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Your Wish is My Command || Remake

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γ€ŒAre the streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long?
Well that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
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There is a tiny speck in the middle of the Pacific Ocean called Yokokawa. It's a seemingly insignificant island, a city full of hustle and bustle but small enough to feel quite quaint. Cut off from most civilization, Yokokawa serves as a fisherman's hub of commerce, attracting ships from all over the world to its ports. The locals are incredibly friendly, the sunny shores always beautiful, and there are plenty of ways to keep busy on land. Most would believe it to be heaven on earth, and not many who visit are eager to leave.

And those who live there don't often leave, Yokokawa being the only home a majority of them have ever known. To youthful hearts that long to explore the world beyond its shores, the island city could be described as being horribly uninteresting. And, in their boredom, a few local children decided they'd go for a walk. It was this choice that lead to their discovery of a shop they'd never seen before, tucked in between two large stores on the edge of town. Having lived in Yokokawa for most, if not all, of their lives, such a finding was strange. After all, it wasn't every day that their city got a new anything, and they would have certainly noticed the store had it been there for a while. Curiosity peaked, they stepped inside, only to find their hopes of an interesting find dashed, as it was merely an antique store selling garbage that should have been thrown out ages ago. Before they could leave, the somewhat creepy man behind the counter attempted to sell them odd trinkets they'd never heard of nor wanted. However, his final offer caught their interest.

Each ended up buying a lava lamp, ones that the man had obviously been itching to get rid of. He'd even lowered the price for them, making their purchase practically free. Strange as the store was, the gift had been appreciated, and had found a place in each child's bedroom. They thought nothing more of the lamps... That was, until the children woke up in the middle of the night to a blinding light illuminating their rooms. The lamps were the source of this sudden brightness, swaying back and forth as they only seemed to glow more and more. The children watched as the blobs within slowly began to fuse together to form what resembled a human figure. And then, before their eyes, their new lamp shattered into pieces.

Weird as that may have been, things only got stranger. For, sitting in the shards of glass that had landed in their floor was a person they'd never seen before. Had they... emerged from the lava lamp?


"You have three wishes."


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There's much to know about Genies. They're fascinating creatures, lacking a dull bone in their bodies. In fact, one could describe them as being in a constant state of hyperactivity. Whether or not their energy knows bounds is up to debate. Sugar only seems to make matters worse, even if you don't believe that worse is possible, so avoid feeding them any sorts of sweets at all costs.

Genies are also extremely loyal, often to a fault. They will get unrelentingly attached to their masters, much like a faithful dog, or sometimes more like a very persistent piece of gum stuck to your shoe. To get them to ever truly leave you alone is a nearly impossible feat. I mention gum because, once out of their lamps, there is no getting them back in. They're under your care from that point on. The only way to get rid of them is to use up all of your wishes, and even that will take a little while. After using their magic to grant you a wish, they'll feel strained and will need a few hours of down time before using their wish granting abilities again.

Their magic also extends a bit beyond granting wishes. They have a small number of party tricks that they can perform, ones beyond human ability such as hovering a few feet off of the ground and being able to teleport very small distances away. This part of their magic never gets worn down, even after they've just granted a wish.

On to the part you care about - are they really magical? Indeed, and they can grant you almost any wish... within reason, of course. No raising the dead, no world destruction, and no asking for more wishes. Unfortunately, most wishes come with a price. Never a life, as that would be harsh, but you might notice a few of your small belongings have disappeared. And, where do they go, you may ask? Back to the creator, as this is their way of profiting from the Genies.

However, it is extremely important you know what happens to your Genies once you use up your three wishes. After draining themselves of their magic in granting you this wish, there will be a sudden flash of light and, when things return to a state of normalcy, you'll find that they are gone. No one exactly knows where they go, but it hardly ever seems to stop people from making their wishes.



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Unfortunately for our main cast of characters, they are unaware of just how illegal the possession of a Genie is. This is because of the way in which they are made. For a Genie to be brought to life, half of a human soul must be used, leaving the owner's body in a vegetated state. Genies are created with no memory of who their consciousness last belonged to, though they do often share personality traits with the former owners of their souls. The act of stealing someone's life in order to make a profit has always been a disgusting one, and thus the creation of a Genie is both a moral and federal no-no.

And, after finding that the store owner/Genie creator skipped town, some of the kids may have an idea of the trouble they're in for. However, that's not all of the bad news. The arrival of two undercover FBI agents (NPCs unless asked to be played) on the island of Yokokawa, their mission to arrest the missing store owner, could cause a few more problems.

Can these children work alongside one another to make things right, or will their attempts fail, ending in chaos and endangering everyone involved?


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Takeshita Toshikuni
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Male
Human #1
FC: Mamura Daiki
Taken - Buggleuggy








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Anya
17
Female
Genie #1
FC: White
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Chisa Hamasaki
15
Female
Human #2
FC: Mikuru Asahina
Taken - Slcam








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Park Jae-Jun
16
Male
Genie #2
FC: Kirito
Taken - Pieluver








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Isao Maruyama
16
Male
Human #3
FC: Kou Mabuchi
Taken - Alliqua_Dark








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Elise
16
Female
Genie #3
FC:
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Ueno Jun
16
Female
Human #4
FC: Suzume Yosano
Taken - Mac n Cheese








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Minomake Konduklein
17
Male
Genie #4
FC: Shinrei Tantei
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Charisse Evonne Sinclair
16
Female
Human #5
FC: Suiren Shibazeki
Taken - Alise120








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Riley Marison
16
Male
Genie #5
FC: Akihito Kanbara
Taken - Fetch



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❀ RESERVATIONS || You can reserve any open character in the OOC - it'll work as first come first serve. If all of the roles happen to be taken and yet you still want one, know that I'm not opposed to adding another character pair. If there's no one to partner up with your character, I'd be down with making a second. Anyway, when reserving in the OOC, make sure to include the name of your face claim (anime!!!) and the passcode that I've hidden in here. ;) You've got 48 hours from there to submit a WIP, just so I know you're working on it. If you're a bit slower when it comes to making stuff, I totally understand, just make sure to submit something in the time limit so that I know you're working on it.

