St. John Allerdyce || Pyro

[Say hello to a young man in a ridiculous costume with a mighty Australian accent. He winces and rubs the back of his head.]

Well, well, well, ain't this somethin'? One minute, I'm tradin' fisticuffs with a giant statue, and the next, I find myself niiiice an' cozy on a cruise ship.

In outer bloody space.

Give it to me straight, doctor. I'm dead, aren't I?

[He laughs, loudly and obnoxiously, because LOL NAW, HE'S TOTALLY NOT DEAD, THIS IS ALL A JOKE. He flips the camera up at the stars shooting past all around the Barge.]

Must'a got clocked in the head pretty bad, 'cause I'm seein' stars!

[He's a real comedian, that Pyro. Abruptly, the laughter stops.]

No, really, where the hell am I? I mean, aside from "the Barge;" I got that from the one transmission I bothered to listen to.

[He glances at his arms, realizes that the hoses that connect to his non-existent flamethrower are missing.] And where's the rest of my suit?!

[OOC: May be fire talk in the comments.]