[ The game of cat and mouse between the King and his Household member has gone on for far too long, they've all agreed. Years now, in fact, and while it is amusing to watch, the endless evasions and near misses are enough to fray on even the longest of patience. Especially when it's starting to affect their Chosen King, their Master. They're well aware of his frustration, his restraint, his secret worries. They are aware of his want, his hunger - his most treasured prize, dangling before him, just out of reach.
Well. Out of his reach. Deciding if he won't take action, it's about time someone does, and it just so happens, a strange quirk of magical expenditure in the aftermath of a fight with the Fallen Magi allow an opportunity that they grasp at, to see their Master's greatest wish fulfilled.
It's Zepar who comes for him first, stepping out into sight in the corridor of the palace as Jafar slips out of a meeting, apparently waiting for him. Sinbad doesn't often take this form - not without good reason, for this Djinn's powers are dangerous to reveal, but sometimes necessary. He leans against a wall, small arms crossed over his chest, and waits for the person he is here to fetch. ]
[The moment he steps in the corridor, there's a flicker of something in Jafar's eyes upon seeing his King in his Zepar Djinn equip. It's not often Sinbad would choose to equip Zepar, and truth be told, the advisor has his own misgivings about seeing that particular form. He hasn't been a big fan of Zepar either, though he's learned to tolerate the form and the Djinn in time. However, the last he's seen the form become used was against Kougyoku and even then, Jafar isn't happy with how Sinbad has decided to handle that matter.
Fortunately, his hands were freed, so he can take precautious if necessary, but it's Zepar and they're in a corridor. The screams will echo, anyway.
Steeling his shoulders, Jafar tucks his hands into his sleeves and begins walking down the hall.]
[ His voice is different in this form as cloven hooves carry the slight form away from the wall and tiny wings lift him into the air, bringing him to eye level with Jafar as he approaches. He grins, mischievous, and spreads his arms wide. ]
Jafar stops when he moves, seemingly ready to flee. The grin on his master's face does not bode well with him, a sort of dread forming inside of him. He frowns, eying him warily.]
For what? Unfortunately, I do not have time. There is still some business to attend to.
[ Dark wings flit behind him as he bobs in the air before Jafar. And then bright Rukh flows out of him to surround Jafar, wrapping around him like a warm wind, sliding over his skin like a caress, sinking into him when it makes contact.
It's not the control of an order to permanently bind his will and mind, but it is a compulsion, and a strong one, one that comes from the djinn himself, making his words seem absolute, with no room for thought or doubt. He is the Djinn of Rule and Submission, after all, and his word is to be obeyed. He waits until the light fades before giving a little somersault midair and starting to float back down the corridor. ]
[This is a different kind of power of Zepar's that Jafar has only seen once, but no less different.
When the tiny Djinn comes up to him, Jafar jerks back, wary and unsure, but any fight he had before bleeds out of him once he feels the rukh wrap around him and sinks into him, just beneath his skin and into his mind.
The order comes and he can't resist it, drawing him in to follow Zepar down the corridor.]
[ Zepar flits beside him, leading down the hallway and turning through a maze of halls as he takes them... somewhere. Somewhere deep within the warren of rooms and corridors and down several flights of stairs, to a part of the palace few venture, all but forgotten. Which is what they'd planned on, after all.
As they approach a door, one with a strange ward engraved in its surface, sealed with a five-pointed star, he dips back to drape himself against Jafar's shoulder, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek against the human's fondly. ]
Don't worry, Jafar. You have nothing to be afraid of with us.
[ And the words would carry the weight of absolute truth, as they came from his lips, after all. ]
..."Us"? [He repeats the word, unsure of where exactly this is going.
It doesn't take long for it to click in his mind now that this isn't exactly Sinbad beside him, but Zepar truly. However, it confuses him, unsure of how it was even remotely possible.. He didn't think the Djinns were able to come out on their own - it was usually due to the power of a Magi at work to make that happen.
Feeling Zepar nuzzle against his cheek doesn't exactly make things better either.]
[ Another laugh, a giggling bubble against Jafar's ear before Zepar darts forward like a drunken bumblebee, zooming for the door ahead of them. ]
Come and see, Jafar.
[ He presses a hand against the rune and it glows with Rukh before parting, allowing the door to swing open, revealing a hidden room behind it, which Zepar beckons to him to enter. ]
[ There is a flare of white light and a sense of weightlessness the moment Jafar steps through the doorway, a moment of disorientation that someone who had ever entered a dungeon might be aware of as stepping foot into somewhere Other.
When the light fades, Zepar is still right there beside him, but they are no longer alone. Six other figures wait for them, all in varying sizes and appearances - although rather than the blue forms of their origins they once held, they all appear as Jafar would find them more familiar, in each of Sinbad's Djinn Equips.
