khalid_el_kamil (khalid_el_kamil) wrote in pastarillius, @ 2008-05-22 23:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | henisey, khalid |
Who: Khalid and Hennisey
Where: Iraq
When: Day before the wave
What: mr insane meets lil miss insane and they both ... no idea what to write here ;__;
The day was crisp and warm, it seemed like any other day, in fact to those milling around, doing what they needed, it probably was. Even if walking in their midst was a creature from legend, a thing that had existed longer than any of them could imagine. He walked the streets, a faintly disapproving look upon his face, invisible to all those around him, because that was the way of the Jinn, invisible less they wanted to be seen, and Khalid did not want to be seen. Armed soldiers seemed to litter the streets, if he ever kept himself informed with the goings on of the world outside that which he normally dwelled within, he’d have known they had been there for some time. Only this was the first time in over two hundred years that the Jinn had walked in Baghdad.
It was not the same place he remembered, though why should it be? Everywhere changed with the touch of time, nowhere was as ‘special’ as it once had been, and the Jinn detested what the city had now became. If it weren’t for the fact that he was possessive of the magic he could wield, well who knew maybe he could have brought back the old city, bring back the way it once was, instead of this modern monstrosity that had taken over.
Not even the air smelt as it once had, so why the Jinn would even feel the need to pull himself from the dimension between dimensions and actually dwell fully in this place well … there was only one reason, that being the task he had came there to perform. He would have to inform the Cid, that in future if he wished someone to take care of business off the Island, to send one of the others. This modern world was not the place the Jinn wished to wander.
Khalid’s mind had a tendency to wander from one thing to another, hence it should not have been all too surprising, that when he did come across a small open market, the need to remain unseen soon fled. It didn’t enter his head however, that to appear wearing the outlandish clothing he tended to in this place would cause eyes to look upon him in disdain, for in truth the way he tended to clothe himself wasn’t far different in lots of ways than he had for centuries, perhaps more modern a cut, but the lack in large amounts of clothing had always been the same.
However, someone dressed in black leather hipster pants, flaunting all manner of tattoos about their person, with pierced nipples and large slave cuffs about their wrists, did turn heads, in this city where it was better to be covered from head to foot. As he materialized and left the realm of the Jinn however, the demon that was searching for him, would be able to find his life signature, be able to lock on it, and home herself into his whereabouts, that was of course unless the Jinn, decided to pop out of this reality and back into his own. It didn’t however seem as though he were, as he got into an argument and began to haggle furiously with a store owner, who of course had taken the Jinn to be some insane American due to the way he was dressed. When the Jinn spoke though, that was when the man realized his mistake, he had doubled up the price of his wears, as stupid tourists didn’t understand the culture and would normally pay large amounts more than any item was truly worth.
After having to put up with his mother being insulted due to his over priced spices, being told that his wives were nothing but the droppings of a donkey suffering with tape worms, well, he quickly lowered the price and did so quietly in the hope the insults would either stop, or the one doing so would not carry on doing them as loudly as he had been.
Henisey had grown frustrated. Everytime she seemed to be closer to her target, he would disappear. This was becoming the longest week of her life! With her large, batlike wings spanned out beside her, she travelled over a desert of massive proportions. It was hot and she was hungry, and she didn't know if she would ever find him this time. It appeared that she would forever search for her akri and never find him.
Then, just when she was beginning to lose hope, she felt him. He was close. And he wasn't disappearing. Concentrating on him with all of her might, she moved through space and time to where he was. Materializing outside the shoppe, back in human form and wearing tight fitting jeans and a small tank top, she peeked into the door to see him finally.
He was very attractive, she decided. And he appeared to be angry. Why would her master be angry? That, in itself, made Heni angry. She sauntered into the store, her hips swaying as she inadvertently tried to be more humanlike. She approached the two men with a smile in place, despite her anger. "I want one," she said happily, her singsong voice probably more like nails on a chalkboard to the Jinn than anything else.
