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located in Yokokawa, a part of Your Wish is My Command || Remake, one of the many universes on RPG.

Yokokawa

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Character Portrait: Ueno Jun Character Portrait: Minomake Konduklein
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ImageImageIt is dark enough outside that one can still see the stars and the moon, presenting Jun's favorite sort of night sky, had she been awake. For the moment, however, she is fast asleep, as she usually is at this time, and everything about her is very much the same as well. Save, of course, for a new addition to her small library of reference books, purchased from an antique shop that was strange to the girl, who knows the rest of the town like a sailor knows the constellations. That, and another item acquired from the same store, one which stands out quite a bit more than the book: an old lava lamp on her bedside table. Were Jun a lighter sleeper, the gradual brightening of the lamp might have awoken her. However, she has inherited her father's sleeping habits in that nothing short of a passing train can wake the girl up, and remains blissfully unaware of the bizarre changes of the lamp. That is, until a steadily growing crack in the lamp finally brings the entire thing to shatter, and a piece of glass slices past the girl's cheek. Even she must be disturbed by a something that stings so much. In an immediate jerky movement, she is upright, looking at the glass all over her floor and bed. Perhaps the small cut on her face is far more minor than the alternative could have been.

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Silence and darkness. Those were the main two focal points of his existence. It was almost as if he didn't exist, for all the good it did him. If he hadn't had some semblance of consciousness, then indeed the lava lamp might have been just that- a lava lamp. It wasn't entire silence, no, it just seemed like silence as he was accustomed to the noise of the blobs within the ooze of the lamp popping and splurching together in dull sound. So it was quite the shock when that normal existence was suddenly disturbed by a growing chill within, though externally it was simply the lamp growing in brightness. And then there was the loud crack, slowly zigzagging up the base of the glass in muted slashes- much like an iceburg slowly deconstructing and splitting into different pieces.

In a magnificent crescendo that would go unnoticed by those within the room, the glass finally lost its integrity, shattering loudly into a thousand different pieces, glass flying this way and that from the force of a genie being created. The wall that was mere inches from the disaster received the brunt of the blow. Sharp little fragments stuck into the wall, though only half a centimeter deep. It would be easy enough to remove them. A mysterious silhouette had appeared with this event, appearance and person rather hidden by the darkness that surrounded the room. A sharp pain resonated within his head, and a hand quickly shot up to cradle the side of it. Minomake groaned, his body automatically trying to shift to prop up the upper half of his body. He was the essence of what had just occurred. Strangely enough though, with the mini disaster that now lay splattered against the floor, glass shards and ooze everywhere, not a single bit seemed to cling to Amino's form.

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The young man --he seems about her age?-- before Jun may be busy dealing with some apparent pain caused by the explosion and his appearance, but Jun is quite free to stare at him with no small amount of confusion. At first, her jaw drops open, giving her the stupid expression of some of the fish that live in the ocean only a mile or so from her home. This seems to indicate that a scream is on the horizon, but the girl manages, with clear difficulty, to swallow it. Did he just come- "From the lamp?"
disorganized as her mind currently is, as it often is to be honest, Jun's thoughts become vocalized words midway through. Her physical gestures make clear her confliction on the matter, as she leans forward from the bed to get a better look, but her hands grip the side of it so that she cannot be pulled away. Perhaps growing up roughhousing with her elder brothers gives her the confidence not to immediately call the authorities, but more likely it is that she is still half stupid with shock.

With the silence following the explosion, Jun can't help but to feel as though this strange entrance is lacking somewhat. The lack of action makes it seem entirely, well, anticlimactic. This allows her to relax by a few degrees, though she does not move from her position of perceived safety on the bed. "Quite an entrance-- who are you?"

