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Now Kaworu got hurt feelings :’(

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"That doesn't sound pleasant. I'm sorry that had to happen to you," August frowned and looked down at the vial of black slime sitting in the case as he put the papers away. "If you could, would you want to stop producing the slime?" He looked back up at Oliver as he shut the case, blue fingers smoothing over the black surface of the blocky suitcase. His sleeves were pushed up a bit, showing that both of his wrists had a watch on them, identical to each other. 

The man turned his back on the other to open up a compartment in the wall and place the case inside, then slide it back in so the people on the other side could get it and start testing the sludge. "Sometimes, these things are reversible. It's somewhat rare to completely cure things like this, but at the very least we could help you control it better if it's difficult to now." He turned back to Oliver and glanced down at one of his watches. 

"The scientists should have done a few necessary tests done in a few minutes, and I'll see and decide whether or not you'd be safe to leave." His brows furrowed for a moment. "Do you know if your slime can hurt people? If it does, that may affect things..."

He took the pen in his left, casually signing the paper in a blotchy and blocky signature, of course skimming over it first. Slick pushed it back, and he sat back in the chair to mimic August’s action of pushing his hair away.

"I used to gamble a lot, an’ the guys I owed money to started to get pissed off. So they sent some people or themselves to my plant an’ started to raid. They gotta hold of me an’ threw me in a vat of experimental chemicals used for a new pesticide in the works. Nearly drowned, an’ durin’ which the chemicals mingled with the nicotine in my system an’ before ya could say "well this is great", I was thrusted into a coma for five days. Apparently the vat got knocked over an’ I didn’t actually drown, but I was pretty close. Next thing I do is wake up then quickly become much aquatinted to both the hospital’s an’ my own bathroom. Threw up a lot of excess chemicals an’ sludge, an’ now my body has been producin’ the stuff ever since. Gotta lot-a smoke an’ heat in me too but that’s by products of the carbon an’ other nasty things."

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"Yep. Everything wiped and taken care of. Since I'm going to be in charge of you, I'll deal with any trouble you get into if I have to." with all the samples taken, he tucked them away neatly in the case and withdrew from it a pen and some papers. "Sign these. It's just some papers saying you'll comply, and that I'll be your supervisor." He slid the pen and papers over. "We'll put you into the database as another supernatural being, or gifted human for future reference." he gave a small chuckle. "It's August, actually. Sparky works too, I suppose."

He leaned back in his seat and ran his fingers through the dancing flames on his head. "How'd you get like this anyways?"

His expression didnt change, no signs of judgment showing on his face.”Of course.” August wrapped the rubber tourniquet around his armand found the vein with the needle with ease. He filled up a few vials with Oliver’s blood before finally pulling the needle out and placing a bandage over it to stop the blood. As he took a skin sample and then used another vial to get some of the slime, he spoke.

"I’ve been assigned your case, so if you’re let go, I’ll be the one observing you." He offered Oliver a soft smile in an attempt to be reassuring and lighten the mood. "Your record will also be wiped clean and I’ll be fully responsible for you."

Oliver flinched and averted his gaze away up until August mentioned his record.

"So, everythin’ on there’ll be gone? The assaults, the disruptions, the frauds, all if I get the a-okay and cooperate?" He seemed to have perked up much more, and was paying closer attention to the other man.

"Heh, well guess this whole thing isn’t that bad then. Ah, what was you’re name? Don’t remember if ya said it before or what. Oh, let me guess- Sparky? Sully? Chloe?"

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His expression didnt change, no signs of judgment showing on his face."Of course." August wrapped the rubber tourniquet around his armand found the vein with the needle with ease. He filled up a few vials with Oliver's blood before finally pulling the needle out and placing a bandage over it to stop the blood. As he took a skin sample and then used another vial to get some of the slime, he spoke.

"I've been assigned your case, so if you're let go, I'll be the one observing you." He offered Oliver a soft smile in an attempt to be reassuring and lighten the mood. "Your record will also be wiped clean and I'll be fully responsible for you."

