<div class="floatright">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/Jafar.jpg)</div><strong>[Jafar]<br/>[A City of Ever After]<br/>Tagging:Brom Bones</strong><br/><br/>Brom's attempt at trickery had been noticed even before now, but as he pressed his luck, Jafar smiled wickedly, glad that the man was walking ahead of them and would not see the expression until it was too late. If he wanted to see a genie's power, he would show him. Quite happily.<br/><br/><strong>"Well master, when your on top-"</strong>suddenly, there was no road beneath Brom's feet. No city around him with it's bustle and it's noise. No scent of pigeon crap and stale vomit. No baking bread and burning forges. No whore's catcalls, no merchant's pitches, not even the barking of a single hound.<br/><br/>Nothing but open, empty sky.<br/><br/>Brom could see almost all of the Kingdoms of Ever After stretching from one end of the horizon to the next, spread out beneath him. Though, doubtless, he was far more concerned by the fact, that without a road to walk on, he was falling. Falling, falling out of control, the only thing that wasn't sky between him and the ground was a handful of insubstantial clouds.<br/><br/>Suddenly Jafar appeared beside him, back in his red-skinned genie form, legs a calmly waving wisp of black smoke. Arms crossed and a cruel, arrogant yellow grin spread across his wicked features. He moved at the same speed, remaining level with the tumbling man, but not close enough to reach.<br/><br/><strong>"- <em>EVERYTHING</em> IS BENEATH YOU! HA HAHAHAHA!</strong>he finished his sentence in a yell, his voice managing to boom even over the whistle of the wind whipping past Brom's ears.