<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/>The powerful genie knew that this commoner held most of the power in the situation, which naturally bothered him, but Jafar sensed opportunity. The young man was clearly not a complete fool, and was appropriately... humble.<br/><br/>"Indeed I am Jafar. You Brom Bones, are a lucky man indeed." with a wave of one hand, a black smoke swirled around the genie, which burst and dissipated to reveal a radical shift. A thin man stood before Brom, wearing clothes very similar to his own but better fit to a thinner frame, the man had an angular face and dark eyes. His goatee was curled and wicked, and long black hair was slicked back.<br/><br/>"You can now make three wishes. Specifically, you must say 'Genie, I wish' before naming your desires. You may<em>not</em>wish for more wishes, or trick me into giving you more than your three. I also cannot raise the dead, or force anyone to fall in love with you." he looked bored as he listed the limitations.<br/><br/>"But beyond that, you are only limited by what you can imagine." he smiled at this however. "I will give you exactly what you wish for, so do not make a wish in haste<em>master</em>." the way he dragged the word out it was clear that it was not a term of respect, at least, coming from him. Whoever this common man was, at least he was no highborn, arrogant shit, and that already improved his lot in Jafar's estimation. He was still frustrated to be pulled away from such a potentially enjoyable sight as the massive beast ravishing his mistress... but he would just have to extract the memories from the critter later. Or at least, get his enjoyment elsewhere. Sooner rather than later, but the restrictions on his new form were such, that he would just have to take advantage of any opportunity provided by his master's wishes.