❀ CHARACTERS || Alright, so I'll be putting a CS up soon, but don't feel like you have to use it. I kind of stink at coding anyway, so feel free to use whatever looks good. That being said, I adore a good lookin' character sheet, so do your best to make 'em nice. OH! I also wanted to mention, though I said Genies are really hyper all the time, you don't have to make them happy all the time. I just meant that they have fires in their bellies, so don't let that bit of description define who your characters are.

❀ ACTIVITY || Please, please, please don't join and then leave. I actually worked pretty hard on this, believe it or not (the coding whipped my wimpy butt), so I'd love to see it succeed. But, the only way that can happen is if everybody who joins actually participates. I'm expecting about... maybe two posts a week? Again, I'm a bit of a poky puppy myself, so just let me know if that could be an issue for you and we can work something out. As long as I know you're trying and won't quit on us~!

❀ CONTENT || I'll accept a little bit of swearing, but nothing overboard. This is lighthearted after all. And... well, I mean, I'm okay with gore, but I don't see why you'd need it in the context of this story. Oh! And those two posts a week should be around 500 words if you can. Just do your best!

❀ OTHER || Ah, here's what you've been waiting for. In the OOC, when reserving your character, copy and paste one of these hearts and put it somewhere, and then gimmie a cute gif of your favorite animal!


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Character Portrait: Park Jae-Jun Character Portrait: Anya Character Portrait: Ueno Jun Character Portrait: Isao Maruyama Character Portrait: Riley Marison Character Portrait: Takeshita Toshikuni Character Portrait: Chisa Hamasaki Character Portrait: Charisse Sinclair Character Portrait: Minomake Konduklein Character Portrait: Elise
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4am - Wednesday, July 29th, 2015 - Yokokawa, Japan

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Yokokawa was asleep. The island, full of hustle and bustle during the day, now had grown quiet. It was at this hour that most could hear the ocean waves smacking against the shore over anything else in the city, the whole world seeming to be in some sort of peaceful state. Takeshita Toshikuni would have been able to hear these waves as well, were he not wearing his headphones. Any reasonable person would have been asleep at this hour, but Take had gotten absorbed in a drawing he'd been working on and had completely lost track of time. As he didn't want his dad to know that he was still awake, though he doubted the man would really care, he worked under the light of his newly purchased lava lamp, the rest of his room dark. He felt a bit weird about having it, as he was sure it would qualify as a nightlight, and felt that owning a nightlight would be a bit emasculating. However, it was convenient for situations such as this one. He would, at least admit that.

Absorbed in his work, Take had almost not noticed the fact that the lava lamp was slowly growing brighter and brighter until it was almost blinding. "Eh?" he grumbled as he looked over at the lamp. What the heck was this? "I guess I bought a stupid, defective lamp," he thought, bitterly. That would have explained why it had been priced so cheaply. Frustrated by the fact that it was already broken, though he'd only owned it for a matter of hours, he reached to unplug it. But doing so didn't change a thing. His brow furrowed, staring at the lamp which just continued to glow, and glow, and glow, until....

CRASH! The lamp exploded shards of glass and colorful gunk flying all over Takeshita's desk. He leapt out of the way, falling onto his bedroom floor with a thump, and stared bewildered at the scene in front of him. A figure had appeared across from him, seated in the remains of his lamp. It was a girl, one he'd never seen before. She had bright green eyes, and her long blonde hair was pulled back into two identical ponytails. He, at that point, began to wonder whether or not he had fallen asleep while working. It would make much more sense to him if this was all just a dream.

"Er... who are you?" he asked, blinking. He nearly questioned her about how she got in his house at well, but decided not to press the matter too much so early on. This had to be some sort of misunderstanding. So, after he allowed her a moment to speak, he stood up and dusted himself off. "I think you're lost or something," he said as he walked over to his drawing. It now seemed to be covered in the remains of his lava lamp, so he crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash bin. Once done with that, he turned his attention back to the strange girl. Could she have come out of the lamp? He toyed with the idea for a minute before deciding that it was nonsense. That wasn't possible. There had to be a better explanation...

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The sun trickled in and hit Isao's face, he winced and groaned as he shifted in bed. Last night had been weird, that's for sure, now he had a woman in his bedroom. Not like it mattered much though, Isao had women over all the time. Friends of course, not one for romance. With a sigh he glared up at the window and muttered something about how one day the sun would regret this outrage.

Standing up and grabbing his button-up shirt, he looked around his room and looking for Elise. He could've sworn she was in here. Maybe she got fed up and stormed out or something. He supposed she could have gotten bored or decided maybe she didn't wanna be his genie or whatever. Isao didn't really care either way.

"Hey, so Elise? If you're hiding somewhere I'm just gonna warn you. I am a champion at hide and seek and I shall not be defeated by an amateur such as yourself. Although on the off-chance you ditched me, I hope you have safe travels and such. Oh or if you're in my bathroom, don't use all my bubble-bath. That is expensive." Isao whipped out his cell and scrolled through his contacts to his friend Jun.

[I'm bored. Entertain me.] Hitting send he tossed his cell over onto a pillow and walked over to his closet. He yawned, it was 10:30 am, but it was too early. Most people would be freaking out, asking the genie all sorts of unimportant questions. Trying to find a loophole to get more useless wishes and such, all of which was just wasteful of his time. Instead he figured he'd just go on as usual, or maybe try to return Elise to the shop, sounded good to him.

"Hey Elise, we're going out, come out so I can cling on you while we walk cause I'm scared of the outdoors." Isao said in his better little boy voice. Boredom led him to do strange things, he thought maybe he'd just try to mess with Elise and who knows on their way to the shop to return her, he might change his mind about the whole deal.