It was far off the beaten track, really for ‘tourists’ but still, the store keeper had at first believed the jinn to be such, so it was not so surprising he took the blonde female to be such also. After all, scantily clad females were frowned upon, but how had she managed to get so far into the centre of the city dressed in such away? He gave the Jinn a dirty look and decided that the blonde must ‘belong’ to him.
“You insult my wives and yet you have this …” waving his hand towards Henisey in a flowering type movement, “large mammary glanded wench wandering around with so much flesh visible she would make Mohamed thunderously angry … I am but a poor store keeper but I know how too make my wives dress, buy your heathen woman a burga!” Believing he had every right to feel somewhat outraged by these strangely dressed individuals.
Khalid’s dark eyes wandered towards the female the moment she appeared, he lifted one eyebrow and then scowled at her, before turning back to the store keeper.
He remained quiet as the man waffled on, before lifting a hand and placing a finger lightly against his lips, making a ‘shh’ like sound aimed towards the man.
“You are a vile disturbing little man, and you,” he stated as he turned to glare at Heni once more, “need to find a husband and be given fashion lessons.” Because of course, to some degree the Jinn was incomplete agreement with the storekeeper, women, as far as he was concerned, should be properly attired, even if for the most part he himself was not. “I on the other hand, was here first and demand, that you,” swinging is eyes about to face the man once more, “become nothing but a big … fat … toad.” Of course the man just gave Khalid an odd look, he would not feel the magic mixing in the air, Heni would however, and it was centralized on the small turbaned male.
At first his skin broke into warts, then it began to turn a sickly shade of green, he lost the ability to talk and all that came from his mouth were croaking like sounds, much seemingly to the Jinn’s amusement, as he broke into a wide devilish grin and began to clap his hands. Almost as if he’d forgotten the female was actually there. When the transformation was done with, so the Jinn looked back at Hennisey, and tossed her a brown paper bag, “if I were you, I’d take whatever it is you wanted one of, now rather than later.”
She eyed him curiously, having been rather confused about them speaking of her having a husband. She was not her master's wife... what strange men. When the Jinn had changed the man into a toad, however, her eyes grew wide. He was indeed her akri, if he possessed such magic. She took the paper bag he offered, then put her hands on her hips. The bag crunched as she watched him.
"Akri, you should learn to not do your magic in front of peoples. They may be scared of you," she said, tilting her head to the side. She was very curious about him and the way he looked.
“Piffle” Came in reply to Heni’s statement, though a curious look was passed her way, as really Khalid couldn’t careless, he should have considering where he actually was, and that in this place of all places, Jinn were not exactly seen as the faerie tale creations the rest of the world saw them as. Only, piffle, seemed to be the best reply he could come out with. That and the need to ask her why she was calling him ‘akri’. “Are you calling me names?” Came out after he’d had a mad five hectic minutes of chasing the toad around, and then had settled down to just stuffing a bag full of the spices he’d actually at first intended to purchase.
His true appearance had came into play the moment he’d began to use the magic, so he probably should have wondered more as to why she hadn’t gone running out of the store, when his skin became blue, and his eyes reverted back to being black reflective orbs, that seemed to contain nothing but malice in their depths.
She watched him for a moment, then picked up a shiny crystal from the counter, watching it sparkly. "I do not call akri names, I couldn't," she stated simply. She much liked that he could change colors like her, and that his eyes were similar to some demons she had known in the past. Her akri was going to be fun getting to know.
She hopped up on the counter and crossed her legs indian style. "Akri, you may call me Heni," she said, her voice melodious in the air.
