Whatever. I reached behind my back and retrieved two items. The change purse was the first. I popped it open. A variety of quarters, dimes and nickels, all kept in place with wadded tissue, and a few small paper packets of smelling salts.
…alright. So are the smelling salts the important part here?
It was stupid to be carrying change around, really, but I’d wanted to have some on hand since it had crossed my mind during my first night out in costume.
You never know when you’ll have to change out of costume in a public bathroom with a coin deposit slot.
I grabbed a tissue and tore it, once, then twice, until I had a series of strips. Then I ignited them with the lighter, the item I’d grabbed with my other hand.
Ah! She doesn’t have the matches anymore, but she can’t throw the lighter and expect it to stay lit, so she’s using the paper strips as “matches” for the bugs to carry.
Dragonflies gripped the burning tissues in the instant I let them fall from my fingers.
Dragonflies have got to be the most appropriate bug she could possibly use for a fire-based move, just for their name.
In English, anyway. In Norwegian they’re more appropriate for the kind of thing she did to Lung and Clockblocker, being called eye-stingers.
I know they don’t actually sting, let alone sting eyes, but hey. As far as I know they don’t exactly breathe fire either.
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