3 Wishes: A Djinn and her Master (w CaedmonEries)
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				Title: <strong>3 Wishes: A Djinn and her Master (w CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 01:59:18</strong>
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				Andrew lived a pretty normal life, school, work, school, work, school, work, party and repeat. The school part wasn’t too bad, three-quarters of the way through a business degree at Georgetown University and a healthy social life, when he had time, kept him satisfied. For work, Andrew worked overnight at the Smithsonian Institute organizing artifacts, it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do but it paid well enough that he could stay off campus and afford to have a drink or two on the weekends that he didn’t have to work and at this point in his life, that’s really all he asked for.<br><br>Unfortunately for Andrew, this wasn’t one of those weekends where he would be bar hopping, instead, he pulled on his favorite pair of black jeans and his old converses. Andrew navigated his small apartment, heading to the bathroom and examined himself in the mirror. He always considered himself to be a pretty average guy, average height of around 5’10 and an average build. A word to describe him would be forgettable but, Andrew was okay with that because he really couldn’t change it. The young student splashed water on his face, no need to get into those depressing thoughts right now because he had a long night of work ahead of himself. After pulling on a slightly too small white tee shirt and pinning his name tag on it, he pulled on his museum jacket and was off.<br><br>Just as Andrew made it to the metro, he checked his watch, 11:38, and sighed gently, he couldn’t afford to be late again. Impatiently, Drew tapped his tennis shoe against the hard train floor. Chances are his boss wouldn’t be there but when she was, she was an evil old hag that liked to inspect every little thing that he did and punctuality was huge for her. In response, Andrew was nearly always on time for work. Luckily for him The Smithsonian had its own metro stop. As the train came to a stop and the doors opened with a ding, Andrew jogged off of the train, crossed the street into the main building and headed quickly down into the depths of the basement where new artifacts were sorted.<br><br>A few hours into his shift, Andrew realized just how boring this job actually was. One day, he wouldn’t have to do this. One day, he would be running a business, maybe giving some of the items to the museum to be place in prominent locations with his name in big gold lettering. <em>Egyptians, Roman, Greco-Roman, blah blah blah</em> he thought to himself before moving to a pile of things that looked as if they were from the middle east and grabbed as many of them as possible to take into the middle east room. As he did so, Andrew didn’t quite pick his foot up far enough to clear some kind of ceremonial pole and quickly came crashing down in a barrage of clanking metal and scattering of beads.<br><br>“Fucking, stupid shit.” Andrew muttered as he felt a stinging pain in his right calf and the warm and unwelcome feeling of blood slowly leaking down his left arm.<br><br>“Ahhh. Shit.” He quickly pulled his jacket off, trying not to get it bloody and as he did so, his right arm rubbed his calf where the pain had originated. Little did he know, as he did so, his forearm rubbed gently back and forth across an old dusty looking bottle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Wishes: A Djinn and her Master (w CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 02:26:09</strong>
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				<em>”But Master, you'd promised...” The four words left her lips and she knew well enough, had known well enough that he had no intention of freeing her from the bottle.&nbsp; She'd known since he'd cast his second wish and she'd granted it.&nbsp; She'd seen the greed in his eyes, and ultimately had no choice but to slither back into the bottle in a plume of pale emerald smoke. <br><br>The wish granted, the bottle no longer in the former Master's possession and he'd been unable to free her from the prison and merely subjected her to many more years within the confines of the bottle.&nbsp; She wondered how long it would be this time until someone accidentally rubbed the bottle to grant her another term of servitude.&nbsp; <br><br>She wondered if eventually she would come across a decent Master who would actually free her from the bottle.&nbsp; Allow her to have the freedoms of living life without answering to another person...or being stuck within the bottle once more until it was passed on by chance or accident to another Master.</em><br><br>Mind-numbing boredom.&nbsp; <br><br>Life was simply filled with absolutely nothing save for once again looking over the amount of trinkets that filled the interior of her bottle.&nbsp; Everything had been methodically organized and was stored just as she wished.&nbsp; There was something small from all of her past Masters.&nbsp; There were some that she enjoyed more than others.&nbsp; There are many that she prayed no longer walked the earth.&nbsp; <br><br>She had no idea how long she'd been trapped within the bottle this time.&nbsp; No idea where she would end up when someone finally laid claim to the prison she'd come to call home.&nbsp; Time was a slow progressing thing within the confines of that enchanted bottle and it only showed its true length when she finally was sprung to begin answering the wishes and desires of whatever Master had summoned her.&nbsp; <br><br>She had mastered languages over the years...though to be honest, as a creature of magic she could speak whatever language she wished without actively trying.&nbsp; Though, she'd found that she very much liked the sound of English when she came across Masters that spoke it.&nbsp; <br><br>A tremor moved through the bottle, barely noticeable to the already distracted young man whose forearm is currently rubbing against the surface of the dusty bottle.&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps he was also too distracted to notice the slow, snaking trail of smoke that slithered from the mouth of that bottle.