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Harper opened her bright golden eyes to a slight shaking of her lamp. She arched a slender eyebrow and sat up upon her lavish and satin canopy bed. Stretching her slender arms high above her head, she crawled from under the lush sheets and stood up straight. She walked in front of her golden mirror and smiled sheepishly. The genie was not sure what the shaking was that had woken her from her sleep, and she could barely remember it even happening.

Harper snapped her delicate fingers and her hair was neat and brushed, bluish shine highlighting it. A slow smile played on her pretty face as she made her way to her bathroom. The candlelight played upon the features of her face, amplifying certain aspects of it in a beautiful way. Her somewhat pale skin now glowed a golden colour as she stood naked in front of her bubbling bath water. She dipped her body in, letting out a content sigh as she closed her bright eyes. Sinking down to her neck, she became relaxed and entered a new world inside of her own mind.

Her water began to boil and the room began to spin once more. Her bright eyes opened and she gasped ever so slightly. Biting her bottom lip, she rinsed herself off as the room shook. She didn't bother with a towel but simple snapped her fingers to make herself dry. The room is shaking. Why? She wondered, moving to her bedroom and fixing her long and lustrous hair once more. Harper closed her eyes as it finally dawned on her. "The Evil One has found two of my sisters..." she murmured aloud quietly, biting her soft bottom lip.

Harper moved to her closet and flung it open, making a light satin blue corset appear that tied up the top with beautiful silver laces. She snapped her fingers, making it appear. She then imagined her bottoms; a lavish and equally light satin blue undergarment with silver and diamond strings and beads hanging from it. They jingled when she walked, and she snapped once more. Her snap created diamonds to caress her delicate ankles and the tops of her feet, and it also let silver chain dangle from her arms and neck.

She smiled lightly to herself and sat upon her bed. "He is coming soon. I just know it," She murmured, closing her eyes. What more is a genie to do than sit and wait for a master whom she knows is on his way?
 
     
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Dyanna just simply, kept her smile, letting her emerald eyes look into his. As if she was challenging him. But he didn't say I wish so she snapped her fingers. A plate appeared in her hand with cut up fruit and cottage cheese. She handed it to him, not saying a word. After she got his reaction, she snapped her fingers behind her back and it turned to roast mutton and a fine wine.
     
There had been a second where he was about to order the genie to don a servants outfit, or to even squeeze herself into the outfit of a harem worker, when suddenly the poor food she had given him changed into the the fine foods that he had always loved. The thing was, his expression never changed during that entire time, and he was still considering his order just to show her what defiance would mean. In the end though, he had to admire the sense of humor and the spark of defiance within that genie. He calmly set the plate down on a small table, and took a long sip of the wine.

Heavenly, and very strong as well. He glanced up at the genie once more, before letting his expression soften. "I have never entertained a genie before, so tell me. Do you require a seat? Should I have a pair brought up or will you both conjure your chairs as needed?" he asked as he took another drink.

Or maybe they could sit on his lap, that would also be acceptable to him.
 
     
 
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Dyanna watched him eat, conjuring an apple for herself. She took a bite into it. Then conjured a seat of her own, lounging on it. She laid on her side, eating the apple. She didn't need any help, she was simply happy and content with her powers. Lazy maybe, but happy.
     
He took a morsel of food from his plate and began to eat it, savoring every last bite of the very nice plate of food. He almost felt like firing his kitchen staff right then and there, but decided that he shouldn't abuse the powers of the genie by asking for such simple things as food... For other people. He would need the kitchens to feed his servants and guards of course! There was also the possibility that they would become annoyed with being used in such a trivial manner, but he really hoped that that wouldn't happen.

He turned to look at the tardy genie and saw that she was sitting down in a chair of strange design, and he decided not to comment on that. So they would most definitely conjure their own seats, and unfortunately that meant that they wouldn't need his lap as cushion. A pity that was.

"Does the genie speak? And does she have a name?" he asked, quickly becoming annoyed with the mute genie act.
 
     
 
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Dyanna ate the apple casually until he spoke again. Obviously, speaking about and to her. "Yup" She let out before taking another bite, seeming to answer the questions but not give him the answer he wanted. She was testing him, gaging a readtion. She always tested them this way. She smiled taking another bite, to seem as if she wasn't going to answer. Then when he was about to speak she put up a hand to stop him, swallowed her food and said "Dyanna Alcatrez, of the North Persian Dunes" She explained then added. "Does that satisfy your question?" She raised an eyebrow, then went back to her apple. After swallowing another bite she said. "Or are you still displeased with me, master?" She asked the core disappearing, to the garbage pile outside.
     
