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[There's a harsh glow coming from the device. Bright. Yellow-orange-red and occasionally a very, very bright blue. There are the sounds of a crowd cheering and yelling and applauding when the blue flashes and then shouts and gasps when things whoosh and flash multi-colors. And there's a constant crackling sound, faint hisses and pops as if something was on fire.

Which is accurate to a point. It's not a something. It's a someone. And they're not on fire.

They are fire.

The glow retreats some and Charlie comes into view, an almost unrecognizable version of herself and if it weren't for the fire everywhere, she'd be quite obviously naked. The fire is well placed, thank God, because Charlie's pissed enough.

There's an announcer somewhere, one who is shouting about the Fire Elemental and don't get too close, folks! She's a fiery one!

And Charlie is pacing, watching someone off-screen with a glare. The voice creeps closer and Charlie continues pacing. Waiting. Watching. There's something clearly predatory about the way she's moving. When the voice moves closer again, Charlie flits from one spot to another much closer to the bars and reaches through, lips curled in a snarl.

The crowd gasps again and the announcer shouts it's okay, it's alright! She can't get out. The bars are flame resistant.

It's true. With Charlie as close as she is, there should be some damage to her surroundings but there are none.

Offstage, someone hurls a bucket of water at her and she ducks, arms over her head as she hurries away from it. She gasps and the water hits her, pain on her face as she tries to shield herself from the onslaught.

The crowd laughs, the laughter fades and the camera switches out just as Charlie peeks out beteen her arms, glaring. Whoever put her in here better hope she doesn't get out.]

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Yes! [Smiling broadly, Luke flickers into a fiery thread and floats forward and down, winding around the bars before sliding out and building back up into himself again.] Well done!

[He rushes forward to give her a sort of hug, enfolding the fire in his arms, not pressing through it.] Serrure and I intend to burn the place to the ground, once every victim has been freed. Would you like to help us? You could set yourself free, hold nothing back. You needn't worry about losing yourself. I'd find you if you'd spread.

[Letting go of the hug, he takes her hand, which probably feels a bit weird, because he's properly taken it. He's holding her fire, and holding her hand a bit solidly.] We ought to leave now, I think.

This place is just asking to be razed. [That would be a fuck yes. She's fine with someone holding her hand, smiling just slightly at it.]

Merlin's probably worried beyond belief about me. And I probably can't go home until I figure out a better way to not set my surroundings on fire. But that's really not easy. I speak from experience.

You'll probably singe things until you work out how to stop consuming, but I think eating something ought to help. Where to? I'll text Merlin and tell him where we're going.

The beach. Maybe I'll figure out how to do fun things with melted sand. I know a part that has no one around it so that should work and I think there's a cave I can hide in.

[Even as he one-handedly gets out his phone, Luke sighs at Charlie.]

Must you hide, though? You're beautiful, anyone could see that.

I'm a hazard, Luke. I don't want to hide. I have to stay away from the more flammable parts of the City until I figure this out or it goes away.

[Which is only the biggest pile of bullshit she's ever experienced in her time in the City.]

[He shrugs, and texts Merlin.]

That is sensible, I suppose. The slow way or the fast way there?

The fast way.

[Wait hang on.] Oh. I lost a sword while trying to rescue Rapuznel. It's charmed so only I can touch it and it's made of glass. I need it. You didn't happen to come across a patch of woods that was burned, did you? I think it's around there.

[He looks up, thinking for a moment.]

There's a low smoulder in the duff to my left. Would you like to make a stop, there?

Yes. That sword is important. There's an interesting story behind it, if you want to hear it.

I would, rather, in a moment. Stay close, make sure you stay with your hand. Don't flare off in pieces.

[He walks forward, to the opening of the tent, and then everything looks fiery and flaming a moment, whirling into a darkness, a cold, and then they're stepping into the patch of forest.]

I'll keep your feet off the ground, don't worry. What's your story?

[Well, that certainly was fun. She's smiling when she reforms, glad for the help in travel and keeping her off the forest floor. She speaks as she searches, frowning briefly until she finds what she's looking for. It's almost fragile looking and kind of plain but the second she has her hand on it, it reacts. Lighting up briefly.]

A few months ago, the City started turning into sand. It split in two. One City was made of glass and the other, ruins and desert. There were creatures in the desert that were trying to kill people. I had a friend who helped me make this so I had other means of defending myself other than fire.

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