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There was nothing unusual about that summer night itself. The cicadas were chirruping their chorus as the wind softly whistled through the trees. The clouds occasionally covered the moon, making the world darker for a moment, before they moved on and moonlight once again bathed the earth. The light erratically spilled into Chisa's bedroom, illuminating her face for a moment then disappearing, hindered by the leaves of a tree outside her bedroom window on the second floor. As usual, Chisa was unresponsive to these flashes of pale light, sleeping the sound sleep of one who has no idea her whole world is about to change. Her mouth hung slightly open, her breathing coming in soft, steady sighs. She wore soft, flannel, purple pajamas with small red flowers on them, though they were mostly covered by the sheets. Her bed was in the corner across from the wide window, and next to it was a small nightstand on which stood a green and blue lava lamp. It was a recent acquisition, but seemed to suit the room. For much of the night, it stayed as it was: a normal lamp.

However, early in the morning, as the moon was just about to set and the night was darkening, the scene suddenly changed. A small crack appeared on the surface of the lamp, accompanied by a tiny ping. Chisa's eyes fluttered open slightly, though she had only half woken. The blue and green of the lamp caught her half-opened eyes for a moment as she watched the slowly shifting blobs. Her eyes were just beginning to flutter closed again, when suddenly the small crack grew, branching out jaggedly in several directions with a much more urgent CRACK. Chisa was immediately startled out of her half-awake state and sat straight up, her eyes fixed on the new, unwanted features in the lamp. She rubbed her eyes groggily and squinted into the light, trying to discern if the cracks had just been her imagination. She leaned forward slightly, squinting to make out the jagged fissures. Suddenly, the lamp let out one final, loud crack, making Chisa scramble back on her bed. Just then, the lamp shattered, fragmenting into dozens of irregular pieces. Chisa gave a small shriek, covering her face with her arm. However, none of the shards came her way. Instead, when she opened her eyes, a completely unexpected sight awaited her...
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It was sort of like being born, emerging from the lamp as it shattered to pieces. Actually, it was better than that. A rush of adrenaline flowed through his body as he clenched his fists and waited for the glass to stop flying. Then, J's eyes flicked open as he hovered a few centimeters off the ground, excited to see his new master for the first time. It was dim in the room, and for a few moments all he could see were dark fuzzy shapes. Then the wind shifted, and dappled moonlight streamed through the window, pooling on her face and on the bedspread around her. J grinned, his white smile beaming from his face in the dimly lit room. His messy hair was stirring from an unseen breeze, and he stretched languidly, as if he'd been cooped up in that bottle for far too long. (Which wasn't true, but that didn't mean J wouldn't play it up.) He was wearing the same clothes he had been when he was kidnapped, a baggy red t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants, looking like he'd just woken up.

"Sorry about the mess. the boy said, lifting his feet up and looking down at the shards of glass and the blue and green stain that were smattered beneath him. "I might need to work on my entrance a little." He laughed, a little sheepish. He was completely new to this! He hoped with all his might that this girl would like him. And that she was fun. If she wasn't, he didn't know what he'd do. J took a deep breath and forced out his introduction. "Hi there, human! My name is J, and I'm your new resident Genie! he said without looking at the girl. If he did, he might get distracted and forget what he was supposed to say. "I'm here to grant you three wishes because you bought my bottle. Er...lava lamp." Then he grinned, his floating body tilting to one side a little bit, drifting aimlessly through the air. "I will require a place to stay, at least three meals a day, plus deserts, and in exchange I can grant you three wishes, within reason. You can't wish for more wishes or world domination or anything fun like that." J made a face, then finally lifted his head to look at his new master as he asked, " So, what's your name?".

For some reason, though, she was no longer on her bed. Where had she gone?
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At first, Chisa was somewhat blinded by the bright light that accompanied the shattering of the lamp. She rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her vision. Just as suddenly, the light disappeared, leaving odd after images etched into Chisa's vision. She began hearing a happy, young sounding voice just as her vision cleared. For a moment, she took in the shaggy hair, bright smile, and floating form of a random boy she had never met before. Startled, Chisa began scrambling backward. Unfortunately for her, she did not have very far to scramble and ended up toppling over the foot board in her panic. She gave another small shriek at the unexpected drop and awkwardly crumpled onto the floor. She managed to hear his introduction from her rather uncomfortable position. A Genie?!? she thought. She squirmed around until she could untangle herself from the sheets that had fallen with her and moved into a squatting position, cautiously peeking over the bed as though trying to shield herself in case the stranger attacked. He was talking about three wishes, but could that really be true? Do Genies actually exist in real life? It did not seem possible, yet here was this stranger, hovering above her floor after having apparently popped out of her lava lamp. Three meals a day, huh? She thought, musing on that simple fact. It was like having a pet or a house guest or something. And of course there were limits to the whole wishes thing; otherwise it would end up as total chaos! J, or so he called himself, suddenly looked up and Chisa ducked her head back behind her bed, suddenly feeling timid. He had asked her name, and she worked on getting the courage to peek up at him again.

Finally, after just a moment, she chanced a peek over the foot board once again, looking at the confused expression on his face. It was so open and vulnerable seeming that some of her shyness melted away. Some, but not all. She did, however, give him a small smile as she said, " My name's Hamasaki Chisa. Y-you can call me Chisa if you want...." The phrase almost sounded like a question, as though she was asking his approval. Immediately after she gave this short introduction, she ducked most of her head behind the bed again, though she still peered curiously at the floating figure. She softly asked, "How did you get in here?" She glanced over at the window and immediately realized it was closed. The only explanation she could think of was that he had actually come from the lamp, but it seemed so absurd to think of this normal-sized boy crammed into such a small object.
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Oh, there she was. J's eyes flicked to the auburn haired girl as her head poked up from the far side of the bed. What was she doing down there? She studied him for a moment, so he studied the part of her face that he could see right back. He could see her wide eyes glimmering at him, so he smiled back at her. She was quite pretty, with a round face and an a certain innocence to her. She seemed nice already. J felt like he was about to explode with excitement. This would be the time of his life! She offered a small smile, which made his grin widen even further, and she introduced herself. Hamasaki Chisa. Chisa-chan. Aw, she sounded so timid. She hid her face again, and he folded his legs under him, floating halfway between the floor and the ceiling, as if he was sitting the the middle of the air. How did he get here? "I came from the lava lamp! I'm a Genie, that's what we do!" he said proudly.

