Dreams of Jinn (OneSmallFrog x Frogger)

[OneSmallFrog]

Image of Octavian

The small port town of Owens was a popular haven for writers, Artists and couples looking to settle down. The community was tight knit and sported a nice little farmers market on weekends where everyone got together to sell their produce and catch up on each others lives. They usually gathered in the parking lot of a local strip mall and it was honestly just a good time all around. There was just one thing. All of them were humans or elves.

That had all been well and good when Brandy Argall, a human woman, had originally moved in. Brandy had been a firey young woman who had quickly enamored the town and built a solid reputation as a veterinarian and patron of the local Library. There was even a bench outside the building dedicated in her honor. She'd turned down many men and it was a surprise to all when the young spinster started carrying a baby around in her arms. It was an ever bigger surprise when the child started walking around because he wasn't human. He wasn't even an elf. He was a saytr.

Fast Forward about twenty years and Octavian Argall was working at the local magical artifacts museum and library as an exhibit curator and head librarian. Enduring all the back handed compliments about his nature, 'you're so polite for a satyr. You aren't like they say at all'. He just waved off every ignorant Karen with a warm fake smile and a gentle guiding hand towards what ever they were looking for. He played the role so well and even delighted in it on occasion. He wasn't a tall man so that probably helped their opinion of him quite a bit. He only stood at about five foot and four inches when you excluded the two horns atop his head, and had a mop of curly brown hair atop his head. Hair that matched the fur that grew over his legs and long emotive ears and he wore glasses that did more to conceal his expressions than they did to frame his face.

Once the museum had closed for the evening though was when he finally found peace. He could retire to the back and go over all the new artifacts that had come in and begin planning out new exhibits for the next month. This was the part he most enjoyed, the learning and planning and writing. He was currently working on the layout for an exhibit about Jinn and their many abilities. He'd unearthed so many interesting factoids about them he couldn't wait to share them with the incoming crowds. This was how he found himself that night, laying out several documents and artifacts. He was usually very careful but he'd been sort of manic about all of this and had failed to realize that the replica Jinn container that he had, might actually be real and possibly inhabited. He picked it up and turned it over trying to get an idea of how to display it, his hand brushing dust from the surface as he read over the texts.

 

[Frogger]

Image of Fayfaa

In the precarious quiet, not all is as it seems. Artifacts are scattered about, much of the history behind these items lost to the years that have passed… only pieces known to mortals, like precious gems hidden in the sands of time. A rare few know all. Fewer still are willing to share, because such knowledge could very well prove to be detrimental. Some things are best left forgotten… or else, danger may arise in the least likely of places.

Light played and rippled over gold. A small, unremarkable lamp is picked up out of a box, chosen to be studied amidst several other items sporting rubies and sapphires. Octavian Argall turned it over between his hands, trying to get an idea of how to display it… unaware that what he is holding happens to be no replica, but very much genuine. Inside resides a genie, powerful enough to summon storms, to alter fate… and yet, unable to do so without a spoken wish. Of course there are rules a genie must abide by… but does not everyone? It is not good to play with matters of the heart, nor is it good to give life -or take it away.

A tendril of smoke drifted out of the lamp’s spout, but it seems as though he has not noticed as of yet. It had begun to erupt when he brushed dirt off, revealing a series of cryptic symbols. No one knows the language… no one who still walks among the living, that is. As the seconds slipped away more and more smoke billowed out… but instead of remaining an ominous grey, it started changing to gold. The metal warms in the satyr’s grasp. Ever so slowly… a head forms, tossing back hair that grows longer, though it is pulled up in a high ponytail. Lips part, eyes blinking open to drink in the sight of the room. How long has she stayed in the lamp this time-? A hundred years? Two? It is difficult to say. Hands lift high as she arches her back, gossamer fabric dripping off ivory silk that is holding onto breasts and hips alike. Every twist of the young woman’s wrists had gold bracelets jingling.