"No problem."A small smile painted across his smooth features at all the fire-related names, but he said nothing about it. "In the case that you are released, you will have to be under surveillance and have an agent with you at all times for a minimum of thirteen months,to ensure you’re not going to hurt anyone and that you can control your abilities." August held out a blue hand, needle and vial in the other. "Arm, please. We’ll need a tissue sample,blood sample, and a slime sample."

“Eh..Oh.” Once again his hands slid away before slowly setting back on the table. This time it was more on the expression of uneasiness on getting the samples, however he reasoned with himself that the quicker he got this over, the quicker he’d get out.

He held out his left to August, lips turned down and brow furrowed.

"Jus’ make it quick, kay..?" Oliver mumbled.

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"No problem."A small smile painted across his smooth features at all the fire-related names, but he said nothing about it. "In the case that you are released, you will have to be under surveillance and have an agent with you at all times for a minimum of thirteen months,to ensure you're not going to hurt anyone and that you can control your abilities." August held out a blue hand, needle and vial in the other. "Arm, please. We'll need a tissue sample,blood sample, and a slime sample."

August glanced down at the needles and syringes in the case and let out a soft sigh. “it’s a possibility we won’t be able to let you go.” He looked up, tipping his head to the side, the flames atop his head still dancing upwards.

"I’ll have to ask you a few questions, and take a few samples from you." He pulled out a needle and a few empty vials. "I’m afraid you don’t really have a say in this." He reached out and unlocked Oliver’s cuffs, pulling the metal away and setting it aside. "You might be released, but I can’t promise anything. If you’re not released, you’ll be kept in a laboratory and experimented on. if you’re released, you may have to follow some rules."

His hands pulled away slightly, so he could rub his wrist momentarily. Once he was comfortable again he set them on the table in front of himself and started to talk again.

"Take an’ ask as much as you want hot stuff. Rather not get poked an’ prodded, but thanks for bein’ blunt an’ informin’ me before hand." Oliver’s green eyes glanced at the case, and his lips pursed.

"Uh-huh..What rules would they be?"

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August glanced down at the needles and syringes in the case and let out a soft sigh. "it's a possibility we won't be able to let you go." He looked up, tipping his head to the side, the flames atop his head still dancing upwards.

"I'll have to ask you a few questions, and take a few samples from you." He pulled out a needle and a few empty vials. "I'm afraid you don't really have a say in this." He reached out and unlocked Oliver's cuffs, pulling the metal away and setting it aside. "You might be released, but I can't promise anything. If you're not released, you'll be kept in a laboratory and experimented on. if you're released, you may have to follow some rules."

August was often the one chosen for things like this. Talking to a “supernatural being” or “gifted human.” Cursed, depending on who you spoke to. He was calm, kind, cool-headed—unexpected but welcomed characteristics coming from a man made out of fire—which were required traits when it came to trying to get information without hurting anyone. They wouldn’t call him in if they were going to hurt their new catch.

August slid into the dimly lit interrogation room quietly, file and suitcase in hand. He pulled a rickety metal chair from the corner over to the bolted down table in the center of the room, where an unhappy man sat, hands cuffed to the arms of his chair, and sat down. He placed the file and suitcase on the table, and began to unlock the case as he finally spoke, his presence casting a soft blue glow on everything around him.

"Oliver Walterman, right?" He glanced down at the name on the file before his red eyed gaze flicked over to the grimy man across from him. "I’m CSI agent August Mendoza," the suitcase popped open, the contents hidden from Oliver’s eyes for now. His voice was all calm, slightly formal, and filled the tiny quiet room. "Do you know why we’ve brought you here?"