It is Furfur who prances forward first, looking eager and excited. His grin is bright and wide in a dark-skinned face, the anters atop his head standing out from his long, dark hair. Whatever creature he'd been is one unknown to the world now, looking something between a dragon and perhaps a faun, coming forward on two legs that ended in clawed hooves, long tail lashing the air behind him as he grabs Jafar's hands and tugs him eagerly into the room. ]
[He's too stunned to think about this properly, unsure of how to even react.
Jafar recognizes each of them, the way each of their power radiates differently from each other, but even so, he knows them. The surprises last long enough for Furfur to pull him forward before his mind clicks in, and he digs his heels into the floor, pulling his hands back and looking at the Djinns bewildered.]
What's going on here?
[And what exactly does Sinbad's Djinns want with him?]
[ The warm laugh that answers is musical and feminine, a splash of colors out of the corner of his eyes as giant butterfly wings flare and close behind Vepar before she slips behind him to drape on his other shoulder, generous breasts pressed against his back, arms twining about his neck. ]
Because. [ Since she is wrapped around him, she supplies the answer for the moment, as the others eye him speculatively. She leans in to press a kiss against his cheek, her laughter soft and musical. ] Our King is very frustrated.
I don't see how that has anything to do with me. He gets frustrated every so often, anyway. [But with the way the others are looking at him, it doesn't erase the tension that builds in Jafar's shoulders since, yes, Sinbad's frustrations may very well be because of him. It's what has him moving out of Vepar's embrace, senses on alert and hoping there's escape.]
[ There is no escape. There is, however, a silver furred tail wrapped around his middle as Valefor steps up to his other side and twines around him to take Vepar's place. There is laughter in his eyes as he tugs Jafar into an embrace, limbs coated in that same soft, touchable fur. ]
He does, indeed. But lately there's been one sole cause behind it.
You suspect it's me. [It's not even a question but he does feel a chill upon feeling fur brush against him, felt even through the fabric of his robes. With a tail wrapped around his middle and Valefor wrapped around him, it's even harder to escape.
Jafar resists making a face, but the urge is there.]
[ It is Baal who gives a sharp bark of laughter this time, striding forward from where he'd been leaning against the wall to point a finger in Jafar's face. ]
We do not have to suspect. Do you think we do not know what our Master desires most? [ His expression is stern and disapproving. ] I have lent you my power so you might bring about his desires, whenever they may arise, and you have always been faithful and loyal. But now you run away and hide. You are no longer a child.
No, I'm not, but I am not here for his desires. [It's a bit of a risk to deny Baal, of all Djinns that, but Jafar isn't--he won't give into that particular desire. A semblance of what he was as a child makes itself known in his eyes, the flicker of slit pupils that Jafar has to hold back because he's not here to fight.
Not with them.]
Perhaps it's time he fixes his gaze on another. [Jafar isn't blind to Sinbad's affections, to his wants; it's simply that he would never allow himself that own privilege to give in. Then again, Jafar has never held himself in high value either, knowing of what he's done and while that attachment was fine as a child, it's not the same as an adult.
Sinbad would be better off with someone who is not Jafar.]
[ There is a cat winding its way around the back of his legs. A very large cat. With very large teeth. Although they're bared in a laugh at the moment as Crocell butts his head against Jafar's hip. ]
Listen to the little kitten. I think he thinks that's actually possible. Poor little one. You are all he's seen since he first laid eyes on you. There is no one else he wants. Not now, not ever. Hadn't you realized that yet? You humans are such short-sighted creatures. Never stopping to understand what it is right before your eyes.
Jafar can practically feel a headache building because he gets the impression these Djinns are aiming to play matchmakers. He pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, thinking about his options. Lying won't do him any good, not with these and Baal in particular would know of it as well.
Acquiescing would be the right choice here, but there's something bothering him about that. Either way, none of his options look good and he drops his hand, looking resigned.]
How long have you waited exactly to decide to talk to me about this? [Talk is a....kind term he's using here. He feels like he's being ganged up on, and he's really curious to how long they've waited before finally talking to him. Or rather, forced him to talk to them.]
[ Another laugh as Furfur takes a few steps forward, clawed hooves tapping on the stone tiles, his tail lashing behind him. ] How long? He still doesn't understand. HOw long do you think your King has desired you, little one? Shall we enlighten him, do you think, or will that just scare him away? It very nearly scared Sinbad away himself, when he first started noticing it, but that's been years now and you are a much more suitable object for his affections now. But it did make a few of his years of awakening very entertaining, to be certain.
That's just because you like to peek in on his dreams. [ Focalor's voice interrupts him as he steps forward, Baal moving aside to make room for him. he comes to a stop directly in front of Jafar, his presence commanding without him even having to do anything. he stares down at the Household Member. ] Needless to say, we have waited long enough, and as you have not seemed inclined to end this game of cat and mouse anytime soon, you have forced our hands.