He observed her for a few seconds more, he wasn't sure how else to prove that he was indeed a Genie, since he was already floating, but he wouldn't be opposed to showing off a little. groooooowl... his stomach suddenly complained. J made another face, unfolding his legs and settling back on the floor, careful to avoid the wet spot where the lamp had shattered. " Chisa-chan?' He said problingly. He'd have to be nice if he wanted food. "Would you be opposed to letting me have one of those three meals right now?" He asked with a careful timidity (his stomach was still growing insistently), trying not to be too demanding of his obviously timid new master. When it came to food, J was a master diplomat. Maybe she'd have some sweets. Some chocolate. Or maybe a sandwich. Or anything really, as long as he could eat it.

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Chisa took in J's floating with keen interest, her mouth dropping slightly open in wonder. As far as proof that he was a Genie, that in itself was pretty conclusive. She was tempted to make sure that there were no wires or anything, as absurd as that would be, but could not force herself to move out of hiding yet. He responded to her question and Chisa gave a thoughtful nod. So it was that odd lamp. She immediately thought of the weird old man who sold it to her and wondered if he had known. Her gaze flicked over the the shattered remains of the lamp and she gave a small sigh at the mess.

The growl of J's stomach interrupted her thoughts and she directed her attention back to the genie. Her mouth opened in surprise at the very human noise emanating from the genie. He called her 'Chisa-chan' and the familiarity of the title made her blush and smile slightly. However, his next words made her almost gasp in alarm. She could not just allow a guest to go hungry! All her working life, she had been dedicated to making sure people were not hungry at the diner, so she surely would not let J go without food now! His stomach was still grumbling as she jumped up, a new, almost fiery determination in her gaze. All timidity faded away as she said, "Of course! I am sure we can figure something out." With that, her sudden confidence faded somewhat. "I suppose I still just need to make sure my mom's not awake..." She put a finger to her lips and quietly opened the door. When she peeked out at her mother's door, it was still shut and the light was off. She peered around took in the mostly dark hall. Satisfied, she turned back into the the room and suddenly grabbed J's hand. "Come on. Let's find something, but we need to be quiet." Without giving him any further chance to respond, Chisa pulled him out the door and down the stairs, just slow enough that they could be quiet. For Chisa, hunger was nothing to be laughed at. They entered the small kitchen, and she turned on the small lights under the cabinets. "Would a sandwich be okay?" she asked, already digging around in the fridge and pulling out ingredients.
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She seemed amazed by him. Her awe made him feel good, it was pleasant to be marveled over. and her blushing was adorable. To say that he enjoyed the attention would be an understatement. But her sudden jumping up after he asked about the food startled him enough that he teleported a few centimeters away, nearer to the door. But she didn't attack him. she just seemed really excited about the prospect of food. Oh, he really landed with a great master. Her original excitement faded a little bit when she mentioned her mother. Ah, so she didn't live alone. He wondered for a few moments how old she was. Did it matter. He didn't even know how old he was, so it was an irrelevant point, he supposed. But he did have enough sense to know that they didn't want to wake her mother up. He had to admit, he'd be upset to if he found a strange boy in his daughter's room. Regardless of how charming and overall wonderful said boy was. She crossed the room, and J couldn't help but notice how the red flowers on her PJs complemented her hair. He let his feet leave the ground so he could peer over her head down the dim hall. He had no idea what he was looking at, since the house was entirely unfamiliar to him, but he couldn't wait to learn its layout. If it was up to him, he'd be staying here as long as he possibly could.

She grabbed his hand after deciding the coast was clear, and J let himself float behind her like a strange balloon. Being pulled along, he didn't have to worry about where he was going, so he took in what he could see of his surroundings. This was so exciting! If they weren't supposed to be quiet, he could have yelled aloud with his joy over being in this new place, making a new friend, and his overall jubilation over being out of the lamp. But as it was, he kept his feet off the floor so he wouldn't make a sound, and let Chisa creep along in front of him. They went down some stairs, where J had to curl his legs up to his chest so his toes wouldn't hit the steps, and then they made it to the kitchen.

Home sweet home. It was a bit on the small size, but J knew that it wasn't the size of the kitchen that was important, it was the quality of the food created in said kitchen. The dark haired boy let his feet touch the floor again, and danced from foot to foot softly in anticipation as the room was illuminated. Would a sandwich be okay? Would a sandwich be okay? When wouldn't a sandwich be okay? " That'd be awesome." he said, trying to keep his voice down, but not doing a very good job at it. He couldn't help it. He was out of his lamp, he was going to get some food, his new master seemed nice and sweet and she was pretty cute too, life seemed to be looking up. J covered his face in his hands to smother the grin on his face as he watched Chisa work.
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Chisa pulled out the assorted ingredients for the sandwich then hesitated a moment before deciding to make one for herself as well. She began putting her mother's special spread on a couple slices of bread. She tried to think of a good question to ask, but nothing particularly interesting came to mind. Finally, without taking her gaze from her task, she stammered, "S-so, what's it like being a... a genie?" She gave him a small smile as she started slicing the cheese. "How long have you, you know, been one? Or were you always.... How old are you?" she said, suddenly blushing. "Sorry if I am too nosy! You don't have to answer... if you don't want to...." She quickly finished the sandwich as he answered and thrust it toward him, neatly wrapped in a paper towel. She grabbed her own and took a small bite before asking if his sandwich was alright.

