Jazz was perched on a rooftop. Myne was wrapped around her neck telling her all the latest gossip that she managed to hear when Jazz was busy. Oro was sitting calmly in front of Jazz leaning on her legs listening intently. Jazz was still waiting patiently for the day Oro would start speaking in her head also.
"I saw Anthony Tremaine and Harriet Hook kissing behind Curl Up N Dye," Myne hissed in her mind and Jazz gasped a little.
"That doesn't surprise me that much. I always knew those two would eventually hook up," she shrugged. Her eyes flickered down to the crowd off people below her. "I was thinking, lovelies. Maybe it's time to give our new toys a tryout?"
She could feel their encouragement and Jazz smiled sharply. She stood quickly her eyes taking note of everyone down below making sure to keep an eye out for two certain people.
She may not do runs with them anymore but that didn't mean she cared any less. When she didn't see catch sight of the familiar red beanie or the four-ringed snake armband, she smirked darkly. Taking quick steps to the edge of the rooftop before throwing out her toys, two rigged bombs made from a lamp and degraded hourglass.
The blast was stronger than she had thought as the aftershocks blew her hair back, but it did what was intended. She relished in the screams drawn out from the occupants below before she felt Myne tightening her hold and Oro ducking into her hoodie pocket as Jazz dropped down.
She moved quickly. Her hands plucked and grabbed anything she caught sight of. Her motto the shinier it is, the better it sells ringing through her head. Jazz knew she didn't have long before someone caught sight of her.
After Jazz made point to split away from her beloved brother and darling cousin, most thought she was an easy target. She didn't have their protection to hide behind anymore. Many tried to harm her or steal from her. Some beady little men tried to take advantage of her. They quickly learned just why that was bad idea.
When Jazz left the protection of the infamous J3, she turned her back on all of it. Not just her brother and cousin, but her Father and Aunt also. And because of how she now lived, she had virtually no money so Jazz was mostly stealing everything she could get her hands on. Leaving and disappearing into the shadows of the alleys and woods before anyone could stop her. She became known as The Girl with No Name and if they were feeling particularly brave in the pseudo kingdom of Maleficent, then she was called the Princess of Thieves.
Her pixie like laughter being the only thing people heard from her AFTER she made her hit. Bouncing off the shadows on the walls, no one could tell where she was. Her laughter made her seem like she was everywhere and nowhere.
A seemingly innocent girl with stickier fingers than everyone's known local pain in the asses' thieves, Jay and Jade. But that's just it, she seemed innocent until one unlucky guy managed to get lucky in the loosest terms and grabbed her before she could disappear. No one speaks of that day, but everyone that was out there swore they saw something poisonous in her eyes. Swore her eyes flashed red before she brought a knife down on the thug's hand and cut it clean off before turning and stabbing that same knife in his eye.
She spoke something in Arabic as she yanked the blade out before climbing onto a roof and disappearing. This time her laugh was tinged with something dark and humorous. Something evil.
Yes, after that, they realized that just because she didn't have her family's protection anymore didn't mean that she wasn't dangerous all on her own. And she fucking loved it.
Jazz continued to pop in and out. Continued to keep the Isle uneasy and on their feet. How the hell could someone so small and so young put even the baddest of the bad nerves on end? Well, you'd understand if managed to catch her eye and see the look of mischief and hatred and take every negative emotion twisted into something dark and dangerous rip it up and do it again. Her eyes were like looking into the eyes of Medusa. They froze you on the spot and you wouldn't know what happened until afterwards when the ha ha ha's hit your ears.
Many people were able to tell when she was around from just that action. They started carrying more weapons around to protect themselves until now she's stopped caring and starting bombed places. Oh, the chaos she would create. The perfect cover to get whatever she wanted. Drop an hourglass here. Drop one there. Thrown in a lamp as a surprise. And maybe even this wire box.
boom
Boom
BOOM
BOOM
She had always made a point of loving to make panic spread through the area. By the time everything calmed down, everyone would be missing half their belongings and her twinkling laughter would be fading away.
Yes, Jazz was loving this life so much more now. Aside from the occasional curse or scream of fear everything was peacefully quiet. She could understand why Jay and Jade had like frightening people. It was so relaxing and a good stress reliever.
Though Jazz cut ties with her family, that didn't mean she didn't still supply for the shop. They had to take care of themselves somehow. While all the other occupants were calming down from her shocks of her new toys, Jazz was casually distributing their stolen goods into a box and pushing it inside of the shop. Her father would see it whenever he left out from counting his gold coins.
