[open] looking for trouble

[vara ♥]

School had been such a waste of time. Bridget wanted so very badly to just leave halfway through Chemistry, but then they brought out the Bunsen burners and test tubes and she decided to stick around just to have some fun with the open gas flames. Those kids never knew what hit them.

And now, instead of heading straight home, Bridget Pyre wandered over to the Harman Store. She'd never really met other witches. Perhaps the only magical people she knew very well were the other Old Powers from so many years ago. She wandered if there were any other wicked type Night Worlders who could inflict as much mischief as she could.

Dawdling down the incense aisle, and hidden from the store owner by the large bookshelf behind her, Bridget merely touched the end of a packet of ... they smelled like frankincense ... incense sticks. As she pulled her finger away, she could see that the plastic melted away and the end of the frankincense stick was burning up and filling the aisle with a thick aromatic scent. Wiping her fingers on her jeans, Bridget rid her skin of the melted plastic and turned around innocently to peruse the books.

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[lily tomlinson]

There was a faint smell of burning incense that Nethiel dismissed at first. It was a witch shop, after all. Who knew what the clerks were doing these days. But then he caught a whiff of the unmistakable sign of melted plastic and he paused in his perusal. A moment later he'd poked his head around his aisle into the next to see the source of the smell. A burning package and a girl.

He quickly leaned back into his own aisle, staring at the shelves with an intense expression. One who knew him would be able to see the gears working in his head as it dawned on him that she might.... just might.... be a reborn Fire. Others would say he looked like he wanted to set the shelves on fire with his eyes, or something strange like that. But no. Nethiel was actually not feeling the urge to destroy something right now. He was praising his luck. For an Old Power, second generation such as himself, he supported Fire, rather than Earth.

But how to introduce himself.... hmm... Aha!

With a particularly nasty smirk, he plucked two small sealed bags from the shelf before him, dropping one into the wicker basket draped around his arm and then deftly moving into the next aisle and tossing the last bag at the girl, hoping she'd catch it and burn that too.

"I've always preferred the smell of burning sulfur over frankincense myself," he said, raising an eyebrow. "It's the darker connotations, I suppose."

That and sulfur smelled like home, but that wasn't something he was just going to come out and say. In case he was wrong.

[vara ♥]

Out of the corner of her eye, Bridget saw someone peek at her from the next aisle over. But she didn't move a muscle. Curious, of course, but too cool to react. But then someone - probably the same person - stepped into her aisle and she could hear crinkly plastic hurtling towards her. She held up a hand and knocked the plastic bag to the floor before looking up at who would be so stupid as to throw something at her.

'I've always preferred the smell of burning sulfur over frankincense myself. It's the darker connotations, I suppose.'

Her raised eyebrow melted away, and she narrowed her simmering hazel eyes. If he was in the Harman store, he must have at least been a Night Worlder. She could almost sense it. But there was something familiar behind his eyes. Something there that stopped her from making a nasty dismissive comment.

"It does burn brighter." She ran a hand through her auburn hair, letting it fall back to its normal place as if she'd never touched it.

[lily tomlinson]

"Not to mention it's harder to put out, if burnt the right way." He shrugged briefly, moving fully into the aisle and grabbing the bag off the floor, only to toss that as well into his basket. A basket full of goodies. Sulfur, dragon's blood, obsidian dust. All the darker pieces of magic. The only connection that most would make was that he was planning on doing something particularly.... awful. Definitely on the darkest side of dark.

But Nethiel had plans for it all. Just how to implement them was the conundrum.

"Anger getting the best of you," he said after the long moment of inner-thought. His eyes moved to the shelves around him, pondering over the herbs there. "Or is it just lack of control?"

He was referring of course to the unintentional burning of the incense and plastic. Nethiel never was one to beat around the bush, and if he was wrong about who she was, well.... he could always just throw her throw one of the portals to Hell. That was always fun. And easy!