Origins : Snapshots In Time 42

Concordia, Kansas
Living Memories Portrait Studio
04.15.2021; 14:30 hrs

"Alli, stand still please. Caris... no fire when you're surrounded by flammable things, please..."

Alli was impatient, her hands on her hips, the one foot tapping against the carpeted floor, idly wondering how mad they'd be if she went invisible RIGHT as the photographer snapped the picture. And Caris curled her fingers at her side, and serreptitiously summoned a teensy bit of flame to her fingertips, grinning.

The poor photographer was starting to think that he didn't get paid enough to do this job, when he saw the little winged girl's eyes go from that odd sharply metallic blue to a red that almost perfectly matched Omega's own eyes. And then the fire. He quickly shot a look at all the drapery and things around them... if that little pyro burned any of it.......

Vincent reached one hand around Alli's front to keep her in place, and the metal arm reached for Caris' hand, and though he was looking forward, there was a quiet, barely audible little, "Caris.. put the fire out..." that left his lips in the gutteral Inuktitut.

Caris just grinned, and about two seconds later the flash fired from the camera. Three things happened right at that moment. Vincent gave a quick, sharp yelp, and released the two girls in order to rub at his eyes; Alli promptly went invisible, and Caris grinned like a little imp and finally put her fire out, then grabbed her older brother's hand and started to simply walk out of the little room they'd been in for the photograph. She knew Alli would follow.

"Caris! Young lady, you know better than to burn fire around flammable things! And Alli show yourself! You need to take somebody's hand. Vincent WHEN are you gonna stop putting yourself in front of something that you KNOW is gonna blind you?!?!"

Vincent didn't even blink, just lifted his currently free hand to rub at his eyes again. Ah, yes... Connor. The poor spazzy healer only got an impish little grin out of Caris, a snickering from somewhere in the air out of the invisible Alli, and an arched brow out of Vincent.. blind or not, he could still hear.

"...your impossible. All THREE of you!!" Connor huffed, and the poor photographer just went about rapidly cleaning up his equipment and looked at the clock.

A drink was sounding really good right about now!