Originally Posted by
Lord Magtok
"I dunno, I'm just here 'cause you paid me. Maybe they've been eating babies or something?"
Dalton shrugs. Lizard people, monkey people, giant floating brain people, it really makes no difference to him. Innocent or guilty, they all look and smell the same when reduced to cinders and ash. It's the fire that matters, the great big beautiful flames he means to set into motion. Arson is his specialty, his business, his weapon of choice and dearly beloved bride all in one.
"Now, we'll want to start by sealing this **** up. The kobbies have already done most of the job for us, so we just got the window to deal with. Then, we either throw the match in just before the last brick is slapped into place, or we teleport it in after. Both work just as fine as the other, honestly."
He reaches into his jacket, pulling out what appears to be a shiny Coca-Cola bottle, filled with a volatile mixture of things that are definitely not Coca-Cola. Occupying himself whilst others either do as he says or question his logic, he begins dropping little bits of styrofoam into the bottle, along with some baking soda, motor oil, turpentine, dish detergent, and other miscellaneous fluids. Most of those things, for convenience's sake, seem to be held in itty-bitty perfume bottles. Perfect for the arsonist on the go, who never knows when he might need to ruin everyone's day.