Suddenly, she heard a sound she had been desperately hoping not to hear. Her mother was moving around upstairs! Her alarmed expression probably said it all. She quietly exclaimed, "You have to hide!" Her eyes were wide with nervousness. Who knows how her mother would react to a strange boy in their home! She looked around, noting one large cabinet that was usually mostly empty. She pulled J to his feet and opened the cabinet as her mother called out, "Chisa, hon? Are you up?"

Chisa frantically helped J stuff into the cabinet, managing to close it just as her mom started clomping down the stairs. Chisa rushed around the island in the middle of their kitchen and grabbed her sandwich, quickly stuffing a large bite into her mouth. She realized her mistake too late and began chewing frantically to break down the way too large bite. Her mother came in to see her daughter with giant chipmunk cheeks full of sandwich. "Chisa!" she exclaimed, "why are you up snacking so early? You should be in bed. Finish your sandwich and get upstairs. I have a bit of work to do and can't have you tripping around distracting me." She gave Chisa a small smile and looked expectantly at the half-eaten sandwich. Chisa gulped down her bite and softly said, "Sorry, I got woken up and couldn't really... go back to bed." She took another, smaller bite of her sandwich and glanced nervously at the cabinet in which J hid. Luckily, her mother didn't notice. All too soon, she finished her sandwich and could think of no other reason to stay down there. Her mother shooed her once more and Chisa hesitantly departed up the stairs, hazarding one final glance at the cabinet. Hopefully J would be okay in there.... It would be a while until her mother headed out to work, and she usually did not go back to bed after she had gotten up. Returning to her room, Chisa sat on the end of her bed, wondering what to do.
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J watched his new master work with the intentness of a cat, if he had a tail it would be flicking back and forth in lazy anticipation. He tipped his head to one side as she asked a question, considering what exactly it was like. He wasn't sure. She continued with a few more stammered questions, and he chewed on his lip, thinking hard. Of course, she backpedaled after a few seconds, her face turning scarlet again and an apology burbling from her lips. J smiled, "You don't have to apologize!' He said, trying to reassure her. Mostly because her apologies made him uncomfortable. He didn't want her to be upset, or think that he was judging her or anything. "Being a Genie is pretty cool, but I don't remember ever being anything else, so i guess I can't compare it to anything. I like floating though. It's pretty fun." He twisted his mouth up as he thought about how to answer the rest of her questions. "I'm not really sure about who I was before this though. I feel like I was somebody, but I don't remember anything except that my name is J. That's okay though, I'm here now with you, Chisa-chan and that's what matters!" He mugged a big grin and accepted the sandwich from her. He took a big bite and couldn't help but grin and he chewed it. "This is amazing!" he said, his voice tinged with excitement again.

Before he had a chance to take another bite Chisa appeared to hear something from the stairs. J let his master move him around passively as she panicked, not quite sure what was going on. She pushed him into a cabinet, where he curled up, clutching his sandwich to his chest. It was a few moments later when he heard other voices outside his dark little hiding spot. He nibbled on his sandwich as he listened to Chisa interact with her mother. And then Chisa left. Wait, she left? J felt a momentary panic, wondering how long he'd be stuck in the cabinet, wondering if Chisa's mother would discover him. But this sandwich was really good. He wasn't sure of exactly what was in it, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. It didn't take him long to finish quietly stuffing his face.

...now what?

J yawned. Well, it was pretty dark in here. And he had to stay still and quiet, so why not have a nice nap. He let his eyes slide shut, his hands relaxing on his chest and his nose brushing the back of the cabinet as his chin fell to his shoulder. Sleep was swift to claim him, as per usual. J could sleep anywhere as long as he wasn't moving. And what better way to break in his new home then take a nap in a cabinet. He had a feeling that it wouldn't be the oddest thing he did during his stay here. So the small, thin boy, crammed in a space a little smaller than he was, nodded off, unaware of his master's worry or the sounds of her mother moving around. He just hoped he wouldn't start snoring.

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There's was no way for Anya to know how long it had been since she'd been placed inside the lamp, floating in the seemingly endless space. She wasn't sure if she could even hear the sound of her own breath, not that she'd be aware of it if she could. She was left in almost a sleep-like state, but could still clearly hear her own thoughts, and perhaps feel the presence of the world outside, albeit it was incredibly faint to the point where it seemed nonexistent. One thing was for sure, though, was that she had become incredibly bored inside her lamp. As the time went on, day being no different from night in her little world, she could do nothing but hum mentally to herself, now and then blacking out altogether as she slept for who knows how long.

However, something had changed very recently, and Anya had become slightly more alert. It was an odd feeling, one that was similar to the time she was first created, but somehow different in a way. Her eyes had been closed for a long time, but she could finally hear a quiet sound, one of her heartbeat growing faster as a feeling of excitement begun to warm her once numb body. The lids of her eyes slowly lifted to reveal bright green irises that stared intently into the glowing light that made up her world. "It's about time!" she thought to herself, thrilled to hear her inner voice that had always been hushed echo louder than ever.

She couldn't exactly make out what happened next, only that the light of her world had grown so intense for only a few seconds before she was suddenly surrounded by unfamiliar things. It was dark now, with walls that enclosed her on all for sides. She blinked a couple times, her eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the dim lighting. It appeared to be nighttime outside, and by the looks of it she was on the floor of someone's bedroom with her legs bent on either side of her. It was a little strange to feel the pressure of a surface beneath her, but it wasn't something she wouldn't be able to get used to quickly. Besides, she kind of liked being able to feel again.

"Er... who are you?"