Khalid was tempted to snatch the crystal away from her, because he’d just got away with turning a person into a toad, so snatching the crystal away from the female would be fun. Only he actually managed to subdue that need. “Then why in the name of Allah or should it be what …” the last few words rambled out, as if he were saying them to himself, before his attention went back to her, “my name is Khalid,” saying the name slowly, and in that annoying way that adults did to children as if it would make it easier for them to understand. “Kaaaaaa leeeeeeeeee duhhhhhhhh, so why are you addressing one as akri? What is an akri if it is not an insult?” A most curious of looks upon his face now, as he reached out and poked her firmly on the tip of her nose with his baby finger.
She felt human, he had a lot of magical games he could play, but either in Jinn or human form, he could not truly tell what another creature was, hence the need to lean forward and lick her, because normally he could tell fae from humans, even if they had extremely strong Glamour. The lick also told him nothing, fae was ruled out, so was Jinn, as there was always a disturbance in the magic when another of his kind was near.
“Are you a stupid human, or are you something else?” He asked after the licking was down with, and he changed form to that of a indigo pixie, including wings and drifted away from her, wings fluttering at a rapid rate, hovering for a few moments before going higher and pulling some things off the top shelves of the store, nearly due to not caring and not watching what he was doing, squishing the toad shaped store keeper.
Heni watched, and was quite pleased with her akri's magical abilities. The poor toad, though. She could not keep anything from her master, and so she stood once more. With a blink of the eye, she changed from human to demon, her large purple wings tucked behind her back. Her voice, however, was much the same. "Akri means master," she pointed out, watching the pixie as it flew. "And Heni is your servant now. We were bound together by the bitch goddess." She hoped that he understood her words when he was such a small thing.
Well he may have been in the form of a pixie, and for the most part whilst in another creatures form, the Jinn did tend to act as they acted, but he had been more interested in the answer to his question, than pulling things from the top shelves of the store. Hence, when she replied, the need to pull things off the shelf, stopped and he landed on the ground, the shift fading and once more standing with blue skin and dark eyes, dark eyes which were like pitch black mirrors that reflected Heni’s demonic form right back at her. Khalid had never seen a demon of this sort before, and come on, he was a Jinn … why was he going to question anyone wanting to call him master?
“Does that mean if I tell you to … eat that toad … you’d have to do it?” Because, slave and servant, somewhat muddled in Khalid’s head, the jinn were basically slaves to the magic that bound and created them, yet whilst captured and ‘slaves to the container’ whether it be a bottle, a jug, or a perfectly cut gem, they weren’t strictly slaves to those that summoned them. Which of course was why all those that were granted a wish from a captured Jinn, died.
Not that he actually was going to tell her to eat the toad mind you, but he did want to see her wings when they were full expanded, “can I ride on your back when the moon is high in the sky?” He asked in a much more warmer tone of voice he’d used thus far, as one of his hands reached out and touched lightly upon her closest wing.
Heni contemplated the Jinn for a moment, her pointed finger going to her lips and tapping them softly. "The Heni doesn't have to do as her akri commands, but will feel horrible pain if she goes against his orders too often," she said, nodding her head as a child would. When he touched her wing, she gently unfurled them, the purple scales gleaming in the dulled light. Her left knocked over the things on the counter, but she didn't care. Her akri appeared to be interested in her, which was good.
"The Heni can bear the weight of five grown men," she said proudly, sticking out her demonic chest. "Does akri want to fly?"
Why, yes, yes he did want to fly. Though he did have a task he must perform and somehow reality crept in to his head, which was actually a very rare thing for it to do, and somehow riding on the back of this gorgeously coloured, even if not blue, demon, would cause something of a stir.
“Not at the moment.” Came out of his lips, though when and if they returned to Arillius, then the first thing he was going to be demanding that they do, was fly. Fly high, low, sweep through China Town and hopefully kill a few people whilst they were at it, or maybe not, as then they could well be caught, better to do it, where there weren’t so many people. Maybe in a small town in Erya, or Antul, well he’d work that out when it needed to be worked out. Now, however he needed to control his more playful characteristics and become the professional assassin he was.
