The Magic Within (Needs Many More....semi lit --- lit)

[BloodyRoseDyanna]

((wow talk about lit posting lol))

[RillaJEster]

II: oooh; he's rubbing my lamp.! XO *gasp* :II

Harper opened her golden eyes as her lamp began to shake. Her room began to spin, and she grew dizzy quickly. She moaned slightly from the dizziness, bringing a slender hand to her smooth forehead. Her dark and blue-tinted hair fell over her eyes as she grunted and placed her hand on the table to hold herself up. Taking a deep and calming breath, she plopped down onto the floor and crossed her legs indian-style. A genie could only come out when it was simply the correct time to do so. One could not be forced out unless they already had a master. So, knowing this, Harper closed her eyes and calmed her body, allowing the shaking to calm her as she took a deep breath.

Soon enough, her body began to go from a solid form to a gaseous form, slithering from the opening of the lamp and up and out into the mortal air in a deep cloud of emerald green and pink coral coloured swirls. A soft and sweet breath could be heard as smells such as honey and lavender blew out of her lamp and into the somewhat stuffy air.

Harper stepped out from the swirls and ran her fingers through the midsection of her lustrous hair that flowed down to her hips. She took a few steps forward, arching a slender eyebrow as she pursed her pink lips in curiosity. "So," she began slowly in a voice like silk which swirled about in darkness. She leapt into the air and crossed her legs indian-style all in one swift motion, floating in mid air as she looked quizzically and amusedly at her new master. "You're my new master?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. Her diamond and silver chains dangled form her ankles and arms, jingling like soft bells and twinkling in the low light. She knew that crossing her legs might be inappropriate; especially for a female wearing nothing but some form of underwear with simple chains connected to it. But, she simply shrugged her slender shoulders to herself and didn't bother caring. Her golden gaze scrutinized his features and his stance, taking in every aspect possible of his form. Her hair fell past her body when she tilted her head, the tips of it ending a couple feet from the floor. "You probably don't know the first thing about having a genie, do you?" She said lightly, a slow smirk playing on her lips. "But then again, who does?" She murmured whimsically yet nonchalantly, tilting her head to the other side.

Harper pursed her lips and glanced at the floor in thought; eventually bringing her gaze back up to the man who was now her 'master'. She was silent for a moment and decided to simply shut up in order to give him a chance to speak.

II: oh and slightly edited :II

[Spartan26]

Altiar sat patiently and waited for something to happen. He had rubbed the lamp but nothing had come out. He he heaved a heavy sigh and was about to toss away the lamp when something began to happen. He quickly worked his way to his feet, practically jumping when he saw the smoke come from the lamp.

He stared at the lamp wich he still held in his hands, and followed the trail of smoke towards where it was gathering. Then, out stepped a woman. His eyes grew wide under his unkempt hair, fixated on the woman that stood before him. He watched her every movement and listened to her voice as she spoke to him. Her voice was like music to his ears and her body was perfect.

He stared at her in awe, unable to find the words to speak. He stood there silently, just staring at her, forgetting that she was waiting on him to speak. Finally, he managed to speak. "So... So beautiful..." He said in a soft, almost whispered tone.

He continued to stare at her for some time before finally snapping out of the trance that he had been put in. "I... I guess I am... And... I guess I don´t..." He started, answering her first two questions. He lowered his head slightly and looked to the floor when he said that he didn´t know about having a Genie. He felt a little stupid. You could tell his was nervous do to the small pauses he had while he spoke. He really didn´t know what to say. He decided to wing it. "My name is... Altiar... May I ask, your name...? He then asked politely, raising his head to look back at her.

[RillaJEster]

Harper couldn't help but smile at his 'beautiful' comment. After all, she was a female and all females easily succumbed to flattery. It was simply a known fact. She bit her bottom lip and floated towards him, smiling sweetly although her smile hinted to a bit of danger behind it.

Harper brought her delicate hand out, putting her fingers to his jaw line and turning his face up to look at hers. "Do not be shy," she murmured in a musical and breathy voice. Her soft pink lips curled at the corners in a slightly gentle smile. "I will be with you forever until you wish it different. You might as well get used to me," she said amusedly as laughter erupted from her chest and throat. "Master Altair, my name is Harper. And I am your genie!" She said, laughing and grinning a cheshire cat grin as she attempted to brighten his mood.