Anya turned her gaze, which had originally been glued to the window across the room, to the direction of the voice that likely belonged to whomever had been in possession of her lamp. Once her eyes met with the boy who sat on the floor a few feet away from her, she let a wide grin spread across her face, her eyes widening slightly as she smiled at him. She jumped up off the floor, floating for just a second before letting her bare feet rest on the floor beneath her. She straightened out the white, long-sleeved overcoat which fit loosely around her slim, practically curveless body, before turning her attention back to the boy. "My name's Anya!" she said cheerfully, pausing a moment to think of what else to say. It had been a while since she'd spoken to anyone, after all. "And I come from a land far away!" she finally said with a hint of amusement in her voice, thinking that that might make her sound more mysterious.

"I think you're lost or something."

She raised her eyebrows, her lips forming into a frown for just a second before her smile returned. "No I'm not, silly! You're the one who brought me here, after all. Maybe you're the lost one, ever thinking of--"

Her words cut off mid-sentence as the boy stood up from where he had been on the floor and made his way over the the desk that stood behind Anya. However, it wasn't the boy's movements that had distracted her from what she was saying, but the piece of furniture that sit against one of the walls of the room. Without saying a word, she took a few quick hops and landed face-down in the bed that likely belonged to the boy, not that that was any concern of Anya's. She was too busy giggling in delight and rolling herself up into a burrito with the boy's blanket to care about whether or not the boy would be okay with it.

"Blankets have to be the best invention! I don't know who came up with the idea but I hope they're living a happy life with lots of cake and soft, fluffy blankets!" she sat up with her knees tucked under her and her body completely wrapped up in the blanket, with her head and one of her piggy tails being the only thing visible. "Oh, right, there's that other thing! I'm what you would call a Genie. It would be nice to know what your name is, since from now on until I grant your third wish and disappear, you'll be my Master."

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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.

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Minute did not move as she finally clambered off of her bed, taking an inquisitive step towards him. He simply watched her, eyes narrowing further as he silently willed for her not to come too close. But as was his fortune, no such luck. It seemed she had practically made leaps and bounds across the room to near him, to which he responded with a slight growl and pulling his legs closer to his chest, fists clenching and head tilting away from her. She was only a foot away from him- and this was a fact the he did not like. Very much one for personal space, and even moreso on the premise of being touched, Minomake was no doubt growing more and more uncomfortable by the millisecond. His appearance nor countenance changed with her answering of his question- it had been a formality, and a poorly phrased on at that. So her name was Jun, if he guessed name order correctly.

However, with mention of his eye, he visibly tensed, his body language taking on a display of threateningness and his hand quickly moving to cover it. "That's not any of your bloody business." He practically snarled, not believing for a second that she was sincere in her awe of it. That was another touchy subject- the eye and the touching. She'd already crossed the line on one, but perhaps there might be a bit of saving grace should she remain in her own respective areas. With her movement of fishing something out of her pocket, Amino is now the one who is a bit skeptic- unsure as to what she was doing. When she simply produced a hair band, he ignored whatever else it was that she was doing, now having confirmed that there was no threat to be held there.

He didn't even deign to re-answer her somewhat rhetorical question of whether or not he was in fact a genie. He had already stated it once, and with how little he liked the fact on its own, he was not too eager to restate it. To his horror, she began blubbering a whole bunch of different words at him, asking of the antique shop and an old man he didn't really have much of an idea about, and then getting confused on the technicalities of his ownership. He eased up in his posture, dropping his hand to the floor once more, but nothing spoke 'relaxed' in his appearance. "Tch." Was all that came from his lips when she had cut herself off for a moment, Amino looking to the side to glare at the far wall.

With her question of whether or not he would like to have something to drink, he turned back to peer up at her. "Fine," His tone was gruff, but in this case not directly mean. "And to answer your prior question, I suppose I was, but now I belong to you." The way he said this, however, made it very clear that he was not happy about the fact.

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Jun seems, for the most part, unfazed by his snarl, perhaps because she is too engaged in her own curiosities to even hear it. Her hair now completely up, she feels more comfortable. Realizing that they are still in the dark though, she leans past Amino, perhaps getting a bit too close once more, and turns on the light switch to illuminate the room. Narrowing her eyes to adjust to the sudden light, Jun looks back to Amino. She hadn't really processed his odd position, one reminding her of some wild animal's defensive posture. In fact, now that she thinks of it, this 'genie' has more than one thing in common with a frightened wild animal. The harsh glint in his eye, the posture, the way in which he snarls when perhaps feeling threatened. It's rather strange.

He's certainly making an immediate impression, if nothing else. So he'll just be here and then POOF- gone? Jun wonders, the thought strangely refreshing. On her little home island, things so often remain the same that the prospect of someone so temporary is almost freeing. Perhaps she shouldn't be getting excited in such a way so soon, but Jun does tend to be an excitable person. It's merely an inevitable facet of her energetic nature. By the look of it, he already dislikes her anyway-- another thing that she finds more hopeful than she ought to. I suppose I don't have to worry about him coming to dislike me, then.

As he stated that he belonged to her, Jun was once again brought back to the subject at hand. She found this phrasing incredibly jarring, that he immediately refers to himself as something that might belong to another person. Like an object, as though he is nothing more than the broken lamp on the ground. It's an incredibly sad thing, although his dislike for it makes it somehow less so. Had he been more dejected in saying it, more resigned, the thought would have been all the more miserable. "Belong to me? That's ridiculous. Are you a slave or something?" she responds dismissively, making it half a joke because very heavy topics do tend to make Jun a tad bit uncomfortable. She is much better with getting a group to smile than with giving bad news.

"Anyway, what would you like to drink? Water? Milk? Hot tea?" the last option comes more from her wanting some herself than thinking that Amino might fancy a cup. She's quite partial to tea, perhaps because her parents always prepared it with breakfast in the morning. Jun glances towards her door. Her parents are pretty heavy sleepers, and it's nearly 4am so they shouldn't be awake for another two or three hours. Would it be safe to just bring him to the kitchen so he can pick out what he wants? Or maybe down to the bakery-- this confusion is making Jun crave one of her mom's pastries, even though they're now day old. "Just, erm, follow me, please."

