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Swift Changes
Evers, dressed in dark clothing with long sleeves and gloves to hide his tell tale scars, wandered through the palace courtyard. His golden eyes rested upon each area, noting the guards at the doors, wandering through the castle. Their security was better then his family had first imagined. Taking back their rightful place would be much harder then it had first seemed.
But now they had a secret aid. The chocolate haired man wandered away, tugging his sleeves down over his hands self-consciously. It was a wonder none of the people there recognized him for who and what he was, a threat. They were lax. He told his mother so once he had ventured back into the hovel at the edge of the city they called home. Hidden away in a corner, covered by a burlap sack, was the key to their future. A beautiful blue bottle that seemed like nothing more then a trinket, oh but what it held! The djinn would see them gain their throne back. |
The blue bottle, covered by a burlap sack trembled. Slightly at first, then a bit harder. Blue smoke began to issue forth from the bottle's top. Slowly at first and then faster the smoke moved, it crept out from under the burlap writhing and gathering in a spot only some inches from where the bottle sat trembling and hidden. He was tired. Tired of being cooped up in such a prison, tired of swirling around in that bottle as blue smoke. The blue smoke swirled and writhed as it gathered. An outline began to form, then the smoke began to dissipate, revealing the djinn. Smoke still remained from the waist down, just swirling and writhing the way smoke does.
Something was off. Something was different. His surroundings were strange, unfamiliar, the last hand that had touched his bottle had also been unfamiliar. Someone new had claimed him, and he had no say in such a thing. The djinn didn't move, he merely hovered there, his lower half nothing but smoke at the moment. In case he decided to make a hasty retreat into his bottle. True a genie wouldn't have been able to come out of his bottle without being summoned, but he was no weak genie. He was a djinn. He would do as he pleased, and he had not been issued any commands saying he must remain in that bottle until summoned. He crossed his arms across his chest, and his tongue flicked out across his lips, pausing to play with the silver jewelry on either side of his bottom lip. |
The young man forced himself not to move as he saw blue smoke rise from beneath the sack. He knew what this was, what was happening. The moment the djinn had completely materialized, he ran for the bottle, trying to reach it before anyone else. The others made a break for it as well, all ignoring the new being in their midst, in favor of trying to get his prison. Growling under his breath, the golden eyed man shoved siblings, cousins, aside and reached down to grasp the bottle triumphantly.
Evers turned to peer at the djinn, finally taking in his appearance, the blue skin and hair, the tattoos and the sheer exoticness of him. Absentmindedly, the young man kept all the others at bay as he stared, moving this way and that to avoid them while holding the bottle close, until each and everyone gave up. |
What was this? Were all of these people to be his master? The smoke that made up his lower half flickered for half a moment as he considered retreating into his bottle when the mad scramble for it happened. The expression on his face was one of disdain as he decided to remain where he was and watch. Who were these people and why were they so desperate to claim him? When the one young man did grab hold of his bottle and held it so close, desperate to keep it away from the others, a tingle ran through the djinn. His whole body tingled, he felt it with every fiber of his existence. Even the bottle seemed to tremble for a moment in the young man's hands then it was still.
The smoke that had made up the djinn's lower half began to dissipate, leaving behind long legs clad in loose blue and gold harem skirt, no sandals adorned his feet and he reached out to forcefully shove the last resisting person away from the one that was undoubtedly his new master. The djinn didn't look particularly pleased, but there was a glint of something in his eyes as he glanced around. "My master. Shall I destroy these others for you?" It was a simple question, he seemed eager to kill though his expression was a sour one. |
"No, no killing right now." Perhaps he would later ask that of the djinn, but not then. How odd. The bottle had shaken, making his hands buzz with energy. Did that mean what he thought it did? Evers smile to himself, running his fingers over the bottle's smooth surface absentmindedly. He could ask for whatever he desired now ... It didn't matter anymore why his family had wanted the djinn in the first place.