Harper dropped her soft hand from his face, moving back from him. She lowered her legs to the ground and landed softly and gracefully in front of him. Straightening her body upright from a somewhat crouch, she stepped forward to stand about one foot in front of her new 'master'. Her accent was different than any accent Altair would have heard before. It was a mixture of Romanian and Indian; for she was born from an Indian mother and a European man. She was quite sure that Altair most likely did not know much about foreign people. Especially those from the far north where there was nearly constant snow and immature politics. Maybe those from Portugal and Germany. That nationality of people was very common around India and Africa in those times. [[actually.. i'm not sure which time period we're in >.<. i'm guessing right around the time the 'new world' was found and european countries went around claiming africa and indian countries in order to establish industrialization around the world and gain more land because of interest in Imperialism? juuuust a guess. correct me if i'm wrongg... ]]

Harper crossed her slender arms under her chest nonchalantly and smiled brightly, flashing dazzlingly white teeth. "You can wish for nearly anything, you know. Although there are rules, of course," she said lightly, closing her golden eyes for a moment but then opening them back to look into his eyes.

[Spartan26]

Altiar saw her beautiful smile and felt her delicate touch on his chin. He listen to her voice, how sweet and musical it was to him. He let out a soft chuckle when she told him to get used to her. Then he heard her name. "Harper..." He muttered softly, pausing a bit before saying. "Such a lovely name..."

He couldn´t help but feel a little embaressed by the fact that she was going to be his forever. He looked around his little room. It was trash, only meant for poor, worthless people. A Street Rat. He let out a soft sigh and shook his head. He could only guess that she as used to much nicer living conditions, that of a king or a sultan. Not that of a Street Rat. It was disgraceful. Then heard what she said about wishing for almost anything. "What are these rules?" He asked her, curiously.

[RillaJEster]

Harper bit her bottom lip as the onslaught of compliments continued. A light blush caressed her high cheekbones and it was now her turn to glance down at the floor in embarrassment. She'd never had a master before. He was her first, so she was barely even used to having compliments. Sure, she'd been beautiful as a mortal as well, but not nearly as attractive as she was now as a genie. And no one had the luxury of seeing her beauty before. And she'd never had the luxury of showing it off.

Harper grinned over at him, noticing him being shy once more. She let this go, for she was sure that he would get over it eventually. Hopefully sooner than later, she thought to herself, closing her golden eyes.

Her eyes opened quickly as he asked about the rules. She pursed her lips and her eyes flashed as a slightly dangerous look passed through them. A slow smirk played across Harper's face, and slight laugh lines could be seen on her soft skin. "The rules, you ask?" She repeated, leaning forward. Harper snapped her fingers and created a soft couch for them to sit upon. It was a type of couch in which he probably had never seen before. It had shiny silver chains that hung from the roof of his room and connected to the back and arm rests of the couch. It was like a porch swing but much more fancy. It was made of bright silver metal, and the cushions were a deep orange colour and made of velvet. Harper grinned and sat upon it, patting the space next to her.

Harper did not wait for him to sit down next to her. She simply continued on with the rules. "Alright. Well the very first rule would be that you can't wish for me to make a beautiful woman...ermm... or man fall in love with you," she said with a sheepish smile. "In fact, you couldn't even wish for a llama to fall in love with you. So, no wishes for someone to fall in love with you or anyone else for that matter," she said with a nod as she closed her golden eyes.

Biting her bottom lip and opening her eyes to look at him, she continued. "You also can't wish for me to kill anyone. I'm a genie, not an assassin," she said lightly, pursing her lips.

She rattled off the next rule. "You also can't wish to bring back someone from the dead. They won't come back the way they were when you knew them alive. Trust me," she said darkly, shaking her head.

Harper smiled lightly and nodded. "That's pretty much it. Otherwise you can wish anything else. Certain wishes have limitations but don't complain. Having a genie is probably one of the best things that will happen to you," she said matter-of-factly. She looked away though, closing her eyes. Or it could be one of the worst, she thought to herself ominously.

[Imperator Gnome]

He finally grew bored of his brothers torments, and decided that now it was the time to finish the traitor once and for all. He twirled his knife gracefully before quickly stabbing it through the left eye of his brother and smoothly pulling it out for a reverse handed stab to the back of his head. He decided to leave the knife where it was as he turned to his genies. "I wish for him to be buried where many people walk, so that his very bones shall be dishonored for eternity," he said, allowing himself to remember the insults of his native land.

He smiled at the corpse, and even felt it necessary to speak in his native tounge for one last time. "Surmayye a'raasac," he said. A shoe on your head.

It was as insulting as hell, though few outside his country would ever understand why.

"And now that this business is done, what have I to fear now but the empire itself? I have a wish for you my fair genie," he said, obviously referring to the nicer one who had answered his first wishes. "I wish that you would raise me an army to match the might of the legions. An army wholey loyal to me and to me alone."