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With Jun nearing ever closer, Amino grit his teeth with narrowed eyes, shifting away from her. Her intentions were not, however, to purposefully near him or touch him. Suddenly light drowned out the darkness, flashing into existence and overwhelming his senses. Minute winced, bringing up an arm to his eyes to shield them from the offending light, pupils narrowed from the sudden assault. It took a few moments for them to adjust, but once they did and he lowered his arm, he took in the sights of the bedroom. It was kinda cute, in that obviously girly way. It wasn't unpleasant, he could say that much. His musings were interrupted when his eyes landed on Jun's form once more. She was looking at him, examining him. He didn't like it one bit. Glaring at her the entire time with a reserved, unpleased look to his face, he waited patiently for her to stop ogling at him as if he were some freak in a cage.

He was one, of course, in the sense of a freak. But that wasn’t the point. When she finally spoke up, commenting on his wording on β€˜belonging’ to her, and making the comment of a slave, Minomake snapped at her harshly. ”Hell no. That’s just in the user’s manual- you’re technically my master, but don’t think for a second I’m doing a damn thing you ask me to other than the wishes.”

Her tone may have been joking, attempting to make it seem less of a reality, but Mino didn’t care to respond in that similar manner. He made it very clear where he stood in this sort of screwed up relationship. She changed the topic quickly, and for that Mino was glad. With her question of what it was he wanted to drink and listing several options, he had already figured what he desired beforehand. When she mentioned tea, he immediately knew that was nothing he would ever want. He was beginning to learn more and more about himself by the second. That was good, he supposed. Sure, he remembered quite a few things, but likes and dislikes he hadn’t really dwelled on yet. Some he knew of, some he would learn of.

”Just water is fine.” He spoke bluntly and without formalities. He wasn’t in a particularly friendly mood, and perhaps understandably so. When she asked him to follow after her, Mino shot her an unconvinced, suspicious look-over. But he rose from his spot on the floor, noting with little feeling as to the mess that was splattered all over the floor, it sparkling occasionally whenever the light caught the small shards of glass.

As he stood, he lifted his hand to brush aside his bangs, though when he had finished the action, small streaks of dull red remained behind. On his hands, from scrambling backwards through broken glass, were pinpricks of blood, lightly oozing from the open wounds down his palms. They stopped shortly after, as the cuts were not deep. Another thing that was noticeable now that he was standing and his knees weren’t hiding it, was a dim crimson shade staining his otherwise white shirt above his hip and below his stomach on the right side. ”Where exactly are you taking me?” He asked, tone a bit more quiet but still on high alert, as if there was a possibility that she were leading him to some sort of slaughter.

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Jun flinches, although in a motion so small it is nearly undetectable thanks to years of practice, when he snaps back at her over the mention of him belonging to her. Her intention had been to make clear that she thought that ownership of a person was ludicrous, but now she worries he thinks she condones slavery. It is best that they have moved on, for the girl, sociable as she is, doesn't quite know how to best express the fact that there has been a miscommunication. The idea of him being temporary had given her some sense of relief, and yet she still is held back by old habits of deference. Subtle deference, phrased in such a way that no one who knows her would accuse Jun of being a doormat or a pushover-- just an agreeable person who goes with the flow. That's how she much prefers to be thought of.

"Water, excellent, you're probably thirsty from, er, poofing," she throws a look around at the mess still in her room. It'll have to be cleaned up, although the fact that her parents don't often enter her room will give her more time to do that later on in the day. Perhaps after her jog, although to be honest she is doubting whether she will be able to take a jog this morning given the events of the past fifteen or so minutes. It feels already as though it has been an hour, yet the hour hand of the clock is still closer to the four. Strange, how time slows down like that. There are times where she appreciates it of course, the way father time drags his feet while she is watching the clouds, but right now it feels too long of a lifetime.

An interesting one, at least. Already Jun is wondering if this new person would like to see different parts of the island, and whether her three wishes can make for an excellent adventure. Perhaps she ought to save the last one to free the miserable looking boy-- would that work out like it did in Aladdin? "We're going to the kitchen for water," she finally responds, voice fading into a hush as she opens the door. She takes a look back at him while walking, as softly as she can manage, down the hallway. The blood on his body takes her by surprise, but of course it shouldn't she supposes. After all, he did just break out of a glass bottle. It is fortunate the young woman is not weak of stomach, for otherwise she might have had a problem with trembling knees.

Some small degree of a mother hen, though she has little of the caution often present in such types, rushes back to him to grab his hand. She is gentle about it, scanning over his cuts and frowning before looking again at the blood on his shirt and beginning to force it up to view the cut, which is somewhat more severe than those on his hands had been. "Crap, are you okay? I think we have some first aid stuff in the kitchen as well," she whispers, not thinking about the fact that she has just pulled up the shirt of a strange man. A member of the track and Aikido teams, she's accustomed to immediately rushing in to check energies, and her teammates are all close enough that most don't have a problem with it. Or if they do, they just hide their injuries well to avoid such contact, because Jun is well known for a lack of shame in such things. Her male teammates have often accused her of being uncute for this very reason.

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Minomake quirked an eyebrow at her wording of his appearing, but he found it to be fine enough. It may even have been cute, were Amino conscious of such things other than being a fuzzy little ball of terror. He blinks, turning his attention back to her when she finally gets around to answering his previous question. Mino still looked somewhat unconvinced, but that was just his paranoia. Water sounded really good in either case, certainly enough to overcome any real hesitations on his part. As Jun quiets in accordance to opening the door, Amino lapses into silence as well- not a hard thing for him to do at all. He hadn't been talking much in the first place. But yes, this was, what, a sixteen year old girl? Still lived with her parents of course. Minomake may be a bit unversed in the dealings of the world, at least so far, but he wasn't that stupid. No one would be happy to find a complete stranger in their home, least of all with their little girl. With her footfalls painfully attempting to be concealed, Minute seems to have no problem with such- being a genie most likely helped, but he was also quiet on his feet to begin with.

