technically dead while his was still only missing. "At least I got people here with me. What about you, where's your backup?" He asked mockingly. Wasn't Bobby around playing the hero? Or was she just lurking out here by herself picking fights?

Pyro was separated from his small time gang of mutants. Despite his leadership role, this was far from ideal for him. He wanted The Brotherhood back. He would never admit that it was dead though! All he needed to do was find Magneto and then everything would be back to the way it was. When he had joined the Brotherhood, it had been the first time for his entire life that he felt like he belonged. He was with mutants who shared the same values and beliefs as him and most importantly, they weren't trying to tell him not to use his powers. They were only saying when would be the best time to use them. So yes. He needed the group to get back together. It was why after the battle, he had regrouped with what Brotherhood mutants were there and formed this small spin off gang of theirs. They all knew it was temporary, just until Magneto was found. He was no alpha, more of a beta. So he didn't try to overly control the group. It just helped to have the second in command while they awaited the reforming of The Brotherhood. Until then, they all created havoc against humans, other times it was just about surviving day to day with what limited provisions they had. They still stayed at the headquarters, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before it was compromised.

Right now, his group mates were doing their own thing, carrying about their own business. And that business involved getting in a fight. There were three mutants, and five humans. They all had in a darkened alleyway, clearly arguing about something or another. "What are ya gonna do about it?!" One of the humans demanded. The three mutants were clearly growing increasingly angry, while the humans were over confident for they had the numbers. Which didn't matter. If there was one thing that the three mutants all had in common it was arrogance. One that was soon exposed, for one of the mutants suddenly caused the humans hair to grow with abnormal speed at an alarming length. The human, clearly confused, let out a worried cry as scared expressions formed over the faces of the other humans. The mutants chuckled at this, as the one with the power used their powers to cause the long trail of hair, wrap around the humans neck and start choking him. "Not so tough now are you?!" She questioned rhetorically. As she focused his powers on this, the other two mutants began to advance toward the humans who were slowly stepping away, cowering from the fight.

[[ Tag: Marie aka Rogue ]]

Bobby told him that he would hang on to the money and while John knew that was the 'smart' thing to do, considering his intentions, that didn't mean he was actually going to agree with it. "What are you, my mother?" He asked sarcastically with a grin. "It isn't right that they took something of mine." Once again, John understood the logic, but he didn't like it. He was still mentally kicking himself for not bringing a back up with him. He just hated this whole 'don't use your powers' policy. They had them for a reason, why not show it off to the world?! Shouldn't that be their right? "Now I gotta find a way to replace it," he added.

There was no point in trying to hide his plans for he was well aware that Bobby already knew of them, which was why he probably said that he would keep the money with him.Though he supposed this would pose as an interesting challenge. It would add to the thrill of it all. "What do you wanna do anyway, go to the bookstore?" He asked, his tone mocking though would not be surprised if Bobby actually wanted to. He was after all the book smart kid who did well in school. Where as Pyro didn't care about academics. What was that phrase that all his teachers like to say... 'You have so much potential, John. You just need to apply yourself. And Pyro's reactions to these words often demonstrated his lack of care for academics.

Finally, for the first time in his life, Pyro felt like he was in the right place. He had never felt like he belonged at Xavier's; it was just the only alternative to the streets. But after he'd me Magneto, a lot changed. Everything changed really. Pyro, like the others, had all heard things about Magneto and the Brotherhood. But when he met the mutant in charge, he wasn't what Pyro expected. The guy had praised his powers -- something that Pyro always liked -- and encouraged him to use them. Unlike at Xavier's where they had to hide their powers and refrain from using them. Pyro couldn't stand that. Why did they have to hide?! He never agreed with that whole conformity crap. And after hearing Magneto explain his views and the objective of the Brotherhood, Pyro was undoubtedly on board.

He even said he was going to get Pyro a flame thrower so he wouldn't have to carry his lighter around! How cool was that! After having been given a brief tour, Magneto had to tend to some business so Pyro settled in a little and was now making his way around the place. He reached the kitchen and saw some old lady cooking. She greeted him and said that he should take some while it was there. Pyro wasn't going to say no. Pretty sweet deal that he didn't have to cook. "Thanks," he stated. He did as offered and grabbed a plate, putting some of the food in it before going the stool at the island. He flicked the cover of his lighter on and off, a habit of it, as he mixed the food a little, waiting for it to cool down. "So, what do you do?" He asked, cutting straight to the chase of finding out what her powers were.

Pyro was not happy about this. As if 'the cure' hadn't caused enough damage, they still wanted to offer it to those who were willing. After everything that it had caused, all the destruction it had created... and of course, the immorality of it. The very name of it implied that they had something that needed curing, when what they had was a way to kill humans! That was something Pyro had learned and lived by during his time in the Brotherhood. While he still believed that the Brotherhood existed, somehow, he was currently in his own little gang of those who survived the battle. He was still looking for their leader, but as it seemed he was injected with the 'cure'... well, didn't look like they'd be getting Magneto back any time soon.

Still, Pyro had learned too much and done too much to just hide in a corner. Which was why he was here today, now. Wearing a flamethrower at each wrist, he stood in front of the building, protestors all around while the police were there trying to manage the enthusiastic crowd. Pyro turned to his lead and gave a little nod. A few mutants went that way. He turned to his right and did the same, a couple went that way. He wasn't going to stand here with lame ass signs and protest. He was going to make more of a statement. In one quick motion he flicked his flamethrower, creating a ball of fire in each hand which he immediately thrust forward, targeting and successfully hitting the building as the people began to cry and panic ensued, with them running in every which direction.

Now, they were talking. Now, this was really a protest.

Bobby knew him too well, which Pyro wasn't all too surprised by anyway. "Come on, man. What else are we gonna do?" He asked rhetorically. They were at a mall. Where was the fun if he could flaunt his powers every now and then. But it also didn't surprise him that Bobby was trying to avoid him getting a detention. The guy was a tad more rule orientated than Pyro was. Besides, he seemed to genuinely like it at the school where as Pyro was there out of a means of convenience. He often wondered if there was a better place out there for him, but knew that hoping and dreaming was for wusses.

"Where do you wanna go, then?" He questioned. Maybe this could be good. It was a challenge! Pyro . . . alright, so he didn't exactly like challenges, but this would teach him to be creative in his use of powers. All he needed was the slightest spark, and then the teachers couldn't even blame him because he could always play that 'it was an accident, I don't have control over my powers' card. "I'm open to suggestions," he added, letting Bobby take the lead on this. Pyro would simply walk alongside him, see if he could find something to entertain him along the way.

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