paixaorpg | A Drop In The Bucket [Active]

Character(s): Genie and Jafar
Content: ~~Genie convinces Jafar to join the good side so they can combine their magical powahs and save teh day~~ The two have a reunion that makes your high school one look like the hippest thing since flared jeans.
Setting: The Glass Bonsai [G5]
Time: Week 6, Evening
Warnings: None

Genie had been surprised by the Jafar’s decision to meet. He imagined the sorcerer wanted nothing to do with him other than use his power for himself. However, that didn’t appear the case this time in particular – at least Genie thought so. Jafar appeared to have his eyes set on obtaining something else, something the djinn was not sure of. That was even more worrisome than the thought of being used by the man, if not dangerous. Jafar himself was trouble enough, knowing he had joined Maleficent and Hades’ was just… Well, it was very unsettling. None the less, he still wished to speak with the man regarding Agrabah and the time in which he had had left it.

It was entirely possible that they had come to Paixao from different points in time, he knew that. Jafar appeared to have no memory of being in possession of the lamp while he knew he had sealed the sorcerer away in the Cave of Wonders. At least until ‘The Return of Jafar’, but that wasn’t important. Last he had seen Jafar he had been an incredibly powerful genie, and if by some unfortunate chance he had escaped the cave and was a genie, Paixao was in far more trouble than imaginable.

Examining one of the mysterious items he had plucked from the pawn shops shelves, the genie waited patiently for Jafar’s arrival. He wondered if it’d of been appropriate to wear some sort of disguise or at least bring the man a fruit basket for taking time out of his supposed busy schedule to speak with him. Of course, all the fruit would contain some sort of insect in them if not completely rotten inside. This was Jafar, and he was still a villain regardless if they were Agrabah or not.

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In all honesty, Jafar was just as surprised as the Genie that they were meeting. He'd not expected the meddlesome fool to call for a meeting - he rather thought the djinn would avoid him. They were not, to put it lightly, on the best of terms.

Nonetheless, Jafar arrived at the Glass Bonsai, demeanor staid as ever. The Genie would be difficult to miss, and it did not take long to spot him.

"Good evening." The cool greeting implied it was anything but.

“Now, now, Mister Grumpy Gills.” Genie greeted the sorcerer in return, lips puckered similar to a fish as he drew near Jafar’s face, so close that if he got any closer he’d certainly be kissing the man. “Aren’t you happy to see me again? I bet you missed me. I bet you did!”

He pinched Jafar’s cheeks lovingly, speaking in a particularly annoying tone that one would to a baby or animal.

It took only fractions of a second for Jafar to whip his staff up and around and smack it down hard across the Genie's arms. "Oh, yes," he replied with as much flat sarcasm as he could muster (which was a good bit). "The lack of violation of my personal space was sorely noticed." If the Genie touched him again, the next blow would likely be to his face.

Genie winced, sucking in air through his teeth when struck by Jafar’s staff. He immediately retreated after this, waving his arms in the air briefly as though it would sooth sting. “Sorely noted alright!” he agreed. “That’s quite the arm you got.”

He brought his arms back down and inspected them for a moment, curious whether or not they would bruise before he tsked disappointedly at the sorcerer. “Never did play well with others, did you? I promise I won’t get the robes dirty. I can tell they were just dry-cleaned.”

"Thank you," Jafar replied silkily, idly stroking the head of his staff. "I do try." Namely on the less fortunate and more annoying.

He was tempted to try it again as the Genie prattled on. "Did you have a point?" he inquired flatly in the pause between sentences.

How predictable, straight to business. The genie folded his arms across his chest and pouted. Jafar never could appreciate a good sense of humour. Genie doubted he was into games either unless they followed his own rules or those that would certainly play in his favour.

“Spoilsport.” He huffed, looking away from the man for a moment before speaking again. “I just wanted to ask you a few things, is that too much to ask? Why do you always have to be so mean to me?! All I ever did was love you!” the djinn began to loudly weep, reaching for the sorcerers robes to blow his nose. “I slave, and I slave, but nothing is ever good enough for you! Charles, I want a divorce!”

Oh, Jafar could certainly appreciate a sense of humor; he simply didn't consider Genie's to be good.

He rolled his eyes in exasperation as the Genie started again, talking without cease and seemingly without a point. He pried one of the Genie's hands off him with two fingers, a look of unmitigated disgust on his face. He was quickly beginning to wonder just why he put up with any of this. "Then I suggest you take that up with Charles."

Suddenly Genie sighed, his face showing no signs of his previous tears. Very well, he would he would be good. But only until he got the answers he was looking for, after that he could annoy the sorcerer to his heart’s content. If he were to continue down this path the djinn was most certain Jafar would either leave or give him a good beating with his staff before proceeding to leave. He rubbed his head at the thought.

“Fiiiine, we’ll do this the boring way and just get it over with. Some people…” Levitating at eye level with the man, Genie rested his chin in his hand and eyed him carefully. “I called this little reunion curious in regards to the time in which you were pulled from before arriving in Paixao. I am suspicious, and at this point convinced, that our times do not coincide.”

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