Arrow (arrowroro) wrote in birthrightrpg, @ 2020-10-21 07:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~merrick, ~ro clark |
Houseguests
Who: Ro and Merrick
What: Ro steals something. It does not go the way she thought.
Where: Ro's apartment
When: Present
Ratings/Warnings: Some adult themes
There were a lot of things Ro didn't mind. She considered herself an easy-going person, who would try nearly anything once. And the whole point of these random encounters was to get fed. Still, she hadn’t taken that much energy off tonight's hook up, a middle-aged man named Frank. Not enough to excuse the way he rolled off her, even after Ro pointed out that she hadn't finished. But apparently that was her own problem and Frank continued, she should probably leave.
So fuck Frank, basically. Metaphorically and karmically, not in the literal way that had just ended. It had been some years since Ro had stolen anything from a hookup but Frank had it coming. There was a worn looking leather bag on a shelf. Something to take to mess with Frank that he probably wasn't using regularly and might not notice was gone right away. One day he'd look for it and it would be gone because fuck him.
Ro set her loot on the car seat beside her as she drove home. Something inside had a bit of weight but she didn't both looking until she'd set the bag down on the kitchen counter at her apartment. When she pulled open the drawstring, there was some kind of urn or jar inside. Ro pulled it out with some trepidation and lifted the lid. If she'd accidently stolen grandma's ashes or something, she was going to feel awful.
Merrick was quite aware his keeper Frank Ridley occasionally brought individuals into the apartment for pleasurable romps. The djinn himself had been a subject of two or three. And whenever the stranger entered the apartment, Merrick often went into his vessel or outside for a long walk before anyone could see him.
Smoothing the sleeves of his deep purple jacket, he was moving about the streets nearby and saw a few of the food trucks he had discovered along with the young man Ronnie. Merrick sighed, buying a white chocolate milkshake and sipping it as the night drew on.
As he sat on a bench and fought to see the stars through the haze of casino light, the djinn felt a familiar pull and disappeared. Then he reappeared in Ro’s kitchen, sighing as he saw her holding his vessel. Wasn’t she Frank’s sexual partner tonight?
“Hello,” Merrick spoke, flexing his fingers as his hands rested at his sides. His rings lightly clinked against one another. His hair was in a bit of a pompadour.
"Oh, shit," Ro swore, nearly letting go of the jar thing in her surprise before fumbling it back onto the counter. No matter how much strange shit shit she'd seen her lifetime, she was still startled by something like a man materializing in her apartment. Handsome and well accessorized or not. "The fuck?" she offered.
The djinn’s eyes flickered to his vessel as it was nearly dropped. Then he blinked back to look the woman in the eyes. So she was his new...mast..mistress. “Mmm, clearly not me but my former master. Aren’t you the one he brought home to fornicate with?” Merrick smirked and gestured casually in the air.
Then he spoke again, “We have rules to cover now you are my new mistress.”
"Frank? That's one way to put it." Ro blinked, still completely lost. "Did I accidentally get involved in some magical kink thing nobody told me about? Because that's the kind of thing you should discuss first."
“No, no you haven’t. To get to the point. I am a djinn and you are my mistress.” Merrick spoke, standing there still and polite, but not without a bit of snark.
Ro hooked her foot around the leg of a barstool and drew it out so she could sit down. "What? Is there a better point you can get to? Or a more complete point? I'm still not entirely sure what just happened."
Breathing, Merrick nodded at Ro’s questions. “You touched this clay vessel,” he spoke and pointed towards the object which moved away from djinn as if repelled by Merrick’s presence. “I am bound to it and the person who possesses it. I am sure you have seen Aladdin. ‘Phenomenal cosmic power., Three wishes. Yet there are rules and I have a request.”
"I mean yes, I've seen Aladdin." She'd had to rent something to watch to fill her time back in the '90s and before Netflix. "I always thought djinn were myths, even for supernaturals. I've never heard of a real one."
Ro looked again at this man - djinn - in his purple jacket and rings. "Define bound? And what request? And what happens to your last guy, whatever his name is?" She'd forgotten the name Frank in her shock.
Merrick had watched it a couple of years back - fascinated how entertainment had changed. It was usually another long conversation prior to Frank. “Mmm, as far as I have seen over the centuries, there may not be many left.” He spoke without a waver in his confidence.
“I cannot move far from it unless agreed upon by my master or mistress. If it breaks, I must bind myself to another object. Once the three wishes are granted, I am confined to it until another master or mistress touches it. Also - after the first touch of a new master or mistress...wow, getting bored of saying this already...I can withdraw and go inside the vessel of my own choice.” Merrick blinked and nodded. “I would like to request that you agree, not a wish, that I have the ability to walk the entirety of Las Vegas and Searchlight. Oh...Frank? Nothing. He’s without me. As disgusting and lowly as before.”
"I don't care where you go," Ro said quickly, nearly tripping over the words. "How much am I supposed to be in control of what you do? Because that...sounds like a lot."
Merrick leaned against the counter, making his vessel venture closer to Ro. “Thank you. It’s not really. Just the wishes and if you wanted me back here, just touch the vessel. No love spells, bring people back from the dead, no wishing for additional wishes. In the past, I granted wishes for individuals’ deaths, but I do not do that anymore. I have some personal boundaries.”
"Oh right. Of course," Ro said vaguely. Why did she feel like she'd come home with a pet she hadn’t planned for? "What if I don't want anything? For wishes? You just live here forever?"
His bedside manner wasn’t the best. But the introduction was often this way. “As long as you possess my vessel. But you could always give it to someone else and off I go.” Merrick stepped around Ro and took a seat on one of the other stools.