[Zepar, Furfur, Vepar, Valefor, Baal, Crocell, and Focalor.
What in the name of Solomon did he do to deserve this?
No, he knows perfectly well if the way Focalor's staring down at him is of any indication. It makes him uneasy and the feeling of Valefor still wrapped around him does not help at all. Has this been going on for so long that even the Djinns felt it necessary to intervene? And here Jafar had initially thought that Pisit and Sharrkan would have made the first move.
Jafar simply presses his lips together, saying nothing because there is nothing to say. Not when it's right in his face like this, words spoken with truth that he cannot deny.]
[ Furfur leans around him then, catching his chin in a light grip that somehow still manages to be far stronger than it should. He turns Jafar's face towards him, fond amusement dancing in a golden gaze that almost perfectly reflected Sinbad's own. ]
Don't worry, precious one, this shall not hurt a bit. I promise.
[ And with that, he leans in to kiss him square on the lips.
The Djinn of Ecstasty is well-named, after all, and while the tail and scales are that of a dragon, the fur and cloven hooves of his lower hair, combined with the antlers atop his head are decidedly faun-like instead. And his kiss, when it brushes against Jafar's lips, sends a sudden blossom of warmth and pleasure washing through the slight human as if he'd suddenly been doused in the sweetest of oils. ]
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Well. Out of his reach. Deciding if he won't take action, it's about time someone does, and it just so happens, a strange quirk of magical expenditure in the aftermath of a fight with the Fallen Magi allow an opportunity that they grasp at, to see their Master's greatest wish fulfilled.
It's Zepar who comes for him first, stepping out into sight in the corridor of the palace as Jafar slips out of a meeting, apparently waiting for him. Sinbad doesn't often take this form - not without good reason, for this Djinn's powers are dangerous to reveal, but sometimes necessary. He leans against a wall, small arms crossed over his chest, and waits for the person he is here to fetch. ]
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Fortunately, his hands were freed, so he can take precautious if necessary, but it's Zepar and they're in a corridor. The screams will echo, anyway.
Steeling his shoulders, Jafar tucks his hands into his sleeves and begins walking down the hall.]
It's not often I see you take on that form.
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[ His voice is different in this form as cloven hooves carry the slight form away from the wall and tiny wings lift him into the air, bringing him to eye level with Jafar as he approaches. He grins, mischievous, and spreads his arms wide. ]
I've been waiting.
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Jafar stops when he moves, seemingly ready to flee. The grin on his master's face does not bode well with him, a sort of dread forming inside of him. He frowns, eying him warily.]
For what? Unfortunately, I do not have time. There is still some business to attend to.
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[ Dark wings flit behind him as he bobs in the air before Jafar. And then bright Rukh flows out of him to surround Jafar, wrapping around him like a warm wind, sliding over his skin like a caress, sinking into him when it makes contact.
It's not the control of an order to permanently bind his will and mind, but it is a compulsion, and a strong one, one that comes from the djinn himself, making his words seem absolute, with no room for thought or doubt. He is the Djinn of Rule and Submission, after all, and his word is to be obeyed. He waits until the light fades before giving a little somersault midair and starting to float back down the corridor. ]
Come with me. They are waiting.
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When the tiny Djinn comes up to him, Jafar jerks back, wary and unsure, but any fight he had before bleeds out of him once he feels the rukh wrap around him and sinks into him, just beneath his skin and into his mind.
The order comes and he can't resist it, drawing him in to follow Zepar down the corridor.]
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As they approach a door, one with a strange ward engraved in its surface, sealed with a five-pointed star, he dips back to drape himself against Jafar's shoulder, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek against the human's fondly. ]
Don't worry, Jafar. You have nothing to be afraid of with us.
[ And the words would carry the weight of absolute truth, as they came from his lips, after all. ]
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It doesn't take long for it to click in his mind now that this isn't exactly Sinbad beside him, but Zepar truly. However, it confuses him, unsure of how it was even remotely possible.. He didn't think the Djinns were able to come out on their own - it was usually due to the power of a Magi at work to make that happen.
Feeling Zepar nuzzle against his cheek doesn't exactly make things better either.]
What are you planning?
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Come and see, Jafar.
[ He presses a hand against the rune and it glows with Rukh before parting, allowing the door to swing open, revealing a hidden room behind it, which Zepar beckons to him to enter. ]
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But he doesn't resist, doesn't fight, and he goes to step forth into the hidden room.]
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When the light fades, Zepar is still right there beside him, but they are no longer alone. Six other figures wait for them, all in varying sizes and appearances - although rather than the blue forms of their origins they once held, they all appear as Jafar would find them more familiar, in each of Sinbad's Djinn Equips.
