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((Needs PPL))
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((lonely here))
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II: should we just make a few posts.? like, about us being in out lampish gigs.? ohh.. are we IN lamps.? lol. :II |
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-{ Hello there. We should do a little recruiting to solve our problem. I really have no one currently active on Gaia to reccomend this too, unfortunately. Remember Benzla, D? Yea, he would've been the perfect Dark Lord. But he dissapeared off Gaia, pretty much. D;
I wanna start off with my genie in a lamp. x3 We should do this classically. I'm a strict Aladdin fan. >< Oh, and D: Do you want post layouts? }- |
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((i know, he was just in my asylum rp then I left for a few days to work and he's gone. Yeah, we are. but how much can be done in lamps. You don't need layout plans I trust you. lmao As for recruiting, I'd lubs you for that)) |
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II: layouts for what.? our lamps.?? sorry i'm newbish to certain vocab words lol. arghh. i'll make a post of harper in her little lampp. it's better than nothing. (: :II |
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((FIRST POST! HA!))
Lamps, beautiful golden lamps that outshined everything else in his now miserable life. The best part was that more lay inside, a prize for living as he had and for having it all unfairly ripped from his life. He grinned as he let his still clean sleeve rub the exterior of those golden lamps free of dirt and grime. These beautiful things, they were his new life, and just like those lamps his life would suddenly become a lot cleaner. With a little bit of help from what lay inside. He could feel whatever it was on the inside being forced into wakefulness, and he immediately spoke his wish. "I wish that I had my riches back, and I wish to have my knives once again," he said, before he realized that there was one wish he had forgotten. "I also wish to know who caused my fall from grace." |
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Meryem Salima Abdallah "Genie of Seduction and Order." Inside the luxurious vastness of her lamp and unseen by humans, Meryem danced through her living quarters, flickering from one place to another like a flimsy and beautiful ghost; tidying up things here and there amidst her lithe moves. Her heavy dark waves twirled around her face in synch, and she hummed happily as now and then she would cross her beautiful and immortal reflection. Freedom had it's advantages, she thought to herself. Meryem continued dancing, changing into different colored outfits using her magic as she appeared and disappeared within her lamp. She stopped cold, her humming breaking off oddly and suddenly, her outfit paused on a crimson red tube top, scarlet belly ring, a matching flowing skirt, and ruby red eyes that glistened dangerously as she felt a sensation that she hadn't felt in nearly a century. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't entirely welcomed either. She felt as if a hand (that of a man, early twenties, she sensed) was trailing up and down her back in a broken rhythm. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she realized what this meant. And worst of all, she realized how she had no say over what happened next. Meryem's genie nature forced her out of her lamp as a trail of ruby smoke upon her summoning. She landed agilely on her bare feet, glowing luminescent in the darkness that surrounded her and her new master. Her eyes laid themselves on him, realizing that even though dressed in unimpressive clothes, he was a beautiful man. For some reason she could not comprehend, she attached himself to him willingly as the laws of the lamp bounded her to him, and for once, she did not find the sensation revolting. For once, she welcomed it. She heard his wishing words, commanding and patronizing, as she sensed the being of another genie. Meryem realized in seconds that he was not only holding her lamp, but that of another surviving genie, whom she felt to be Dyanna Alcatrez. She smiled dazzlingly at her new master, happy to serve him and happy to be close to one of her sisters. “Meryem Abdallah, at your service, master,” She said, bowing. Her voice, although quiet, pierced the air around her in a usually terrifying rhythm. Meryem’s ruby eyes glinted mysteriously. “As you wish it, so it shall be.” Their surroundings dissolved, replaced by the inside of a master bedroom of what seemed like a magnificent castle. Heaps of precious gems and gold lined the walls, where the finest paintings hung. All furniture in the room was made of delicate silk, and her Master’s knives, as requested, hung in a glass canister near the king-sized bed. Overall, the room was fit for the most powerful of sultans – someone just like the newly transformed man before her. Fulfilling his wish entirely, Meryem had donned him in the finest black and red robes, making his obvious beauty glow even brighter. She remained standing in front of him, immobile, as if nothing had changed. “As for your third wish…” she started, it’s answer immediately granted to her through her magic. She twisted a lock of her midnight black hair and flickered to his side, whispering in his ear, “It was your brother.” ~  ~ |
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As expected the genie was beautiful, but what he hadn't expected was just how radiant that beauty would be. The genie literally glowed with not only power but with a promise of seduction; that he would be powerless to resist her wiles if she ever chose to focus on him. Right now he was safe though, because what genie would ever wish to have a mortal man? Especially one as ugly and base as him. Either way it does not matter. You need to hurry and exact your revenge on the fatah who has decided to do this too you.