He remained calm, and they were sitting there in silence for a very long time. Right before he was about to dismiss her though, she spoke. She seemed to be trying to annoy him, and she seemed to be very good at it. In fact it seemed as if she practiced doing so with every one of her owners. "That answer is satisfiying Dyanna. And no I am not displeased with you. If I were displeased with you you would be spending an eternity doing nothing but meaningless tasks without being able to use your powers," he said matter-of-factly.

He gave her a small smile as he began to stroke his beard. "I know that I am not allowed to wish a dead one to life or a live one to death, but I do not think that there is a rule forbidding a wish to turn you into one of us," he said calmly.

"Do not give me a reason to find out."
 
     
 
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Dyanna smiled with a silent laughing, curling the corners of her mouth. "That would be unwise, master" She said as if warning him. To free a genie is to entrap the closest mortal to the lamp within. She smiled at the thought. But since her own entrapment she's never been happier. Personally to her she annoyed her masters so they would never be tempted to wish, her to do inappropriate acts. Which had definately worked, so far. She would drive them away. It was a defense mechanism.

She herself got entrap with a promise of love. The genie she found, claimed he loved her and tricked her into the wish. Only to send the lamp into the dunes. For years hidden by the sand storms. It had been found by a drifter and then sold away to her first master.
     
"Oh? Do you speak from personal experience?" he asked out of a morbid sense of curiousity. She was probably lieing to protect her own hide, but there was a chance that she was telling the truth. In any case it could be something that was easily worked around, and knowing himself as he did he would most likely work around it.

He gave her a small smile as he pulled up a chair of his own to sit in, and slowly reclined and steepled his fingers.
 
     
 
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Dyanna looked up at the ceiling, having flipped on her back by now. She watched him move a chair closer to her. What was this? 20 questions? She thought to herself. She took in a bored sigh and said. "Yes" Then went silent again. After a long while, she wondered if she should just puff into her bottle. All he was doing was inquiring on her life story. No master did that, but she wasn't in the mood to discuss it. She pulled a strand of her long brown hair and began to braid it over her shoulder, only to undo it again, as she waited for his next question.
     
Reak had probably been contacted at that point and was probably on his way to go capture his brother. In another few minutes to an hour Reak would hopefully have his brother and be on his way back. The simple fact was that Reak was the best in the business, and he was under his sole control. So all he had to do until then was keep entertained. "I wish that you would tell me about it," he said with a sly grin after he sensed her reluctance to talk about such a subject.

If there was one good thing about having free time, it was learning more about those under you. That was what made most of his underlings so trustworthy. That and the fact that he gave the underlings who told him of anyone trying to kill him a bonus. They got a bigger one if they turned down an offer to betray him.
 
     
 
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Dyanna let out a frustrated sigh. Almost a growl on the end of it. Why did this one catch on so quickly. it irked her. She sighed and collected herself, still looking at the ceiling. "That is how a genie is chosen" She said, not looking at him. "If a master wishes them freedom, another mortal must replace them." She continued, not adding in her personal references to it. "That is how I became a genie" She said brushing her hair back behind her ear. "I made the wish" She said as she looked down at her lamp. Only moving her emerald eyes. He had said to tell him about it, but he didn't say to be descriptive on her personal run in on it.
     
It was semi easy to fill in the lines she had left blank. A genie seduced her, or perhaps something else to that effect, but the results were the same. She had ended up taking the place of whoever was originally in the bottle, and she had regretted it ever since that time. Now it was time for him to play the benevolent leader, so he stood up and walked toward her.

He gave her a sad smile as he knelt next to her head and kissed her forehead gently. "I am sorry to hear that, but if you wish to have your revenge on the original genie within the lamp I will do what I can to help," he said. A happy genie was a very productive genie.

And genie were best kept at least semi-happy.
 
     
 
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Dyanna let him kiss her forehead. Unneccessary, in her opinion. "Cute..." She started and tapped him n the cheek. "But he's been dead a while" She said with a genuine smile, but it quickly vanished beneath her naturally mischievous one. Always an deviant thought in her mind.
     
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He stood and moved over to the window to look out over the city. "Did he die of old age or of foul play?" he asked her out of curiousity as he looked out over his domain. He almost thought that he could see Reak on his way with his brother, but he couldn't be sure. He sighed and began to play with one of his knives. "I also wonder, what are the boundries of my wishes?" he asked.
 
     
Dried up flowers are so beautiful
And that applies to all things living and dead
So flowers and people I will now enlace
Its the price I pay serving a cold god
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