“I am so sore,” she spoke at long last, lifting a hand to conceal the presence of a yawn. Dark brown eyes closed for a heartbeat or two. Fiery red flowed out behind her, stars sparkling into existence here and there. Once she had stretched to the point where her muscles did not ache… at least, not as much as before, she turned her attention to the satyr who had summoned her. From the looks of it… he did not know she was even in the lamp. “Greetings. I am Fayfaa the Fantastic,” she decided to start with. “I am the Genie of this Lamp. I will grant you three wishes… and no, you cannot wish for more.” Too many fools have attempted to do so. Fayfaa waited for a reaction, a response, anything of the sort… and receiving none, she moved to float above him. “Ah, hello?” A small tilt of her head had pieces of hair swaying. “Did you hear me?” Perhaps she did not speak loudly enough? Does she need to repeat herself?

 

[OneSmallFrog]

At first he hadn't taken notice of the smoke but it was hard to ignore the head appearing in it and soon a fully formed woman. The Satyr scooted back in his chair so suddenly that it fell backwards as he stood to look her over. His knees bent in a manner that suggested he was ready to bolt, his ears had swiveled to face her completely as he let his glasses drop down the bridge of his nose as he stared up at her.

He had read about Djinn and Geenie, enough to know that they weren't just powerful. They were tricksters and sometimes spiteful, and though this one seemed nice he knew better than to trust her or make flippant wishes. So he just stood there staring up at her with a vacant and shocked expression as she spoke to him. Even after she had finished it took him a moment to collect himself. Octavian's eyes drifted over her as he processed the view in front of her. His gaze lingered on the soft shapes and the thin fabric, his satyr mind wandering where he knew it shouldn't. So his eye's quickly darted back to her face, her hair was so vibrantly red and invoked a vague sense of nostalgia for him. The kind that would easily take his mind off the supple curves.

"S-Sorry." He started, his voice shaking at first but growing in Confidence, "I apologize. I wasn't really expecting the lamp to be inhabited. I had been informed that it was a replica and as such was cleaning it for display. I'm afraid you have me at something of a disadvantage, I've no wishes prepared nor was I seeking the power to do so" He continued as he adjusted his glasses and set the lamp carefully on the table.

As he did so he shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned back to observe her reactions better. "Perhaps you could entertain my curiosity though?" He asked vaguely. His intention was to have her help him with his work, but he wanted to see what conclusions she might jump to.

 

[Frogger]

((Sorry this had taken so long, life decided to hit -and hit hard. I shouldn’t keep you waiting this long again. ^^))

It appears he needs time to process-?

Most Masters have no idea djinn exist still… and so, it is nearly mind-boggling when he -or she- is confronted with the reality. Few remain within lamps. In fact… Fayfaa doubts there are many besides her to speak of. Dark brown blinking almost owlishly, Fayfaa waited… hoping he snaps out of it relatively soon. It was not long before the vacant, shocked expression melted somewhat… his eyes drifting over her, as though coming to terms with it all. Heat spread across her cheeks upon realizing his gaze kept lingering in places… but, luckily, his eyes darted up, and all was forgotten.

Fayfaa did not expect him to say the things he did, however. So. He did not expect the lamp to be inhabited, as she assumed, and yet… he wanted for nothing? Intriguing. In her experience… most have a vague idea, and act upon impulse to achieve this desire. Another small, almost indiscernible tilt had fiery red cascading and tumbling over a naked shoulder. “Is that so?” Fayfaa’s lips parted thoughtfully just moments later. How to proceed from here-? A djinn is meant to grant wishes, to… bestow happiness, power and wealth to whoever rubs the lamp. How is she supposed to do that if he makes no wish? Does she need to go back into the lamp? Fayfaa swallowed past a lump in her throat, hoping it would not resort to that. It is… cramped inside the lamp. It gets lonely.

“Excuse me? ‘Entertain your curiosity’?” A pair of long, shapely legs materialized as she lowered herself closer to not just him but to the floor, mindful not to step on any of the priceless artifacts scattered about. Fayfaa stepped once, twice, a set of gold anklets clinking with her every step. Not surprisingly, gold and ivory silk did little to hide her figure… her breasts, her hips, or any of the many things men like to fixate upon in a sexual way.

At long last, Fayfaa was standing before him. “How may I entertain you?” she thought to ask first, because who knows what may be his intentions? Fayfaa has only just met him, so it would be rude to assume he wants anything intimate or sexual. “I shall assist you in any way that is in my power,” Fayfaa continued, dipping her head in a graceful bow.