<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/>Jafar chose not to mention his... limited experience as a genie. Sadly the rules he spouted were simply things he understood now, as much as he knew he did not have to eat or drink to survive any longer. It had not even been a year since he had been tricked into the transformation, and the reminder irked him, as unintentional as it was.<br/><br/><strong>"You would be the first <em>master</em>. Though I must say, I respect the man who can put aside that which he desires most. A very wise, if miserable man you must be. Lonely too, I'm sure." </strong>he let the last sentence drag out, especially the last word, taunting the Brom.<strong>"Now, is there anything you desire of me <em>master</em>? Or shall I leave you to ruminate upon the infinite list of possibilities that lie before you?"</strong>he seemed bored already, and while the lamp was not the most comfortable place, he reasoned it must smell a good degree less like urine and vomit than this alleyway. Though he was sure, the wet stink of the air might just be a local trait, one he did not relish.<br/><br/>