10-27-2009, 06:45 AM
.2// jewel case
\\ OCs involved :: Nyuuba - the merchant ; Revile Ba'al - the fortune teller \\
Nyuuba fiddled carefully with the tiny box, curious, or more so, frustrated. It wasn't everyday the merchant found himself a new piece to his collection. Never one that'd puzzled him quite like the small jewel case in his hands.
His interest stemmed from its peculiar origin, he'd traded it for a small purple pebble - one that'd give the petty fortune teller he'd traded it to more trouble than its worth. He smirked at the thought, recollected on what he had to say, what had truly perked his curiosity over the item:
'Ah, merchant. It seems we both share a love for the uncanny; although despite your keen beliefs, I must warn, there is no such thing as the paranormal. If it is an item of that sort you're looking for, however, I can offer you this.'
"A jewel case?" The merchant, Nyuuba asked, questioning what the fortune teller held out in front of him.
'Yes. I was told upon receiving it that if opened, it would bring bad luck. If kept closed, it for one hundred days it will bring the carrier good luck.'
"You opened it?"
Nyuuba was already sold, any item of that sort was the kind he kept around.
'No, I was never able to open it myself. I've had it for over its hundred days, so I look to pass the item on.'
The trade was made, and the two had parted ways. Now, the merchant struggled to open the jewel case - it had proven harder than he thought. The djinn had no fear of poor luck, only desire to see if it worked.
The merchant's ring adorned finger slipped over a fake jewel that ornamented the top of the case, indenting it in. The change in the box's exterior was followed by faint sounds of mechanical clicking, and to Nyuuba's delight, sprung open.
Nyuuba looked in the box, expecting the worse. It was empty. The merchant looked around him, assuming for something horrendous to happen. Nothing. Pondering the fortune teller's words, he thought about just what he'd meant by 'there is no such thing as the paranormal.'
Today, Nyuuba found, perhaps it was him who'd traded something for more trouble than its worth.
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