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Who: Wanda Maximoff (scarlet_kitsch) and Hitsugaya Toushirou (icy_heavens)
When: June 19, late afternoon
Where: Sector 5
Summary: Thanks to a pair of shoplifters, Wanda and Hitsugaya meet for the first time and have to battle a magically-enhanced fire ooze.
Warnings: Violence and language.

Pilfered prize in one hand, Colin used his other to grab hold of Janelle, and together they ran. It wasn’t long before his lungs were burning, his legs painfully strained, but he didn’t stop. In contrast, Janelle was keeping up with ease, not at all winded, despite laughing almost nonstop.

Eventually, Colin released Janelle, while simultaneously tightening his grip on the smoky crystal he’d lifted from the Magical Mushroom, a magic supply shop in Sector 5.  It felt strangely cool in his palm and a slight tingle ran up his arm. But there wasn’t time to think about that shit because they were still not in the clear.

The shop’s owner, Asher Haight, was a bullshit New Age hippie and had been easy as fuck to outwit, especially with eye candy like Janelle around to distract him. It was actually her idea to steal the crystal in the first place. She liked it, so she had to have it. And that reason had been good enough for Colin. Of course, given Janelle’s ability to mentally push him into acting, it was more than likely he’d received a little nudge in the right direction. Not that he cared.  Keeping her happy meant she’d make him ‘happy’ when they got back to his parent’s house. Win-Win.

This wasn’t the first time the pair had brazenly shoplifted an expensive bit of merchandise from an affiliated store. It was a dangerous thing to do; AGI or SERO, those fuckers didn’t mess around. They’d decided to risk it once again today because, thanks to the wonky shit going on with the Darkness, the streets were practically deserted, which meant no company goons or good Samaritans.

Colin risked a glance behind. Fuck! That uptight shop assistant was still on their tail! Dumb bitch didn’t know when to give up. One crystal wasn’t worth pursuing them for blocks, risking God knows what danger.  Fucking do-gooders, man!

He gave Janelle the signal to cut across the street, intending to duck down an alley and lose their pursuer. They were halfway across before he swung his head back around to look where they were going. When Colin he did, he had to dodge fast to avoid slamming into some stupid son of a bitch who was standing in the middle of the goddamn road with his back to him.  As it was, they knocked shoulders, which caused Colin to stumble.

“Watch it, you fucking ass—”

Without warning, Colin found himself out of the frying pan and into the fire—almost literally. While he had basically managed to avoid colliding with the white-haired freak in the road, he instead found himself standing knee-deep in what the stranger had been facing: a giant blob of living fire ooze.

“Aaaaaaaah! Holy fuck, my leg!”

The smell of burnt flesh hit the air, and Colin yanked his leg out of the ooze, hobbling as far as he could before falling over. Thankfully, he had the presence of mind to use his gift to erect a body-tight force field, which would hopefully protect him from further injury.

Janelle was by his side in an instant, on her knees screaming blindly for someone to help him.

In the meantime, the smoky quartz—which had been dropped and already long forgotten by the pair—was quietly enveloped by the fire ooze, which promptly started to shimmer.