Professionalism, didn’t mean he had to be boring however.
“Who is the bitch goddess? And we should both resume a human form less others enter and see us such.” He stated, not really in a commanding tone, but give him time and he’d find it more than fun bossing the demon around. A flourish of deeper blue took over his skin, until he was once more in his human form, though he was liable to change it before they left, as he’d watched a movie called ‘Hitman’ and had found the idea of shifting forms into the character into the movie most amusing.
She followed his lead, shifting instantly back into her human form. She liked this Khalid. "Appolymi is the bitch goddess. She is the goddess of the Atlantean hell realm, and the lost sister of the Greek god Apollo," she said, nodding her head happily.
"What are you doing in this place, akri?" she asked, cocking her head as she looked around the room once more.
Gods, typical. He really couldn’t be bothered about them, the only one he was interested in, was not about to get himself down to earth and completely destroy the planet any time soon, so therefore, she’d answered and he no longer had very much interest in the subject. Hell realms were so over stated or so the Jinn believed, what the fascination was with such places confused him all too much. Why be in a place where the only thing on the menu would be boredom? As obviously, that would be hell for a Jinn, being bored was not something that they could truly stand for all too long.
“I’m on holiday.” Came out with that ‘it’s none of your business’ type tone about it, though knowing Khalid and his need to talk far more than he should, he’d probably tell her when he’d actually got to the point of realizing what all she had said meant.
“And you need to try and arrange different clothing to go outside,” actually now he thought about it so did he, which was something of a pain in the rear end. He was half tempted if she could turn into a male, but due to his own hedonistic ways, and the fact that in reality other than Syn, he quite frankly couldn’t stand keeping the company of many other males, it seemed a pointless thing to have wandering around in his head. He walked to the other side of the counter and picked up a newspaper, and indicated what would be seen as proper attire for a female to be wearing in this part of the city.
“If you can not make such appear, then I assume we must find the door that leads up to the place where,” his eyes sliding towards the still living toad, “he dwells with his horse like wives.”
Oh, but she could! As her akri had asked her to find suitable clothing, she could materialize them. She didn't much like the outfits the women of this place wore, but she had to show her akri that she was willing to listen. With a snap of her fingers, she was covered from head to foot. "Eww," she squealed, looking down at herself. "Heni doesn't like it, akri!" But she would stay in this hot clothing as long as her akri deemed necessary.
"Where are we going now?" she asked, her eyes really the only visible part of her body. They followed him wherever he went, trying to find a good place to hide on his already-over-tattooed body.
Watching as she clothed herself more appropriately, he actually grinned, because in all truth, the dowdy clothing was far from appealing to him either. Even if he did like women to be covered, it didn’t mean they had to be coated in what looked like black Hessian sacks. The transformation of his own clothing, was somewhat different, as it was part of the same magic he used to shape shift, hence he turned from human to jinn and then back to human form with a far more fitting attire covering him.
“Needs must, and wishes need to be limited.” Came out of his mouth, even if it made very little sense, it seemed to make a lot of such to him.
“We are going out there.” He pointed to the door, and began towards it, before he paused, looked at the toad and sighed. “Human.” The man slowly began to return to his true form, as Khalid opened the door wide and waited for Heni to join him outside.
“I am here on business, so if you are to follow me everywhere, then,” looking curiously over to the far side of the road, where there was a small group of armed forces, a few soldiers sitting in an armed vehicle and others beginning to build up a check point, for what he had no clue and quite frankly he didn’t like the fact that there were so many military types around either. Again his mind strayed backwards in time, such a wonderful city, and now it was much like any other place one may visit where mankind held full rule. Shameful really.
“We shall go back to the hotel.” Not that he actually had a room in any hotel, but the one he’d been sent to kill was currently residing in one of the more plush establishments in the city, probably in an area where one could see no sign of the military, or at least Khalid was hoping so.