"Your brother is nearing," Myne suddenly hissed and Jazz immediately walked away and climbed onto the nearest rooftop and ducked away. Her gaze flickered across the people still on the streets; some rushing to get away when she caught sight of the familiar red beanie.
Her heart pinged a little with regret and she so desperately wanted to go down here and be by her brother's side. But she remembered that this was her choice. She chose to leave to make a name of herself more than Jay's Little Sister and Jade's Little Cousin and Jafar's Daughter. She was much more than someone's belonging, and she deserved her own recognition.
She was the Princess of Thieves no matter what the Little Purple Haired Brother Stealing Fairy thought.
Jazz gave him one last glance before she was turning away and heading back to the little warehouse that she found and made her home.
The next day Jazz was in her father's shop, and the barrier rippled. As if it were dissolving. Everyone felt it. A sweet tang in the air but oh so different for everyone. For Maleficent is was something dark and powerful and connected to the nature. For Ursula it was like waves upon waves and sea salt. Evil Queen tasted the sun sweet berries of the earth and the actual darkness of the night. Jafar remembered old times and the feeling of silk satin and gold. Captain Hook remembered pesky children and irritating bells.
The children of those with magical origins all felt something stir in them. Something that felt as if it been there all along. Just resting and waiting patiently.
But to Jazz? Oh, she felt it. But her eyes just couldn't believe how easy everyone was making looting for her.
She moved through them all with ease her fingers smoothly grabbing any and everything her hands could get on. And the second she stopped in front of her father's shop, it was as if the temperature dropped. It was as if darkness itself was welcoming her.
She was dumping stuff into a box near the shelf in the back for her father or aunt to look at later and resell whatever was useful. Jafar watched her through his peripheral while also watching for any changes in the barrier.
He didn't really seem to grasp an understanding of what was happening until her hand made contact with one of the lamps in the shop and her scream rang out loud and fierce and far enough to be heard all across the Isle.
Everyone jumped and turned towards the direction of the sound right as a bright red light descended upon her and wrapped around her. The light pulsed oh so brightly and her screams had not stopped. Most was wondering what was going on but Jafar knew. He had felt the kind of power that was being bestowed on the young girl.
The power of a genie.
The light eventually receded inside of her. And when it faded away completely, gone was the stylish ripped leather pants that mostly all the children called fashion. Gone was the simple black bandeau covered with a dingy red leather jacket. No more spiked fingerless glove on her left hand. Nor the wild mop on her head she called hair.
No, now there was a girl with long legs covered in dark red sheer pants with a matching top. Her neck was covered in the finest golds that gave the adults a nostalgia for a different time. Her hair had been tamed and pulled into a long ponytail at the top of her head that flowed down to the middle of her back. A golden imprint of a snake seemed to be seared in her skin as slithered across her body. The lamp she had touch now resided in her hands.
Everyone waited with baited breath for what she'd do next when another scream erupted from her mouth as gold cuff links appeared on her wrists.
Jazmineeeee
The air seemed to whisper. Jazz herself growled and cursed at the power inside of her that tried pushed its way forward only for her to beat it back down. She fought with all her might to restrain herself from being sucked into that lamp.
She needed to go and fast. She didn't even pay attention as she dropped the lamp and sprinted out through the crowds.
She started running quickly through the dark and dingy streets of the Isle. She could hear people screaming for someone to grab her, but Jazz grew up on these streets. She grew up running from people that wanted to capture her. If they wanted her, they were going to have to kill her.
She barely blinked as she ran down an alley and jumped onto a random fire escape before pulling herself onto the roof. Her legs were crying with exertion as she pushed herself even faster barely stopping as she jumped from roof to roof.
Her speed was unparalleled, and she had learned these rooftops better than anyone else. And to make things even better and easier for her, she flung out her bombs in every direction.
Jazz perked up a little at the sound of feet following behind her, so she could do nothing but pick up speed. She snarled before she decided to do a risky jump to the rooftop across the road from her. She barely managed to land, her magic propelling her further. She spared a glanced to see just who was following her and it was quite surprising to see that it was not only Jay but also Jade.
She continued her run. They weren't family. Not anymore.
She stumbled back in shock when Mal and Harry Hook and Uma and Gil appeared out of nowhere in front of her. Her eyes narrowed, and she hissed poisonously at them before she turns to her right and ran to the adjacent rooftops.
She needed to go and suddenly, she felt something tugging in her gut and not a second later, a popping sound emerged. She blinked and when she looked around her, she was in her warehouse sitting in the middle of her "living room".
Jazz didn't notice the lamp that was now residing in her home, so she barely had time to scream before she was being sucked in.