"But what if they're a dick?" she asked. "That last guy was a dick and all I did was screw him."
“Can’t help who are dicks,” Merrick smirked. “Yes, he was. Well, I have a feeling he will get what is coming to him in the end - sooner or later. I have in the past...gotten someone to become my master or mistress instead of the previous person.” He winked.
"But what do you want?" Ro waved a hand and then ran it through her hair. "You're a person. I mean I think?"
With Ro being his second mistress since Arthur, Merrick was touched by her first question. He had many in the past who had asked it, but it didn’t impact him as much back then as it did now. “I am a person, a creature, a monster, an entity. Whichever you like.” The djinn spoke, his voice softer as he turned to catch Ro’s eyes. “Many things. But the freedom to move as you have already agreed - it includes if I would like to stay the night with an acquaintance.” It was a simple want and he did not want to get into the big things during the first night of their relationship.
"Oh trust me," Ro said slowly, raising her eyebrows. "I am the last person to stop anyone from staying the night somewhere."
“All right,” Merrick replied softly. Then he arched an eyebrow. “Earlier you thought djinn were myths even among supernaturals. Does that mean you know of other supernatural beings?” The djinn was curious, not having been around any in a long while or at least any that he had been aware were supernatural.
"I'm an etheric vampire so there's some of my friends or people I know. Also me." She shrugged. Her type was fairly rare but obviously not as rare as djinn. Cause wow, was she not expecting that. And he lived with her now. Apparently.
Merrick blinked. Now that was fascinating. He had thought he had seen some interesting people during his countless walks. But Las Vegas was a busy place with loads of interesting individuals. “That is interesting.” The djinn cleared his throat. “I don’t think I’ve told you my name. I’m Merrick. And I would love to learn more about an etheric vampire.” He smiled.
"I'm Arrow. Ro is fine. Nice to meet you." Nice to meet her...new roommate? What was happening? What was she going to do? She couldn't have a person around all the time. She didn't do that.
"I need a drink. Or something to eat. Do you eat?" Ro got up and grabbed a container from the counter next to the fridge. "You like macrons?" She opened the container to reveal a collection of colorful cookies. Ro took a bite before continuing.
"My type feeds on lust. I'm not home a lot."
“Pleasure to meet you, Ro.” Merrick watched his new mistress. He thought she was understandably still freaked out. And it was confirmed.
“I don’t need to, but I find it enjoyable. Don’t mind if I do.” He smiled warmly and took a pink one.
“And can I assume that Frank did not satisfy?” The djinn asked bluntly and took a bite out of macron.
Ro didn't mind bluntness. It was easier. "He was a dick. I have ways to make sure my partner enjoys themselves. He wasn’t interested in returning the courtesy. I took what I thought was something he wouldn't miss right away to fuck with him. That's why you're here."
“Mmm, good choice.” Merrick smirked and ate the rest of the macron. It was too early in their relationship to offer himself for pleasure or sustenance. The djinn thought Ro seemed nice, but time would tell.
"Impulse control isn't my strong suit." Ro scrubbed her hands through her hair, making it stand up on end. "I still have so many questions. You're here unless I decide to play finder's keeper's with your jar out in Las Vegas Boulevard? Do you sleep in the jar? Do you sleep? Is this how you actually look or are you a cloud of smoke in a man suit? If the jar is locked in a safe or something, can you get out or are you stuck in the safe?"
The djinn turned a little as the questions sped out of Ro’s mouth. Was she one of those? Breathing deeply, he let the silence come and nodded. “Yes. Sometimes. When I want to. Cloud of smoke naturally, but I am what you see right now. I can get out of the safe.”
Ro usually tried to keep all the thoughts that bounced around her head from spewing out her mouth. Usually. But nothing about this was usual. Having this strange man, genie, person in her home was not usually. "Good. That's good. I'm guessing you can get back into the safe too then." She crammed a macron into her mouth.
"So what usually happens next? In your experience? And don't say make wishes, I am not even prepared to handle what that is."
Smiling warmly, Merrick nodded. “I can.” He hadn’t been around someone who had loads of questions in rapid succession. It was a bit refreshing really.
“I won’t say that then. Depending on the knowledge, patience, or attention of my master or mistress, things can happen quite quickly. But some just say ‘eh’ and put my vessel on a shelf after agreeing to some things - like roaming distance, a cell phone. I am good with either. And I can disappear...leave you in peace for a little while.”
At least Merrick was smiling during this. Ro wasn’t. "Sorry. I'm just not used to having other people where I live. Definitely not strangers." That probably sounded terrible. "What's ideal for you? Your best case scenario? Unless you want me to leave your jar on Las Vegas Boulevard?"
“Mmm,” he hummed and stood up, pushing the stool underneath the bartop. “I have two acquaintances in the area if you prefer to hand me off to one of them. I dare not go to someone I do not know at all. But usually I do not have a choice.” Merrick spoke softly.
"That's…" Ro took a breath. "I can't imagine."
The djinn grew still for a moment as he looked down at Ro. Then Merrick slowly reached over to run the backs of his fingers along her cheek. “It’s quite all right. I think you need some rest. I can go back into my vessel until morning.”
Amazingly Ro didn't argue. She looked at the blinking time on the microwave and then stood. "I think I am going to go to bed," and panic in private. "You can stay out, if you want. Whatever makes you comfortable. There's food. Some of it might be leftover takeout. But yeah. Yeah."
“Sleep well, Ro,” Merrick sighed as he watched her stand up. “Don’t worry. We can talk more later.”
Ro nodded and then headed down the hall, shutting the door of her bedroom firmly behind her.