Snippet #1702440

(Day 7)

Ignis and Exuro

After taking a step back from Exuro and the tree to admire his handiwork, Ignis reached into his coat and pulled out a large handful of lead scrap - slugs from a variety of firearms, if one was particularly observant.

"Excellent! Well then, let's get this show on the road... I've got other things to do today, after all. I'm bored with my usual method of snuffing out your life, though, so I decided to go with something a little more fitting for the occasion. I've managed to save the bits of lead that your little autocannon toys left behind, and I've been meaning to return them to you once I got free and all. Fellmund! When you're done getting your groove on over there, get Flare to take a good, long look at this. She has this lovely pattern of invoking death with her mere presence, so I don't think I could possibly have her miss this."

With a particuarly sadistic laugh, even by his standards, Ignis clenched his gloved fist around the lead in his hand. Within a few moments, it had been reduced to a boiling puddle of molten metal in his cupped palm, presumably not going up in flames himself on account of some skillful heat manipulation on Mirror Fyel's part. You know, or the fact that he's a batshit insane demonic pyromaniac.

"So, my old friend... any last words for your adoring audience?"

Exuro, being Exuro, naturally opened his mouth to speak... only to have Ignis wrench it open all the way and hold it with his free hand. It didn't take much for Ignis' plans for him to dawn on the mercenary, but before he could so much as utter a cry of protest, Ignis had emptied the fairly significant amount of molten lead into his mouth. Things for Exuro were over fairly quick, to say the least, but by no means was it painless, if the absolutely horrifying sound of Exuro's last, gut-wrenching cry of anguish was any indication. Aya and the other new arrivals to the park wouldn't have too much trouble hearing it, to saay the least. A few seconds of utter silence later, Ignis singed off the bindings holding the mercenary's corpse to it, letting it fall to the ground without too much fanfare.

"I've been dying to do that for a good fifteen years now. I come up with the best ideas when I'm locked away in utter solitude, don't you agree?"

Sometime shortly before this point, one of the small indicator lamps on Exuro's Pip-Boy had started to flash, though Ignis wasn't exactly paying attention to the device strapped to the mercenary's wrist. By this time, anyone in the Test Reality with equipment capable of detecting radio signals would notice a distress beacon originating from his current position in the Amusement Park. Considering the message bore Exuro's name, there wouldn't be too much to figure out in terms of who was broadcasting it.