“Then I will show you oh purple demon, what it is I do.”
Heni was simply happy to be with her master, and that he had accepted her. She followed him much like a puppy would, staring at the brigades of soldiers. She was curious about this new world, as she had never experienced anything like it before. "You work in this place?" she questioned, not meaning to sound snoody about it... but probably coming off as such.
Work, was really quite the wrong word even though Khalid had used it first, he more saw it as a time to play, but still, he didn’t seem all to bothered about the way she asked, as he was always more than willing to talk, mostly because he liked the sound of his own voice mind you, rather than having any huge need to say something productive or exceptionally wise. “I work wherever the need for my kind of talent, this place used to be the epitome of civilization, now look at it. Dirty streets, full of violence and those that do not belong, did you ever venture into Baghdad when it was part of Persia?” He asked, not really answering her question, but doing so in a round about way, mostly so he could get the question in.
Khalid had loved Baghdad, all the scents, all the fragrances wafting in the air, now it more smelt like rotting flesh than the more magical as it once had. A colourful, lively place, where slave markets were abundant, even if his only reason for ever going to them was to either play havoc and set the slaves free, or find a few that one or another of those he did business with would find tasty, and tasty meaning in view of them wishing to eat them, not use them in any other kind of way.
He wasn’t walking very fast, but neither was he truly dithering around, he knew exactly where he had to go, and he knew exactly what the task at hand called for.
“Tell me, what kind of strengths your kind have?” Keeping in mind, he hadn’t actually asked that just yet, and if of course she would be of any use in what he was about to do, or whether he should just make her wait in a room whilst he went about his business, having no clue she could place herself upon his person as a tattoo.
Heni was rather confused and trying to keep up. He went from one question to another quite quickly, so she chewed on her bottom lip as she attempted to make sense of what to answer first. Plunging right in, she said, "Heni has never been to this place before, ever. Mostly, Heni just walked around in Africas with the elephants," she said, nodding her head vigorously.
Oh, now the fun part! She was brimming with excitement. "The Heni can do all sorts of neat things for her akri! Breathing fire, changing faces, flying... all sorts of fun things. OH! The best part, Heni can become a tattoo on akri's body!" she said, beaming. Now she was skipping... oh joy!
A tattoo on his body, he was tempted to ask where she thought she’d fit in, though due to the nature of the tattoo’s on a Jinn, the fact that they told the tale of their lives, of their existence, a place would have already made itself available, as she was now part of his story. Where, would probably depend upon what mood he was in, and those that had the knowledge to read such, would more than likely if they ever got to view his truly naked form, find the varying different places the demoness would end up being placed amusing.
“Breathing fire.” Came out, “tell me more about that, do you just breath it out of your mouth in a long flowing gush, like a dragon or can you use the power of your mind to direct your fire at a particular spot in and on another living creature?” His reason for asking, was pretty basic. If she could merely shoot flames from her mouth, the she was of better use as a back up option, it never hurt to have one with such an ability standing in the back ground, unseen and unsuspecting, ready to take aim and devour all that stood in the way, with a bellowing stream of the hottest of flames. Flames also would regenerate himself, make him stronger, add to whatever manipulative devious business he was up too.
If she could control her fire, if she could make things spontaneously combust, even if it would mean he’d have to teach her human, demonic, and various others anatomy, then she would need to be with him in a much closer way. As what fun would it be, watching a creature standing in front of them, one of their eyes continually watering, watering so much that the liquid that kept them alive was flooding from that one tiny little tear duct, and then being able to look in the other and watch as it began to glow a fiery colour as all the nerve endings behind it, began to burn and explode.
Khalid probably would have skipped too, if his mind hadn’t got itself locked into devious mode. So instead, he gave her a stern look and snapped out, “stop doing that, it looks ridiculous whilst you’re meant to be portraying a demur rather ineffective female in a damn black sack.”
