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Are you there, Genie? It's me, Urd. [Completed]
Character(s): Urd, Genie
Content: Urd finally returns to her original form!
Setting: Urd's house in zone M6.
Time: Week 23, sunset
Warnings: None.
"What're you lookin' at?" Urd grumbled at the feline lumen that was presently glaring at her from across the living room. Thanks to the nearly empty bottle of booze on its side next to her on the floor, she spoke with a slur, her face flushed. She glared back at the lumen, affectionately dubbed Poncho by Genie, before sighing and flopping on to her back to watch the dimming light of sunset travel over the ceiling. As for Poncho, he rested his head on his paws, curled up on the back of a chair, still watching the goddess warily. They'd settled into an uneasy truce, but it was doubtful that they'd ever really like each other.
She'd been in this form too long. True, she was still able to accomplish things even without her powers and it had even been a little fun for awhile. But there were two things that made her anxious to get back to normal -- the first, of course, was the knowledge that the object of her feelings didn't even seem to care one way or the other that she'd been turned into a child. Every time Genie called her adorable and treated her like a beloved little sister, Urd felt her heart clench...though it was nice to be the recipient of his attention no matter what the circumstances.
The second, arguably more important concern was that there were battles ahead and she needed to be at full power. She could feel that quiet, inexorable pull of fate and destiny guiding them all to one direction and it was about time she had a stronger hand in it. Larxene returning, new worlds opening up, to say nothing of all the mortals that needed firm and divine guidance from yours truly! There were things to deal with!
Urd closed her eyes and sighed again, the very picture of melancholy. The Doctor had been a fascinating character to visit, no doubt. Unfortunately, she'd returned with his autograph for Genie and not much else. There was no immediate fix. She had to wait on Genie. After all, the situation was complicated and even for a djinn, there could be no easy out. But Urd wasn't patient even on her best days and now, she was in a full-fledged pout that not even Yorda or Neirenn could get her out of.
"S'not fair..." she whispered, eyes still closed. On the chair, Poncho's ears twitched.
Content: Urd finally returns to her original form!
Setting: Urd's house in zone M6.
Time: Week 23, sunset
Warnings: None.
"What're you lookin' at?" Urd grumbled at the feline lumen that was presently glaring at her from across the living room. Thanks to the nearly empty bottle of booze on its side next to her on the floor, she spoke with a slur, her face flushed. She glared back at the lumen, affectionately dubbed Poncho by Genie, before sighing and flopping on to her back to watch the dimming light of sunset travel over the ceiling. As for Poncho, he rested his head on his paws, curled up on the back of a chair, still watching the goddess warily. They'd settled into an uneasy truce, but it was doubtful that they'd ever really like each other.
She'd been in this form too long. True, she was still able to accomplish things even without her powers and it had even been a little fun for awhile. But there were two things that made her anxious to get back to normal -- the first, of course, was the knowledge that the object of her feelings didn't even seem to care one way or the other that she'd been turned into a child. Every time Genie called her adorable and treated her like a beloved little sister, Urd felt her heart clench...though it was nice to be the recipient of his attention no matter what the circumstances.
The second, arguably more important concern was that there were battles ahead and she needed to be at full power. She could feel that quiet, inexorable pull of fate and destiny guiding them all to one direction and it was about time she had a stronger hand in it. Larxene returning, new worlds opening up, to say nothing of all the mortals that needed firm and divine guidance from yours truly! There were things to deal with!
Urd closed her eyes and sighed again, the very picture of melancholy. The Doctor had been a fascinating character to visit, no doubt. Unfortunately, she'd returned with his autograph for Genie and not much else. There was no immediate fix. She had to wait on Genie. After all, the situation was complicated and even for a djinn, there could be no easy out. But Urd wasn't patient even on her best days and now, she was in a full-fledged pout that not even Yorda or Neirenn could get her out of.
"S'not fair..." she whispered, eyes still closed. On the chair, Poncho's ears twitched.
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She slammed open the door to her bedroom and closed it just as roughly. The stone was still warm. Urd smiled down at the Mickey Mouse-shaped moon stone, gently setting it on her bed. If it worked, Genie had probably saved her life. She took of her clothes, folding them carefully and affectionately -- she didn't want to ruin them, after all. Finally, she took the stone back in her hands.
Urd lowered her head, eyes closed. The usual white glow surrounded her as she used the stability of the stone to access her own internal goddess program. Her limbs began to stretch, her torso lengthening and developing the curves she was so proud of. She arched her back and sighed in relief as she finished growing. It worked...it worked!
She moved away from the bed to her full-length mirror to check herself out. Yes, everything looked normal here... Her eyes were suddenly caught by the dress hanging up on the wall beside the mirror. A small, gentle smile curving her lips, she took down the dress and ran her fingers over the fabric. Genie had repaired her favorite dress after all and she hadn't even noticed. And knowing him, he'd done it by hand even though he probably could have blinked and it'd be done.
She put it on quickly, buttoning it up but leaving the slit over her legs. She tugged the shoulders down a little and smoothed the fabric down over her stomach. Urd grinned and turned quickly to head back down to the kitchen.
"How do I look?" she asked mildly as she appeared at the entrance to the kitchen. One hand was resting on the door jamb, the other on her hip. Her expression had been schooled into careful neutrality.