<div class="floatright">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/Jafar.jpg)</div><strong>[Jafar]<br/>[A lonely tower in a dark forest / Prince Charming's Castle Balcony]<br/>Tagging:Brom Bones, Cinderella</strong><br/><br/><em>"I wish to be with that girl and I want not to be disturbed while I'm with her."</em><br/><br/>The wish was not so grand that it inspired Jafar to turn it against Brom, but an odd form of cruelty occurred to him.<br/>If he gave Brom power, freedom, he could offer the small-minded fool enough rope to hang himself.<br/>The idea... had merit.<br/><br/><strong>"One fantastical evening alone with a fair maiden, coming right up."</strong>he chuckled darkly, and began to weave his hands, golden and red magic swirling around them.<strong>"Now no princess, no matter how arrogant, is going to want to run away with <em>you</em>."</strong>Jafar laughed a little, enjoying taunting Brom even as he prepared a generous wish for him.<strong>" A daring storybook rogue however..."</strong>the genie threw a fireball at Brom's chest, but it exploded in hot smoke around him, and when he looked down, the change was stark. Instead of an exceptional man from an unexceptional village, he appeared to be a dashing ne'er do well. Black leather boots, and silken shirt, he cut the striking figure of a charming pirate, not from some child's fantasy, but the stories of the brigand with a heart of a gold, the dreamy antihero.<br/><br/><strong>"Hmm now, if anyone <em>does</em> interrupt, you will need to be able to handle them..."</strong>Jafar spun a wild ball of magic on one finger as he stroked his dark beard.<strong>"Ah ha!"</strong>grabbing up some of the loose energy, another blast fired at Brom, this one doing much the same as the first, but instead struck his hips with the force of a gentle shove, and the heat of a harsh summer day. Silver buckled black leather tied itself around his hips, a silvered scabbard holding an incredibly elegant and deadly sword at his side. Perfectly balanced, and as beautiful as it was deadly, though the genie decided not to elaborate on it's particular... unique properties.<br/><br/><strong>"Now then... you are fortunate my dear <em>master</em>, that my mood is generous."</strong>he began to craft an image in the sky above them, a wicked grin on his lips.<strong>"I do hope that you dream bigger in your next wish, but let this be a lesson to you, and observe the power that I can command!"</strong>As the shape took form, the grandness of the genie's 'generosity' became clear.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In the twilight around the Castle, the sounds of servants and noblefolk going about their business murmured quietly up to the balcony where a Princess stood, staring at the sky wistfully. But a strange sound began to hum through the air, and it built louder and louder, a warm thrumming of power. Then it appeared, backlit by the moon, and it's course curving around one tall Castle spire.<br/><br/>An airship.<br/><br/>As though from stories, a wooden hulled ship, carried aloft by an impossible balloon of heavily patched leather, two strange fans on either side giving it surprising speed and maneuverability. It rivaled the galleons of the sea, and the cannon hatches of a proper ship of war could be seen. The magnificent ship turned and slowed, finally coming to a stop with it's deck parralel to the vast balcony of the castle. The ropes seemed to anchor themselves to the pillars of the balcony, and a boarding ramp dropped down to allow passage to the ship.<br/><br/>Aboard the ship, Jafar smiled at Brom Bones, their arrival as sudden to him as to the guards of the palace below them. Brom was hanging from the ropes tethering the balloon to the ship, the deck a few feet below him.<br/><br/><strong>"You have all the tools you need to whisk the fair maiden away <em>master</em>. I would advise embracing your role, and seeing if that is enough to take her with you."</strong>the genie offered no further instruction, suggestion, or help, only a cruel grin as he shifted his own appearance, becoming a gruff and silent old man, shuffling over to the ship's wheel to await his 'Captain's' orders.<br/>