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Thag was juggling knives, his swords, 2 pistols, a cactus, and a couple of things that he had found when he was ransacking Izze's room. Half of the things (the ones that belonged to him) were on fire. He had gotten bored with the mundane life that he had been up to for the past few hours. He was using old techniques to keep the things on fire. He liked the old methods. He was pretty sure that the pistols needed to go back to their real owners as well. He didn't use the things himself, though he had advanced his sword tech, juggling his old swords. However, he now ran into a slight problem. He had forgotten to turn off the fire system that went off now, putting out the flames on his weapons and the pistols. He was soon extremely drenched in the fire extinguisher fluid, and he dropped the cactus on the floor, however, the pistols were captured and disappeared up his sleeves, the knives landed in his hands and disappeared as they hit. His swords also disappeared from view as they hit his hands. The items the belonged to Izze, however, he caught and held on, balancing them easily before setting them down on the ground.

Candixie Spun around under the foaming fluid It was cool and tingled, she giggled hysterically. "Thag, you Pyro." she accused in sudden seriousness. It was hard to take her so though with her hair and clothes streaked with the anti-inflammatory fluid. Holding her arms out to her sides she glared at him "Just look at what you've done to my outfit!! Haven't you been told about juggling things on fire inside?" She filled her words with righteous indignation.

Izze took her things back with a huff, hugging them close to her. She gave him a second glare of indignation at the game reference. "I will kill you," she threatened before turning around to return her things to her room.

"Hey!" Izze shouted at Candixie. "If you want to break things, break him, or go get something we can pawn off to actually pay for stuff around here." When she had bought the building, she hadn't expected it to be so expensive to keep up. And with their dwindling numbers, it was difficult to keep a steady stream of money coming in to keep things like electricity paid off, much less to keep up with repairs for the surprisingly clumsy group.

Thag smiled at the head thief. "No worries. I'll get something." He was eager to please, and he had been the cause of the mess, after all. The foam on the ground now was because of the fire systems. He was thinking maybe a cleanup bot, or maybe a maintenance droid, though those took allot of maintenance. OH! He knew what to get. He'd steal a maintenance man. But that seemed like it might give more away than they'd actually receive with that ploy. He knew that he was just distracting himself from actually doing anything at the moment. He knew what he was going to steal already. He had been doing similar things for years. It earned good money, and nobody ever caught him. He had sometimes thought about going into magic, but it just wouldn't be as much fun as stealing from people was. He gave a theatrical bow to Izzie, ran at the window, and leapt out into the air, freefalling past the sill before he vanished. It wasn't a teleporting deal, like some others did, nor was it a portal, like the cheap dimension hoppers did. He just vanishes all at once, like he was never there. Of course, most people think that he just does like Batman and does whatever it was that Batman did to disappear so readily. It wasn't like that though, although he was often flattered to be compared to Batman.

Exit-Thagrin

Izze sighed, looking through her belongings to make sure nothing was damaged. Few of her things were waterproof, but it seemed that all of them stood up to the recent abuse. One of her robotic bugs was crawling up her arm, and she cooed at it as she went up the stairs to dump all her things on her bed. On her way back down, she had an idea. "You know, all the spare parts I've got around here, I should make something to clean up after these kids." Her mood suddenly brightened. "Candy, come on. I need a second pair of hands."

Candixie Brightened cheerfully dashing behind Aira and peeking around her shoulder as though she was hiding. "Help! she wants me to fix things!" the Hyperactive skitz exclaimed from her relative safety. She was not mechanically inclined, and was actually surprised Izz had forgotten what had happened the last time Candi had tried to "fix" something.