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When Lance and Esteban first met Mick, it's fair to say that he crashed into their lives.
Not in the metaphorical sense, as in he literally crashed into their lives.
It was a chilly evening. Lance could survive without his headphones now, but still kept them close just in case. Esteban could raise an entire plank of metal and float ontop it, using it like a hoverboard and testing his new idea around the junkyard's strange landscaping.
Esteban's ontop of a discarded piece of what looks like a door, floating a little bit higher than usual with his legs dangling off the edge as he surveys the junkyard, looking for anything interesting he could use for his hoverboard idea. Lance sits about halfway up one of the piles of metal, running his thumb across the top of his noise-cancelling headphones and unconsciously adjusting them again and again.
Then a crash rings out from below them, very sudden and quite loud. They look down to see someone down below, spread across the pile.
Esteban quickly lowers himself down and Lance carefully manoeuvres down the hill of obstacles others would call a complete waste of space.
"Are you OK?" Esteban asks, looking worriedly at the dazed person in front of him, laying as flat as you can around here and a little bit too still for comfort.
The person doesn't respond for a few moments, just sighing with something that sounded like disappointment. "I hope so," he replies eventually, slowly moving to get up, cautious of the sharp pieces which surrounded him. He runs a hand through his bright blond hair which shone in the sun's light and brushes his knees off, finding his clothes to be stained with dust.
Lance moved to help him, offering a hand to help him up. He accepts it, nearly falling back down due to a plank of metal shifting loose and sliding slightly from beneath his feet. Esteban quickly repels the metal with his magnetism ability, lodging it back into the hill of unwanted scraps and making it sturdy again.
"Thank you," the boy grins, bright blue eyes seeming to glow with his smile. "I'm so sorry. I've been doing this all week. I just keep appearing in random places."
His smile falls a little and his brow furrows. "I'm trying to control it, I know the signs, but still I can't stop some of them from happening."
"I was the same. Magnetism's my ability. It seems impossible now but you'll only get stronger."
"Yeah," adds Lance, "happens to all of us at some point. For some people it clicks and others it's just practise y'know?"
"What's your name by the way?" Esteban asks.
But just as the blonde boy was going to reply, mid-way through opening his mouth to speak, he vanishes with a flash of blue. Just like that.
Lance's mouth drops open in shock and he looks to Esteban for confirmation, finding the exact same expression of shock upon Esteban's face. "You... You saw that too right?"
"Erm, yep." Esteban says when he remembers how to speak again.
"Teleportation ability?"
"Probably."
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The second time they see him, he doesn't crash into their lives as he did before. It's like someone flipped a switch and he appeared out of thin air.
"Uh." The boy let's his hands drop to his sides, a slightly confused look on his face much like the one from when he first appeared a few days ago. "Hi."
"Hi." Lance looks up at the blond boy and tilts the light blue cylinder pack of cookies towards him. "Want some?" He asks around a chocolate chip cookie, sunglasses halfway down his nose.
"Thanks." He grins and slides a few from the pack. "I just teleported out of my kitchen. I hope no-one steals my sandwich." He bites part of the cookie Lance gave him. "I spent time on it."
Esteban floats down ontop his hoverboard. "Hello again."
"Hi. My name's Mick by the way." Mick says, extending his hand. "You asked me that before I, uh, teleported."
"Esteban," He says, moving his hoverboard so he can reach to shake Mick's hand. "That's Lance." Lance gives Esteban a thumbs up and pushes his sunglasses back on his face.
Mick looks up at Esteban, the bright blue metal hoverboard making him temporarily confused until he remembers. "Oh, yeah. You said before that you had magnetism powers, didn't you."
"Yeah, I built this hoverboard myself." He does a little twirl on the hoverboard, knowing from prior experience exactly how to repel one corner one way and repel the other the other way to send him into a gentle corkscrew where he is floating.
"You've got teleportation, right?" Asks Lance, raising his sunglasses slightly to look at Mick.
"Yeah. And telekinesis but I've got a lot more control over that than–"
There goes the blue flash again, and he disappears.
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A blue flash appears between them and a loud half cut off sneeze accompanies it. Mick looks at Esteban and Lance with an expression that looks utterly defeated. "I sneezed. I sneezed and I teleported again."
Lance gives him a comforting pat on his shoulder with the hand not holding his noise-cancelling headphones. "Wanna help us hunt for some old spray paint cans?"
"Lance is getting a strong smell of paint from here," he points to a heap of scrap metals and unwanted furniture, "and he thinks we've hit a jackpot."
"Is that your ability then? 'Super smell'?"
"Super senses. All five senses are ridiculously strong. I can literally smell the paint from here."
Mick frowns. "Wouldn't it be easier to just buy spray paint?"
Esteban grins like a kid in a candy store. "Well, yeah but this is infinitely cooler."
"So, are you coming with us?" Asks Lance, starting to move towards the little heap of metal they were going to dig through.
He beams, joy flooding through him and threatening to spill over in the form of happy tears. "Okay" He settles for, and joins the two in their quest for spray paint.