Prompt #1 - Tropical Thunder (Joint post with serenus)

[ Noticeable in a grassy knoll in a more public area of Riverview Quarantine is a rather tall hut made of... what looks to be very long grass. At first, amongst all the green mist and rain, it sort of blends in, a little hidden hideaway for the two figures standing within it to watch the goings on. Both ends are open, but the grass itself is bent over two figures standing below it. One of them is darkly dressed, a bit serious in the face, his hands in the pockets of his long black cloak. The other figure is taller, topped with long, vibrant red hair and... well, looks significantly more friendly than his red eyed friend. Hiei watches anyone that strays too closely with a sharp glance, though.. it's open for others to use instead of getting burned. The whole 'territorial' thing doesn't wear off just because he's spent some time in the human world, after all. For taller denizens of the Quarantine the grass creation may be something they have to duck in to, but it's better than chemical burns, right?

The grass hut is the youko's creation, after all, and anyone with a sixth sense or a super natural base themselves will see, probably right away, that the two of them are not normal humans. Hiei radiates a little heat with his body to keep them warm under grass shelter, making it quite the comfy hang out in the midst of acid rain -

It's just a matter of getting past his glaring. ]

Kurama, just how long are we going to stay here cowering about caustic rain? [ A soft laugh echoes from Kurama befor the older demon speaks, shoulders shrugging upward. ]

What rush is there, Hiei?

Tch.

[ Typically, lights out would be an issue. You know, fumbling for flash lights, trying to light candles, all of that wonderful mess. This little demon has quite a simple solution : a little bit of demon world fire in his palm. It hovers over the bandages and wards wrapped around his arms, a force of habit more than a dire need, anymore, but he's sure most people wouldn't ask for details with so little light to live by.

It's a black flame, putting off a soft light that isn't jarring for nocturnal eyes, or those used to the dark, as he wanders through the dark communal housing. It's the most normal thing in the world for him, though, if he stumbles on someone struggling to light a candle, or needing a little light to go by, he'll give a gruff 'give me it' or simply hold out the flame for the other person to see by without comment. ]

[ Any chance to fight was a good one, so far as Hiei is concerned. Even if he looks a bit ridiculous in what's probably a child's sized hazmat suit, carrying his favorite sword through the wilds of the outside world. It's not yet beat out the Demon world in terms of dangerous places, and thankfully Hiei is fast and ruthless enough that once he spots an enemy he's quick to draw his sword, disappear for a moment to dispatch with the beast in question before reappearing amongst the group. The most cumbersome part of it was the damn yellow suit, and if he wouldn't have so many people wenching at him about not being in a suit and how he was going to get burned he'd probably be out of this by now, hopping through trees for the hell of it.

The place almost reminds him of the demon world with the thick mist and monsters ready to jump out and kill you every couple of minutes.

Maybe he's a little home sick, who would've thought? ]