“Cause I’m a danger to myself an’ society at large, or maybe this is an elaborate early birthday gift or party disguised as a long an’ tedious waste-a my time. I can’t trust my assistant this long with my business so could you hurry up the x-files episode here an’ let me go? Nice glow by the way.” Oliver’s accent certainly reflected off of his slimy presence, and his expression suggested this wasn’t the first time he’d been arrested. It’d only been the first time that he’d been arrested in his current state, and from the way those policemen panicked as the guy who pinned him on the car hood too hard started choking on his own air that was the smoke pouring through Walterman’s protests. Several more officers, and many pieces of paperwork later, he was thrown into these whack job’s care.

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August was often the one chosen for things like this. Talking to a "supernatural being" or "gifted human." Cursed, depending on who you spoke to. He was calm, kind, cool-headed--unexpected but welcomed characteristics coming from a man made out of fire--which were required traits when it came to trying to get information without hurting anyone. They wouldn't call him in if they were going to hurt their new catch.

August slid into the dimly lit interrogation room quietly, file and suitcase in hand. He pulled a rickety metal chair from the corner over to the bolted down table in the center of the room, where an unhappy man sat, hands cuffed to the arms of his chair, and sat down. He placed the file and suitcase on the table, and began to unlock the case as he finally spoke, his presence casting a soft blue glow on everything around him.

"Oliver Walterman, right?" He glanced down at the name on the file before his red eyed gaze flicked over to the grimy man across from him. "I'm CSI agent August Mendoza," the suitcase popped open, the contents hidden from Oliver's eyes for now. His voice was all calm, slightly formal, and filled the tiny quiet room. "Do you know why we've brought you here?"

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Please reblog this as silent permission for me to rp with you.

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Hey hot stuff!

"Hey th—wait a second…"

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((icon.

HIS BLOOD IS WHITE THAT'S NOT CUM I SWEAR. 

if it was cum he wouldn't look so upset))

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

"I actually really like to swim. It’s weird, I know, since I’m made out of fire n’ all, but I’ve always enjoyed being in water." He gave a small laugh, sliding his fingers through his hair, feeling the fire dance warmly around his fingers, "I’m just really thankful that I don’t get put out by water, ha. I’d be dead real quick if that were the case."

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chill the fuck out tinkerbell

have some pissed off august. he’s normally very chill and outbursts like this are very rare and only happen for a few seconds before he calms down. if he allows himself to stay like this, he’d definitely destroy a lot of things. he can also sort of fly like this if he goes completely red, but if he goes completely red it burns off all his clothes lol 

it takes a lot to really piss him off like this but when he does get like this, he usually sets things/people on fire on accident/in a fit of rage and/or kills people. it usually takes something like someone severely injuring someone he cares about to make him get like this, but he usually tries to be chill about it.

he ends up feeling really guilty after calming down tho, since hes not really a violent guy and knows he could seriously hurt someone when he gets red. 

also his red fire isnt like regular fire. its hella hot and kinda sticky, and its very very hard to put out. whether hes blue or red he can do fire-bending sort of shit, but its only when he’s red that he gets really really good at it and the fire actually does a ton of damage. 

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AUGUST THINGS. his hair goes down when its wet its silly and feels weird when you touch it. its like hair but not. its hard to explain.

the scar on his side is from when he got stabbed by a cursed spear that made him become fire man. 

he also wears watches on both wrists. hes weird.

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i must admit that oliver gave me inspiration for making this dickwad. i may have also used the same base sketch to make him and also a few other drawings bc i rlly liked how to the base sketch looked lol

his name is August and he’s a singer/detective thats part of a secret part of the government that investigates supernatural cases. he’s very flamboyant and kind of an asshole. he’s completely made up of fire. when he’s blue, the fire is just decently warm and wont burn. if he gets pissed off it turns red and thats when he starts setting shit on fire, so he has to stay calm all the time and wear special fire-proof coats. he likes his coats.

idk how he got all fiery yet

if his fire hair gets wet it just flops down like normal wet hair and it looks weird lol

he also wears a watch on both wrists bc hes a weirdo.

i havent made his partner yet im working on her now.