&nbsp; Slowly started to pool near the bottom of the crate that it rested in, and continued an upward spiraling before it ultimately faded leaving the perfect form of a woman standing there. <br><br>“Greetings Master,”&nbsp; the voice, soft and sultry as it slipped free of her lips.&nbsp; It would no doubt further startle the injured man.&nbsp; She had no idea what century it was, what time it was, or more importantly how this man would act now that he knew she was there.&nbsp; <br><br>Bare feet rested lightly upon the floor.&nbsp; The red skirt flowed effortlessly around her frame and the top did nothing to hide the swell of bust.&nbsp; Crimson bands around her biceps glimmered faintly in the light.&nbsp; She wore bracelets that settled at her wrists as her hands smoothed down at her sides.&nbsp; Dark hair framed expressive features, and olive skin seemed to glow with a radiance that couldn't be achieved beneath the fluorescent lights in the basement room.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Djinn</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/66/25/fe/6625feae0c1294fce9372d1ab77b1f84.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Wishes: A Djinn and her Master (w CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>05-03-2016, 00:22:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;Andrew never noticed the smoky trail that was coming out of the bottle. He was too focused, now that his jacket had been removed, on trying to stop the flow of blood. Unfortunately, he was ill prepared for the task and ended up with nothing more than a bloody tshirt. It wasn’t until the sultry words reached his ears did Andrew notice that he was no longer alone. Startled, Andrew jumped and spun around as quickly as he could. His eyes couldn’t quite register what was happening through the smoke that had almost magically appeared. His eyes traveled over the young, oddly dressed, woman in front of him. <br><br>“Master?” He repeated as his gaze became stuck in one or two inappropriate places. The girl was dressed like she was going to some sort of Halloween party, not a night in the museum. <em>This has to be a trick.</em> Andrew thought as he shamelessly dabbed at his bloody cut with his shirt. Nobody else was working tonight, at least not in this area of the museum, so who had let her in? Whoever had set this up had did a wonderful job with her costume. It looked silk, the coins that dangled looked to be real and her body, well, let’s just say the outfit was well fitted.<br><br>“Very funny, Miss. I don’t know who put you up to this but you’re not allowed to be here.” Andrew raised his hand to stop her from talking. He was already aware of what came next, anyone who saw Aladdin was as well.<br><br>“Before you do it, I know, three wishes, blah blah blah.” Andrew was clearly not in a playful mood. He made his way to the girl and placed one hand on her bare back, his skin electrifying at the touch of her. <em>Fuck, she’s hot.</em> He thought as he nudged her toward the door. <br><br>“I wish for a never ending supply of cash, until you can do that, I need you to leave.” Andrew turned and began to rearrange the multiply items that had fallen. Luckily for him, he hadn’t gotten blood on any of them and nothing appeared to be damaged. Still, it was a pain in the ass to have to pick everything up but that was his job, and this was his fault, so he went to it without complaint. He thought nothing of the girl, assuming she would take her leave as instructed, as he began humming one of his favorite songs. The nights were always long and singing seemed to be the only way to get through them.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Wishes: A Djinn and her Master (w CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>05-03-2016, 17:29:52</strong>
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				She stood, watching him as he attempted to staunch the flow of blood from the cut and only managed to end up bloodying his t-shirt.&nbsp; She expected the startled expression across his features, however, his words, bearing a touch of a harsh sting to them made a frown mar her features.&nbsp; <br><br>A faint smirk danced upon her lips at his three wishes, blah, blah, blah that came before she could even begin to speak further.&nbsp; Then his hand touched her and she felt that surge of electricity that danced along the edges of her nerves and instantly snapped her gaze upward to the man who was nudging her toward the door.&nbsp; Would he truly be different than her other Masters?&nbsp; The touch alone was a sign that things were different, perhaps he would be the one to break her free from the bond of the bottle.&nbsp; <br><br>Ah, greed it was always the first on the list of wishes.&nbsp; It mattered not if her Master was male or female, that first wish was always about the acquisition of money, never-ending...but was such a thing possible?&nbsp; With a genie's magic, nearly anything was possible.&nbsp; Though, his wish had come with a dismissal...she couldn't leave the building, not unless the bottle was carried from it and she had to go where it went - it was how things worked. <br><br>"I cannot leave this building, not unless the bottle I came from is removed from these walls.&nbsp; However, your wish I can grant, Master."&nbsp; The words flowed effortlessly from those darkly stained lips.&nbsp; It would take but a moment, and should his wallet be in his back pocket, to feel it perhaps swell just a bit with the increase of bills that now filled it.&nbsp; He would, should he pay enough attention the cut on his arm would be healed, and the bloodstains on his shirt fade.&nbsp; That was done as a goodwill gesture, the wish not needed. <br><br>She would withdraw her bottle from the pile of things he was sorting through.&nbsp; By the time he turned around, she would be leaning against the desk in the area where he was working.&nbsp; Bottle held in the palm of her hands, waiting for his reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Wishes: A Djinn and her Master (w CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 01:46:34</strong>
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