She stopped and hung her head shamefully, crossing her hands before her body. Damn her akri for making her feel stupid! "The Heni can breathe fire big or small, and can direct it to any spot. Though," she paused, thinking about the different things she had used her fire for, "Heni has only ever used her fire for bar-be-que'ing the humans who made her angry. They are yummy with bar-be-que sauce, akri!" She couldn't stay sad or angry for long, and was walking with a bit more pep in her step after revealing her special treat.
"Will akri use Heni for his work?" she questioned, simply because she was curious about such things. She had never known what other Charonte demons did for their masters, except one who was more the akra than her master.
Khalid, well … it wasn’t his intention to make the demoness feel stupid, he just took it for granted she should know how to behave, and therefore snapped at her. Realizing he’d done something ‘wrong’ when she hung her head, so he reached out and cupped her chin in his hand, tilting it upwards looked in her eyes and just shook his head slowly.
His hand dropped as she began to speak, and a smile tittered at the corners of his lips, interesting, very interesting indeed.
“We’ll see,” he said, maybe she would be of use and maybe not, though on this particular occasion, he believed it would be best for her to merely watch, because even if she had the best of intentions a bungled kill, was not something the Jinn wanted to be party too, and the client had not requested that the subject be cooked. Merely that they choke to death on cooked rodent. Though he did suspect that it may be more viewing fun for the client if he got a few of his little darlings on a metal skewer and allowed Heni to cook them up. Get a close in on how the little beasts reacted to being burnt alive, and get a close up view of the subject as he watched. New planning forming in his mind.
“Come we’re nearly there,” he stated, as they entered the less dreary parts of the city and entered into, almost like magic, the less destroyed and forlorn looking streets. Places where if you hadn’t wandered further, you’d never suspect half of the city was nothing more than a bomb site.
She nodded her head, completely happy once more. She did not skip, however, as she recalled her akri told her not to. She merely walked beside him, her brilliant crystalline eyes sparkling as she took in the more beautiful streets. People milled about, though all seemed to not want to linger for too long in the streets.
He actually placed a hand lightly on her back, as the drew closer to the hotel, that he knew the one he’d been sent to find was located within, a wide smile upon his face, what to do though? Enter, claim a room, and then plot further, or just evaporate into mist right here and now, taking the demoness with him? Decisions, decisions, so many choices, but only one would be fitting. Khalid decided upon entering it and causing a scene, preferably a noisy one. Though as they entered through the elaborate doors, the need to get too much attention centred upon them both dwindled. He’d given the Cid his word, that the task would be undertake professionally, and whilst he’d have fun asking Heni to go zapping various patrons of the hotel as they made their way up to the penthouse suites, he doubted Syn on his return would be too pleased that Khalid had deliberately made the humans in the outer realm aware that something not quite natural was happening.
Instead, he made his way directly to the reception desk, and remembered the name he was supposed to register himself in, as it had slipped from his mind for a while, as the room was only booked for one occupant, he soon decided to state a man needed to travel with his wife and that, the infidels in his London based office must have forgotten, and due to the lofty way in which he spoke they were soon given the card key to their room and asked if they needed a porter to help with luggage. The lack of which the Jinn lied about, and would make arrive as soon as they were in their hotel room and he could once more use his magic. The human form was truly limiting and once more he found himself wishing for the old days to be reborn afresh.
When they were taken to their room, the porter hovered expecting a tip, and instead of receiving one, he got himself pushed out the door and had in slammed in his face.
“You may remove the revolting clothing now.” Khalid stated, whilst not really paying a lot of attention to Heni, as he once more took on his blue form, and weaved the magic in the air, to create a good many expensive pieces of luggage to manifest themselves outside of the hotel, whatever they’d be filled with was anyone’s guess, but as he’d been thinking of snow globes, it was a good bet there wasn’t going to be a lot as far as clothing was concerned. Yet honestly, neither one of them truly had need of such anyway.