Jun peered back at him, though, and the sudden look of concern on her face confused him greatly. Was there something on his own? Then Jun was moving, quicker than he expected, and suddenly had his larger hand in her smaller one. A look of horrified shock flickered across his face, and he immediately took a step back with a sharp gasp, attempting to immediately wrench it free from the touch. But Jun seemed to have an iron grip- another surprise to him- and did not let him go in the slightest. While she's completely preoccupied with scanning over his palms, a bit of an eye twitch and trembling lips begin to play across his face. He didn't even know this person, to hell if she was his master or not. He did not want to be touched. He definitely looked uncomfortable, but with the fact that he could do nothing about his predicament since Jun was so hellbent on her dealings, he tried his absolute best not to yell, curse, or snap at her. Instead those emotions played confusedly across his face- a twitching frown and gritted teeth.

It was just his hands- he could deal with that. Not like she was encompassing him or getting touchy feely with the rest of his person. Orrrrr not. She was quick, and constantly catching him off guard to boot, as now her fingers brushed against the skin of his lower abdomen, sending a small tickle up his body but forcing his teeth to grind harder together. She practically ripped his shirt from its rather comfortable position laying freely over his hips, ushering it up over the somewhat bloody spot it clung to. It stung a bit, that was for sure. He glanced down for a split second to see just what it was she was doing, and saw the wound there. Before it had just been a dull ache he had not noticed, but now he realized that it was more serious than that. Not serious in a dangerous way, per say, but worse than the little dull, throbbing irritation he had simply shrugged it off as.

A slight chill raided his sides despite the fact that it wasn't that cold in the house, simply a reaction to his abdomen now being completely put on display. Not that it wasn't a sight to see or anything- toned muscle and a light hint of abs and whatnot, but that was completely besides the point. Minomake's hand shot down, closing around Jun's in a somewhat harsh manner, attempting to wrench it off of his shirt and away from his body. "What the h-" He had parted his lips to hiss at her, but she seemed to beat him to it, albeit it a much gentler tone- one he was not expecting.

She adressed the issue, making it clear that all she was concerned about was the wound. Wasn't an excuse for her invading his personal space, but it was a good enough reason. Though Jun knew him as well as he knew her, which was hardly at all. The fact that she would simply jump into action without actually thinking of consequences definitely made him uneasy. She mentioned first aid, and Mino let his words slip into a simple, incoherent grumble.

"Fine, whatever. ...It's not that big of a deal." He added lamely. He was rather relieved when Jun finally got away from him and started to head off towards the kitchen. He hesitantly followed after her, but he was definitely not happy about it.

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"Hey, so Elise? If you're hiding somewhere I'm just gonna warn you. I am a champion at hide and seek and I shall not be defeated by an amateur such as yourself. Although on the off-chance you ditched me, I hope you have safe travels and such. Oh, or if you're in my bathroom, don't use all my bubble-bath. That is expensive." Elise glanced up from the bottle in her hands, back to the bedroom, where her master called, and rolled her eyes. It was odd, how well her new master had taken her arrival. No major freakout. No meltdown. No panic attack. And he hadn't tried to use her omnipotent powers to murder anyone, yet, which was always a good sign.

Not to mention more than she could say about one of her past masters.

She glanced at the bottle again, peering at the thick, purple syrup through the clear plastic. The label read, Bubble Bath - Lavender Scented, and the tag on its base told her that it had cost 1770 Β₯, not that she had a clue how much that was. The odd little y-like symbol was unfamiliar, and she immediately felt curious. What country had he said this was again? Japan. Hmm... She peered at the symbol a couple more moments, searching her mental database for anything labelled 'Japan'. A small, pleased smile graced her lips, and she uttered in a satisfied tone, "Yen."

"Hey Elise, we're going out, come out so I can cling on you while we walk cause I'm scared of the outdoors."

Elise frowned slightly, looking back once more to where the voice came from, before putting the bottle back reluctantly, and returning to where the boy lay, black hair moused, eyes flickering. "Not a chance. Unless that's one of your wishes."

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"Don't touch me; I'm a monster, can't you freaking tell?!"

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"People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

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"Three wishes?... What is there to really wish for...."

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"Are you going to eat that? Can I have it?"

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"I'd rather play a greuling game of capture the flag than fall asleep on a chessboard."

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"It's much easier on the emotions when one sees life as an experiment rather than a struggle for popularity."

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"Life is better if you see every day as an adventure."

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"Hmm? That's bothersome..."

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Charisse Sinclair

"Three wishes?... What is there to really wish for...."

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"People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

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Takeshita Toshikuni

"Hmm? That's bothersome..."

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"I'd rather play a greuling game of capture the flag than fall asleep on a chessboard."

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Park Jae-Jun

"Are you going to eat that? Can I have it?"

Character Portrait: Minomake Konduklein
Minomake Konduklein

"Don't touch me; I'm a monster, can't you freaking tell?!"

Character Portrait: Riley Marison
Riley Marison

"It's much easier on the emotions when one sees life as an experiment rather than a struggle for popularity."

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Ueno Jun

"Life is better if you see every day as an adventure."

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"Three wishes?... What is there to really wish for...."

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"It's much easier on the emotions when one sees life as an experiment rather than a struggle for popularity."

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Takeshita Toshikuni

"Hmm? That's bothersome..."

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Park Jae-Jun

"Are you going to eat that? Can I have it?"

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Anya

"I'd rather play a greuling game of capture the flag than fall asleep on a chessboard."

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Ueno Jun

"Life is better if you see every day as an adventure."

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Chisa Hamasaki

"People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

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Minomake Konduklein

"Don't touch me; I'm a monster, can't you freaking tell?!"


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