She spoke in answer to his wishes, and for a second he allowed himself to indulge in the sound of her voice. It was terrifiying, yet below the base emotions there was something to be longed after. You once knew someone like that, and she killed you. Do not make the mistakes of your past. Make new ones. And suddenly he was in his old room, with his old possessions, and his old weapons. However he did have a new thing there as well. He had new problems, in the form of two genie lamps he would never let out of his sight for as long as he may live. He couldn't go out to kill his brother, a more powerful sultan, himself. He would unfortunately need to have that traitor brought to him. "Servants! Call forth Reak, I have a job for him," he yelled, hoping that his old servants would indeed still be there. "Tell him that he is to capture my brother and bring him to me. They will find him...," he paused momentarily to glance at the genie, asking the question with his eyes rather than his words. Besides, he felt like looking at her again. |
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http://i39.tinypic.com/4sd7d2.jpg After all the wishes were told and made. The other genie was nowhere to be seen. She had been in her bathtub, suds to her chin. Her long hair was pulled back and she had a glass of champange in her hand. They always call when i'm in the tub She thought and finished her glass of champange and bath, before she even came out. She wasn't self centered but he already had one on call so he'd be fine. After her bath, she got dressed and blinked her emerald eyes, drying the rest of her. She smiled then sighed. "back to work" A deep blue smoke emitted from her lamp, followed by this recently bathing beauty. She smelt like vanilla and raspberries. She tilted her head to the side, the smoke disipating into the lamp again as she stood there. "You called, master?" |
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The other genie finally appeared, and he gave it a covert glare for being tardy. That was not the best way to begin a relationship with an immortal being of nigh infinite power, but dang it when he called it should answer! Or at least tell him it was busy before taking its sweet time with getting out of its shell. "Where is my brother currently located," he asked the new genie, choosing to make her work because she was late.
He could probably just ask her to teleport him to his brother, but some things just had to be done a certain way. Just to show the man contempt. Besides, he needed some time to plan his takeover of the other man's territories. He should have taken it sooner, but he had been more interested in his job as assassin to do much about that. |
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http://i39.tinypic.com/4sd7d2.jpg Dyanna looked at his glare, keeping her smile. With a slight tug at her smile, she snapped her delicate fingers, which made a jingle from her jewelery. In the man's hands appeared a looking glass. Then within the glass black smoke circled within then cleared to show him the place his brother was. Then herself sticking her tongue at him. Then with a close of ehr hand it was gone. |
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He took one look at the orb and he knew where the traitorous son of a b***h was. "Go to my mothers grave, that is where you shall find the man whore! And tell Reak that he is to have the pig here as soon as possible. He has less than a week, otherwise I shall have his head mounted on a pike!" he shouted and he heard the scurry of surprised servants when he was done with his orders. He paused, on the verge of ordering some food as well, when he realized that he now had two genies.
He looked back at the insolent one while the orb disappeard, and bared his teeth in a feroscious smile. The other had a hidden warmth in its voice, but with this one he found himself hoping it wouldn't speak. "I suppose it wouldn't bother you to conjure food and wine for me to drink? Or would you like to wait a bit as you consider bringing it?" he said sarcastically, before moving toward the glass case with his knives in it. He opened the case and began strapping the sheathed weapons around his body, and since they were designed to be hidden they seemed to disappear as soon as he had them on. |
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http://i39.tinypic.com/4sd7d2.jpg Dyanna crossed her arms over her chest, in more of a bored way. Then her mischeivous, yet soft and smooth voice said. "What is it you would like?" there were always tales of trickster genies, she was one. If not specific enough, she could easily twist it on you. That's why most genies were said to be treated with respect just in case. She smiled her delicate little smile, as she waited his answer. She let her arms fall back to her sides and laced her finger together behind her back. She stretched them upwards, to bend forwards then stopped, standing back up. She had been in that lamp for a long time. |
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He almost growled at the immortal semi-all powerful being before he strapped his last knife on and turned to face the very beautiful but very annoying genie. "I said I would like for you to conjure food, but now I am thinking that perhaps I should tell the kitchen to make food instead. Afterwards you can walk down to the kitchen and then walk back up with the food. Maybe I could even ask you to wear a serving outfit. I think this is a good idea, but good food and good wine can distract me from good idea's," he said. He was arrogant enough to threaten a genie, but he was clever enough to know how... At least he hoped he had been somewhat clever.
Really, he just wanted her to conjure him some good food, perhaps roast mutton, and some very good wine. Hopefully she was smart enough to see that. |
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