[Spartan26]

Altiar saw how much Harper enjoyed his question and he became a little confused by this. 'What is so entertaining about what I asked?' He thought, very confused. Then, suddenly there was couch in his room that hung from his ceiling. He stared at it wide eyed, then looked at Harper.

He watched her every movement, his eyes following her as she sat down then patted a spot next to her. He quickly sat down continued to watch her as she explained the rules to him.

The first rule he understood, his face turning a bit with disguist towards her comment about making a man fall in love with him, and then letting out a small chuckle when she spoke of llama. "I´ll keep that in mind." He said, still laughing.

Then came rule two, no killing. Altiar knew of no one that needed to be killed so that wouldn´t be a problem.

Rule three, no resurections. He let out a soft sigh as he now thought of his parents. He slowly looked away from Harper, looking towards the floor as he as now lost in thought. He had no idea if they were alive or dead, or even what they looked like. Altiar had been found in a basket late at night by Jamal. He had been placed on his doorstep by someone. Jamal had raised him into the boy he was today. As far as he was concerned, Jamal was his father. If his parents truly wanted him, they wouldn´t have left him. He let out a another soft sigh. He knew that wasn´t true. That were was a reason he had been left on Jamal´s door step. He just wish he knew why.

Altiar shook his head of these thoughts and looked back at Harper just as she finished speaking. He smiled softly. "Anything, huh..." Now he began to think of what he would wish for. Then, he remembered the promise he made to Jamal. He would be the first person he made a wish for. Altiar believed that the promise came before himself.

He stood from the seat and then looked to Harper, holding his hand out to her to help her up. "Come... He started. "I promised a close friend of mine my first wish. I´ll take you to him we´ll find out what he wants." He finished. Altiar smiled at Harper a soft, kind and caring smile that he usually gave to people. He was now a little more relaxed around her.

[RillaJEster]

Harper grinned and enjoyed his relaxation and his laughter as well. She was glad that he thought her at least somewhat amusing. She pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side as he reverted from laughter to sadness at her resurrection rule. She closed her eyes and could almost feel his pain. Her slender fingers were brought to her very own chest, right above her heart. Is this the connection between master and genie that I'd always been told about? She wondered to herself, wincing slightly at the pain.

She made her face show no emotion other than compassion and amusement in order to make Altair oblivious to the mental and physical connection that they now shared. Harper placed her delicate hand in his, standing up with him and facing him.

Harper tilted her head to the side at his words, now confused. He's going to give his wish to someone else? How... strange... she thought, bringing her golden gaze down to the floor for a moment. "What a compassionate man," she murmured and followed him out the door of his room. She was completely stunned at his choice. Never had she seen a man want to give something so special and extreme to another person. Especially a wish from his very own genie. Such a sacred thing that most men considered their very own slaves until they ended up falling in love or lust with the genie, wishing her free in order to marry her completely. Only to find himself trapped within the genie's former lamp and ordered to the same fate.

Harper followed after Altair into the outside air, her golden eyes going wide as a sharp intake of breath could be heard caused by her surprise. "The city... it looks so different! Everything..." she murmured breathlessly, looking around anxiously. A smile played on her soft lips in amusement like a child experiencing her first time at a carnival or riding an elephant or pony. "Who is this Jamal to you?" She asked softly in curiosity, tilting her head to the side as she followed Altair slightly beside him but also slightly behind him. Her instincts as a woman and what she'd been told all her life before becoming a genie told her to always follow after a man. She was sure this custom was similar if not completely the same still and it did not bother her.

She opened her eyes as she realized that others could now see her. What would they think seeing a nearly nude and beautiful woman walking around beside a man? She noticed some of the women wore veils over their faces and entire bodies and arched an eyebrow at this custom. "Should you put me back in my lamp when I travel with you? How do you know what people might think seeing us like this?" She murmured in a whisper, gesturing towards her glorious but nearly nude body.

[Spartan26]

Altiar smiled as Harper took his hand and stood. He led her down the stares and out the door, still holding her hand as he walked along.

He smiled and let out a small chuckle as she remarked on how different the city was. He looked back at her at her and nodded. "Yes, much has changed here..." He paused and thought to himself. 'Some things for the best... Others... Should never have changed...' He thought. He sighed and shook his head of these thoughts and continued walking.

Then Harper asked about Jamal. He was a little confused about how she knew his name, he hadn´t mentioned it, had he? He shrugged and continued walking along. "Jamal is... A very close friend of mine... He´s like a father to me..." He said to her.