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Mino may not have been paying attention at first- too occupied by his own appearance to give a thought towards anyone else possibly being there as well. It should have occurred to him, as he was a genie and had some basic knowledge, but he was too sluggish and disoriented at that moment- but he was not so absorbed with his current dilemma as to miss the words that broke the silence of the room. His head jerked up, eyes suddenly flashing open and hand dropping to the ground to form a fist with his other one. A hostile appearance flickered across his face, though it was probably missed as the girl across the room would most likely be rather consumed with the notion of his eyes. His right eye, a dull gold, provided a slight luminescence to the room- but ever so dim and hardly a remarkable thing, at least when compared to his left one. A blood red orb, glowing brightly in the darkness except for the center of it, the pupil, which was a black darker than the surrounding area, took center stage and thus demanded all attention.

But the range of light was diminished quickly, as Minomake's eyes narrowed harshly. He quickly shuffled backwards until his back hit the wall, palms scuffing over sharp glass shards and creating small cuts and gashes as he went. Confused, disoriented, and feeling as though there were a threat to his person, thus was the reason he reacted in this way. He didn't really seem to notice the pain in his hand, as he was so focused on the figure of the girl on the bed. Her question as to who he was resulted in a deep frown and he was about to answer in a sharp, sarcastic manner when he remembered his purpose.

There was a light grunt of frustration before he answered her, eyes still narrowed and facial expression altogether none too happy. "Minomake," His tone was short and rough, obviously displeased about this whole situation and grudging every second of it, "A being of magical properties, a genie if you will, apparently." He did not deign to even look at her as he spoke, rather glaring down at the floor and the globs of lava lamp that lay scattered about, digging his nails into the floorboard. This was strange, even he could admit it, and none of it was pleasant. Well hey, maybe he had gotten a reasonable master who wouldn't drag him about and perhaps they would leave him completely alone. Bloody Likely. He thought sourly to himself, now looking up to analyze the girl sitting atop the bed and leaning towards him with interest. Things could probably be worse- at least he wasn't naked.

"I'm here to grant three wishes of yours," He grit his teeth, his voice grudging, "Though nothing as dirt stupid as love, life, or more wishes." Amino did not rise from his position against the wall, simply staring at the girl with a slight hint of contempt. "So, who the hell are you?"

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A genie? Never one for tales of fantasy, despite her great love for exploration, all Jun is left to assume is that this man is not quite all there in the head. Her confusion softens somewhat, with her decision that this must be the case, but still her mouth is dropped open as is the girl's habit when thinking. Then again, where would he have come from? Why would the lamp have broken? Already the girl is convincing herself of the smallest possibility that his strange claim is, in fact, reality. Slowly, Jun stands up and takes a few steps closer to this Minomake person, studying his face, which is none too inviting. His mention of her not being able to wish for love, life, or more wishes she accepts readily. The girl does not wish for immortality and thinks love is better built naturally. Besides, she's seen the American cartoon, Aladdin, before.

To those who know of her complete lack of sense of personal space, the fact that she immediately gets so close to this strange boy is unsurprising. For anyone else it might be quite jarring, for already she has crossed the room and is standing hardly a foot away from him. Jun figures that if he is a threat, she can take it (likely a case of slight overconfidence), and if not she might as well figure out all the details of what is happening. Jun is very close to being nosy in her curiosity, actually, the line being one she treads somewhat shakily. She then remembers his question, phrased a bit more harshly than hers had been. "The person who lives in this house. Ueno Jun. Are you really a genie? Is that why your eye is red? It looks so cool." she tacks the last part onto the end with the remains of her skepticism, not entirely swept away. As she speaks, Jun is searching through the pocket of her pajama pants for a hair tie. The young woman very rarely has her hair down outside of the house, and feels practically naked with it down now. The small cut on her face, having not bled too much, is already forgotten. "Do you belong to the old man at the antique shop-- I mean not belong I suppose because you're a person-- well maybe not a human person but that is to say--" Jun bites down hard on the inside of her cheek to put a quick end to her rambling.

"Um. Would you like a drink?" she asks brightly, hoping to sweep away her previous verbal mishap.