His mother's stern glance reminded him of his duty. Bowing his head slightly, he stepped forward, bottle held tightly in his hands. "Mother, we can put our plans into play now. Would you like me to wish the chaos we thought would work best in our favor?" He grinned. "Our family will have the throne again," said Evers as he turned to face the djinn. "That is why you're here, to help us with our goal." |
No killing. At least for now. The djinn merely shrugged, he had to obey his master after all. Even if he didn't really want to. Even if he really wanted to just roam the earth as he once had, long ago. Still, this man was just a human, and he was a djinn not a genie after all. Would this human be able to keep him in check? He would have to find out, and he was eager for a chance to try and undermine his new master, to push and see how far he could push.
When the master began speaking to his mother, the djinn looked her over. His tongue flicked out to play along his bottom lip for a moment. When the young man addressed him, he wrinkled his nose slightly turning his attention from the mother to his master. "I care not for reasons, just tell me what you want of me, and then sell me off when you have become bored of me." The djinn sounded rather bored, and in fact he was. This was a very boring hovel. "I am going outside, unless you wish to command me not to do so?" He was taunting, pushing a little bit, teasing his new master. Without waiting for a response from his master, he began moving towards the door. It didn't matter how far he went from the boy though, or where he went, as long as the other held his bottle and issued a command, the djinn would hear it. |
"Get him in hand, then we can talk about implementing our plans. Do not fail me, Evers." The young man nodded quickly, and followed the djinn outside. He had sounded so bored, that immortal being bound by magic to live his life in a bottle. Was it even comfortable in there? Perhaps it was furnished by magic ... Evers chuckled a little at the thought, then turned serious again. It wasn't like the djinn wasn't distraction enough, dressed as he was, with skin so oddly blue.
"Hey Djinn," said the golden eyed man loudly. They were lucky, that no others wandered into the area unless there was no other choice for them. "Give yourself a human appearance when anyone other then myself can see you. The order doesn't apply when there are no others present save us." There, a first order to test the waters and see how well such things worked. |
The young man had followed him outside, and was already issuing a command. This man was rude, he hadn't even asked for the djinn's name or offered to call him by something other than 'djinn'. That didn't take away from the fact that a command had been issued. His whole body twitched, the bottle trembled for a moment, and the magical being grimaced and wrinkled his nose in disdain. A human disguise. How disgraceful. He understood why such a thing was asked of him, but that didn't make it any more enjoyable. For a moment the djinn's form shimmered, then his skin changed to a nice tan color and his clothing was more appropriate to that of a peasant from this area. It only lasted for a moment. Just proof that the command had been obeyed.
"I am called Miala, unless my master wishes to call me by another name?" The words were spoken with agitation, a bit annoyed at the way his master had addressed him moments ago. Though did it really matter? This boy could do whatever he pleased, he was in control and Miala would be helpless to disobey. He could not disobey a command, but that didn't mean he couldn't rebel at all against his new master. He licked his lips, that tongue playing along his bottom one for a moment as he turned to face his master. Those eyes playing over the other for a few moments, really looking at him. For the most part, Miala was still bored. |
He hadn't asked. Evers stepped forward to hold out his hand, expecting to receive one in return. "I'm Evers. Your own name works just fine." There was no need to change the other man... Though he could, he could make Miala do whatever he pleased so long as he commanded it. Suddenly the knowledge was a heady feeling. He was the one in command, not his mother, or his siblings ... Him.
It was an intoxicating thing, thinking of that. |
Miala stepped back when Evers stepped forward, and he moved his arms to cross them across his chest. Refusing to take the other man's hand. They were not friends, not acquaintances, they were master and servant. "I wonder, is my master really the one in charge, or are his actions dictated by another?" His gaze shifted, a pointed look towards the home they stood outside of now. "Am I now the slave of a slave?" He was pushing, but only slightly. It was hardly even a push. That gaze, serious, returned to Evers. "What will my master do now, with this limitless power in his hands, I wonder?" Miala was watching him carefully. Some people could be easily swayed, easily corrupted by the power in their hands. Would this one be easily swayed? If so it might work in the djinn's favor somehow.
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