Hogsmead Village

She smiles. 'Im sorry. i ruined our date.'

"Really? I stole some money,perved on you and made a sleazy comment and you think YOU ruined it?" He laughed as he sat her back down.

'BUt thats....you.'

"Well yeah I guess, but whatever..."

Putting down the Daily prophet for that morning, Joachim couldn't have been happier if Santa Claus fell down his chimney. 

Chezhekov, the bastard who made his life a living hell was gone! He laughed to himself as he crumpled up the paper and threw it into the fireplace, flipping off the paper as it caught flame. "Rot in hell asswipe."

He stared intently at the burning newspaper, remembering the day he killed his parents. His death didn't bring him peace over that, but it certainly made him feel better. Forcing him to work with him, after what he did to him. What happened to the scumbag couldn't have happened to nicer people..

However Joachim knew his work wasn't done. If he was to get onboard with the race to seize Chezhekov's assets he'd need to move quickly.

Hang on Krystal, soon I'll have enough to fix you up... and have us live like kings and queens..

ooc i feel like being really mean....

OOC Do it!

There was a chrash ass the door opened. 
'Joachim.' Krystal choked out, her arms wrapped arund herself, her clothes slightly burning, some of her hair shorter than the rest where it had burnt off. 'Joachim...'

All the good that came from the day came to a crashing halt when he saw the state Krystal was in, "Krystal?! What happened?!" He rushed over to her fearing the worst.

'No!' She steps back. 'No dont touch me. Ill hurt you..'

"Krystal what the hell?! The tell me what's up?! What happened to you?" He held onto her anyway in dire concern.

She struggled, trying to get away from him, her eyes frantic. 'Im burning...oh, god, joachim....i burnt everything i touched. Please...'

At least it wasn't Joachim's worst fear...

"What, so everything you touch goes up in smoke?"

She nods. 'It hurts, chimmy.' it was barely a whisper, but she knew he woud hear it

"Know what? I got singed by a cigarette before.." He hugged her quickly. "Don't worry Krystal, you only have to wait a bit and I'll have you all fixed up!"

'How? you cant...joachim you cant make miracles. Im dying...im going to burn in flames, arent I?'

"Hell no! See, rule number one of being a conman is having multiple angles. And trust me, I got a angle for getting all I need to fix ya up!"

'how?'

"Got me a big score coming in, my biggest! It'll catapult me to the major leagues!"

'But money...cant help.' She swayed where she stood, and quickly leaned back against the wall. In seconds, the wall was sizzleing, the wall paper curing up and slowly burning.

"Money can help ANYTHING Krystal! Trust me! We're going to get help for this!!"

'I love you joachim' she wjispered. But it was said with the solf finality of saying goodbye. She had given up hope.

"oh no no no! You're not pulling that sappy 'last I love you!' bullshit!" He defended passionately. "You're gonna get through this, both of us are! I don't give two fucks what I have to do to make it happen but it is! Deal with it!"

'Joachim please....it will just hurt you morr when I diebandbyou fail. Please....'

"I ain't quitting ya Krystal! Not when I can finally stand ya!"