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Date Posted: 14:48:18 01/11/02 Fri
Author: Sarosh the Genie
Subject: Aren't YOU the lucky one!
In reply to: Ravin 's message, "Finder's keepers" on 13:58:41 01/11/02 Fri

When Ravin rubbed the flask, trying to clean the accumulated grime from years of neglect, Serosh felt as if someone had come to wake him up. Or he would have, if he’d had experiences that sort of sensation before. The waking process for the D’Jinn was different then that of a mortal creature, since they didn‘t exactly have the same sort of lifestyle. His essence, that of sand and fire, was stored in the flask and went though a rather complicated transformation, rather then just ‘sleeping‘ the way a mortal creature would.

The handkerchief which Ravin had been using to clean the flask caught fire as if it were a volatile substance. Reflexively, the thief dropped the handkerchief to keep from burning his hand. Despite the near instant combustion of the cloth, the burning continued even after touching the sane, as if it being sustained by fuel. Even as the Thief’s mind might have begun to wonder about the fire, the sand around the him began to blow, creating a small (but impressive) mini-sandstorm, carrying bits of the still burning handkerchief with it.

It took a moment , but the fire and swirling sand took a human shape. Or mostly human. There was a touch of wild and fire to humanish creature that stood, arms resting casually behind its head, giving Ravin a once-over appraisal, but still managing to look disinterested and slightly bored.

Despite his outward appearance, Serosh was glad to be in a corporeal shape again, and was more then interested in the man who stood before him. There really was nothing like being able to stretch all the way to one’s fingertips, even if those fingertips had been created. There was something comfortable about being confined to one shape, in flesh, rather then fire and sand. He wondered idly how long he had been asleep in his lamp, and once he saw the man, he wondered about him, too. The man who had woken him up wasn’t particularly… well, he wasn’t what Serosh had been expecting. The usual sort who summoned the D’Jinn were peasants who wanted to be princes, or little urchin girls who stole the lamp from a collector… Could the man have just found his lamp?! Serosh highly doubted that. No one just ‘happened’ upon a ‘genie’s’ lamp! Those were stories told by parents to poor and stupid children to give them hope that they might someday be more then peasants or murdered in the streets for spare change…

The creature standing before Ravin was nothing short of perfection, at least, so he thought. He had created his body with perfection in mind, although he had never been able to quite decide upon a single sex… Instead, he had taken the best features of both male and female and combined them in what he had decided was perfection. The result, to others, was general confusion.

“Well?” Serosh asked, becoming a bit cranky. “I suppose I should make this clear. You’ve found me, I’m D’Jinn, but you’re in for a disappointment. Make a wish, and you’ll see what I mean.”

Even the genie’s voice was somewhere in between that of a mane and woman. Soft, warm and velvety which did not help the confusion. The Genie had the facial features and delicate bone structure of a woman, but his body leaned more towards a male. He was tallish, but not too tall to be a woman, and lean but with a softness about him. Of course, that in itself was a bit difficult to tell, because of the rich robes he wore. The man, although he wasn’t really a man, was dressed in bright reds, gold and brown. Two long peacock feathers hung from his shoulders like rather useless wings, and his hair, multicoloured in hues of fire was piled and decorated with red beads, bits of feather and gold jewels, the way a princess‘ might be. All in all, he thought himself to be rather splendid, impressive and most importantly ethereal. Most, and unknown to him, were just confused and a little bit uncertain by the clashing and contradicting appearance of male and female.

Waiting for the man to make his first wish (and be horribly disappointed when he said ‘No”) he eyed an ugly flask in his hands. “Where did you put my lamp? Did you finish cleaning it, because I won’t live in filth…”

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