It is Furfur who prances forward first, looking eager and excited. His grin is bright and wide in a dark-skinned face, the anters atop his head standing out from his long, dark hair. Whatever creature he'd been is one unknown to the world now, looking something between a dragon and perhaps a faun, coming forward on two legs that ended in clawed hooves, long tail lashing the air behind him as he grabs Jafar's hands and tugs him eagerly into the room. ]
There you are. You've kept us waiting.
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[He's too stunned to think about this properly, unsure of how to even react.
Jafar recognizes each of them, the way each of their power radiates differently from each other, but even so, he knows them. The surprises last long enough for Furfur to pull him forward before his mind clicks in, and he digs his heels into the floor, pulling his hands back and looking at the Djinns bewildered.]
What's going on here?
[And what exactly does Sinbad's Djinns want with him?]
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We wanted to see you, pretty one.
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He still looks confused, unsure, and still struggling to understand—]
Why? [Jafar doesn’t even look remotely bothered about having Vepar press up against him, glancing at her before looking at the others.]
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[Jafar really doesn't like where this is going.]
I don't see how that has anything to do with me. He gets frustrated every so often, anyway. [But with the way the others are looking at him, it doesn't erase the tension that builds in Jafar's shoulders since, yes, Sinbad's frustrations may very well be because of him. It's what has him moving out of Vepar's embrace, senses on alert and hoping there's escape.]
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He does, indeed. But lately there's been one sole cause behind it.
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Jafar resists making a face, but the urge is there.]
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[ It is Baal who gives a sharp bark of laughter this time, striding forward from where he'd been leaning against the wall to point a finger in Jafar's face. ]
We do not have to suspect. Do you think we do not know what our Master desires most? [ His expression is stern and disapproving. ] I have lent you my power so you might bring about his desires, whenever they may arise, and you have always been faithful and loyal. But now you run away and hide. You are no longer a child.
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Jafar keeps his expression impassive.]
No, I'm not, but I am not here for his desires. [It's a bit of a risk to deny Baal, of all Djinns that, but Jafar isn't--he won't give into that particular desire. A semblance of what he was as a child makes itself known in his eyes, the flicker of slit pupils that Jafar has to hold back because he's not here to fight.
Not with them.]
Perhaps it's time he fixes his gaze on another. [Jafar isn't blind to Sinbad's affections, to his wants; it's simply that he would never allow himself that own privilege to give in. Then again, Jafar has never held himself in high value either, knowing of what he's done and while that attachment was fine as a child, it's not the same as an adult.
Sinbad would be better off with someone who is not Jafar.]
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Listen to the little kitten. I think he thinks that's actually possible. Poor little one. You are all he's seen since he first laid eyes on you. There is no one else he wants. Not now, not ever. Hadn't you realized that yet? You humans are such short-sighted creatures. Never stopping to understand what it is right before your eyes.
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Jafar can practically feel a headache building because he gets the impression these Djinns are aiming to play matchmakers. He pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, thinking about his options. Lying won't do him any good, not with these and Baal in particular would know of it as well.
Acquiescing would be the right choice here, but there's something bothering him about that. Either way, none of his options look good and he drops his hand, looking resigned.]
How long have you waited exactly to decide to talk to me about this? [Talk is a....kind term he's using here. He feels like he's being ganged up on, and he's really curious to how long they've waited before finally talking to him. Or rather, forced him to talk to them.]
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That's just because you like to peek in on his dreams. [ Focalor's voice interrupts him as he steps forward, Baal moving aside to make room for him. he comes to a stop directly in front of Jafar, his presence commanding without him even having to do anything. he stares down at the Household Member. ] Needless to say, we have waited long enough, and as you have not seemed inclined to end this game of cat and mouse anytime soon, you have forced our hands.
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What in the name of Solomon did he do to deserve this?
No, he knows perfectly well if the way Focalor's staring down at him is of any indication. It makes him uneasy and the feeling of Valefor still wrapped around him does not help at all. Has this been going on for so long that even the Djinns felt it necessary to intervene? And here Jafar had initially thought that Pisit and Sharrkan would have made the first move.
Jafar simply presses his lips together, saying nothing because there is nothing to say. Not when it's right in his face like this, words spoken with truth that he cannot deny.]
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Don't worry, precious one, this shall not hurt a bit. I promise.
[ And with that, he leans in to kiss him square on the lips.
The Djinn of Ecstasty is well-named, after all, and while the tail and scales are that of a dragon, the fur and cloven hooves of his lower hair, combined with the antlers atop his head are decidedly faun-like instead. And his kiss, when it brushes against Jafar's lips, sends a sudden blossom of warmth and pleasure washing through the slight human as if he'd suddenly been doused in the sweetest of oils. ]
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