As they walked along, Altiar had completely forgotten how exposed Harper was until she had spoke about it. He stopped and looked back at her. "Huh...? Oh... Uh..." He didn´t know what to say. Now that he was looking at her, he was once again lost in her beauty. He stared at her for some time before snapping out of his trance. "You can go back into your lamp if you want. His shop isn´t all that far though so I´m it wouldn´t be a long stay inside." He explained, smiling once again.

[-Forever Viva-]

Meryem Salima Abdallah
"Genie of Seduction and Order."


Meryem watched sadly as her sister unhappily dissapeared in her smoke back inside her lamp. "She'll be okay," She assured herself in a light breath. For now, Meryem would take on the responsibility of all the wishes. She knew how Dyanna hated being a genie to start with. Meryem sighed and turned back to her master.

She watched her master finish off his brother; with curious eyes and a blank expression. For too long she'd been witness to more horrific things than this sight before her. She'd learned to take it silently, as if it were not there, for all knew that a genie could never question her master. No matter how dearly that genie would want to. No matter how dearly that genie wished for a chance to sit down in front of her master and listen to him narrate his own tale, to satisfy her need for the sound of his voice; for the simple gaze on his form. But, after all, it was not the genies who were created to make the wishes.

Meryem bit back a sigh from escaping, trying her best to keep her face apathetic. "Yes, master," she replied, her terrifying voice successfully having no trace of emotion. She held her hand out towards the corpse of the ugly man, eyes glowing a bright crimson for the tiniest second. She imagined the center of a marketplace in the very city that they were in, and in mere seconds the mangled body had dissapeared, now appearing a few feet below the ground in the very same marketplace. No worse burial place, she thought to herself, emotionless.

For a split second Meryem could not hold back the grimace in reaction to his next wish. She had a feeling this would not work out pretty - and for good reason. She stared at him for the smallest moment, eyes - betraying her policy of no emotion - tender and reluctance solely for the better of his being. But there was nothing to be done now. He had made the wish. He was her master, and she his genie. Wordlessly, she somersaulted through the air, landing gracefully not inches in front of him. She decided that there was an easier way to do this.

Meryem angled herself around him and lifted one hand towards her own lamp, then to Dyanna's lamp, sending them soaring into her waiting hands. "Better to have these with us," she murmured. Then she remembered the inconvenience of being inside a lamp and having it jostled. Meryem smiled. "Sorry, Dyanna," she whispered softly, kissing the exterior of Dyanna's intricately designed home. Meryem hooked both lamps on her master's belt, alongside his knives, casting a spell around Dyanna's so that Dyanna would not feel a thing while their master walked. She hoped that Dyanna was not bothered with another genie's magic intruding so. Meryem turned to her master. "Trust me," she told him, her terrifying voice softened to an extent. She laied one hand on his shoulder, unable to fight the shiver of pleasure that ran through her slim and sturdy body. Damnit, her conscience growled.

Meryem drew herself to her master's body - unable to help it any longer -, dissapearing in a trail of scarlet smoke with him and their lamps. They materialized again in the unbelievably vast backyard of the palace. Meryem used her magic to dissapear swiftly from in front of her master to prevent any rash actions on her behalf; human pace being to slow for her at the moment. She realized that, taking all circumstances in to thought, it was a bit too early for this, but tearing herself away from him already caused her some amount of pain. It was usual for a genie to feel atatched to her master, but this was more than just magic-bound attachment. Never before had Meryem had so much trouble resisiting her born nature of seduction - never before had the temptaion been so strong.

Gritting her teeth, Meryem appeared a few feet in front of him with her back facing his front, using the immeasurable task at hand to distract herself. Allowing herself a deep breath, she stretched out her arms, palms facing the field in front of her. Her eyes glowed the brightest red yet with the amount of magic she was summoning, and the image of the field before them waivered as if it was fake - a mirage. She exhaled sharply and with a silent burst of widespread wind a dark army rose suddenly from the grass and dirt; they hung in the air for a second then fell back to earth with muted thuds. The army consisted of hooded, dangerous creatures; not entirely man and not entirely mythical; and each carried the darkest of weapons still unknown to man. Meryem's eyes widened at her own creation, but she did not let that stop her from tying the unseen but unbreakable bond of loyalty between the army and her master. He should feel a tugging now, she thought, going against her better judgement. It felt so wrong tying such a destructive force to him; but she did not speak up. He wished for a loyal army to match the power of the legions. So an army of such might is what he shall get, she thought bitterly, stepping back to reveal the completed army. Meryem turned her glowing body to look at him expectantly, and the creatures behind her kneeled in respect for their sultan.

Suddenly she just wished that none of this would backfire like her instincts told her it would.


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[-Forever Viva-]

{ Just wondering, @Imperator Gnome: What native language did you use for your character's insult? I speak Arabic myself, but I only recognized half of what Usul said. Just a tad curious. }

[Imperator Gnome]

((Actually I used Arabic >.> Or at least badly transliterated Arabic))

The first genie summoned the lamps to her, before attaching them to his belt. He tried his best to remain expressionless. He did smile when she drew near them, but before he could say anything they were in the courtyard of his mansion, and she was bringing forth his army. He could literally see the glow of power around her highlighting her glorious figure in ways that made her seem... Untouchable.

And then she stood at the head of his army, kneeling in the sunlight surrounded by terrible darkness. It inspired awe.

He had to take several steps closer to them, his mouth threatening to fall open as he stared at the field which held his key to power... Or at least one of them. He knew that there were more ways then just force to become ruler, but force was by far the most important. People just wouldn't take you seriously unless you could threaten with force. "It is... Amazing," he said as he came up besides the genie, his body tingling with the memory of whatever power she had used.

"But there is still more to be done," he said as he stood besides the Genie. He stared over the army and wiped a few strands of hair from his face. He let his hand go searching for the genie's. "Now we need to remake the world so that it couldn't survive without us. I wish for food, by the cartload. Good food," he said as he stared out over the army.

"Food that we can sell..."

[BloodyRoseDyanna]

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Dyanna had danced for a long time. It was one of the few things that made her feel better. She used to be an actual dancer, an entertainer. One that even a sultan or king would ask for. She had done parties. Solo dances.

Dyanna had learned to dance from her mother. She would teach her six days a week. Only letting her rest on the holy day. Plus that was the days they would spend together. She never had a father. Always just her and her mother. She never minded it. She loved her mother so much. Then when she was 20 her mother got very sick. She tried to care for her, when she could. But in order to pay for the doctor she was always out dancing. She stayed with her mother, when ever she had time off.

It was then that she was paid for one of her dances, with a silver lamp. It was decorated with red gems. She took it home to show her mother. Who was now on her death bed. After rubbing and revealing the genie, she wished for her mother's health back. Her mother was instantly healthy. But only a few days later. The person that paid her got her mother's illness and died. They blamed Dyanna. When she was out dancing, the people ransacked her house killing her mother.

Dyanna felt the great guilt behind it. She took the lamp with her as she ran away. Throwing it to the sand. The genie reappeared. She wished that she was someplace no one knew of her. She became a dancer again. The genie ended up seducing her, tricking her into the lamp. Then buried the lamp, in the dessert. Only to be found by a merchant and sold to her first master.

Dyanna sigh, blowing all the breath out and plopped on her couch, within the lamp.

[-Forever Viva-]

Meryem Salima Abdallah
"Genie of Seduction and Order."


Meryem took his hand after a moment's hesitation, but all traces of doubt dissapeared once she laced her fingers through his. A dazzling smile lit up her already glowing face when he expressed his awe. Well, a genie never fails to impress, she thought. Her brow furrowed, however, when he asked for more to be done. What was his drive behind all of this? Like she knew the answer. But whatever it was, she concluded, she trusted him. It had only been a day, but she did trust him - even if she had no other choice, really, whether she trusted him or not. It made all the difference to her - made her feel less unsettled. Besides, if things get out of hand, who better than a genie to mend the situation with a mere flick of her hand? There. That was her resolve. And she would hold on to it. For now; until she got a chance to hear her master's story.

Meryem lifted the hand that was not entwined with her master's, twisting it towards her. At once the largest of caravans appeared at the side of the armies; their count seemed endless. Each bearing a year's supply of rich food, of course. In the back of her mind, Meryem saw a breif shot of the marketplace in the city. The food, it had suddenly lessened. The city's food suppliers had run out of food to sell...the neighboring cities are beginning to have the same problem. Where shall they get their food now? Meryem shook the images out of her head. Her master's wish had come true.

"What now, master?" Meryem inquired, curious of his next desires. She ran her light fingers over the inside of his chest absentmindedly, suddenly applying a double meaning to her words without meaning to. What is being a genie when I can't have a tiny bit of fun with my nature here and there? she defended herself; against her own mind. She smiled slightly but radiantly, eyes roaming over the army she had assembled.


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{ Oh, lol. 'Surmayye' might be a different dialect. I would have used 'Gazma a'raasac' if I was using the Egyptian dialect, which I speak. How did you know it was a really bad insult though? ;D }