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Post by Jafar of Agrabah on Apr 4, 2014 16:17:17 GMT -5
Dressed in loose-fitted dark clothing, staff in his left hand and free hand raised slightly to protect his eyes from the blistering sun, the master of magic surveyed this new world he had been borne into with confusion, and a great deal of distaste.
As Jafar walked the streets of Storybrooke, he tried not to let the feeling of distain show too much on his face. This place… if it could be called that… was so… dirty, so used, and so very common. Oh, he had been in worse, of course, the side-streets of his homeland and the questionable taverns there for one, but there, there was a language that people spoke, one that was universal and understood between them. Everyone had their place, their reasoning, and he supposed this hell-based hole was no different.
Here, though, the people were a mystery, their doings and beings strange and unseemly. Women, dressed in trousers, with short hair! It was all very odd, to say the least. Still, perhaps in this strange place Jafar could find some way back – after all, he and the Red Queen still had many a score to settle.
As he walked down the street, his eye caught upon a strange object in the window of one of the shops – at least, he assumed that it was a shop. His eyebrow raised, and the dark haired man let out a soft hum of interest. How very curious. After a slight moment’s hesitation, Jafar walked through the shop and to the front desk, clearing his throat, his heart hammering in his chest as his mind’s eye once again pictured that which he’d found… the lamp he’d been looking for. Tag: Belle French
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Post by Belle French on Apr 4, 2014 16:56:51 GMT -5
She frowned at the dust that had been collecting on the items of the shop. It had been a lonely uneventful existence as of late. She loved the collection of things Rumple had managed to gather throughout the years, and yet it always felt so wrong. He had personal items from just about every fairy tale character in existence. The brunette could never understand why he had insisted on having so many things, but it must have been the fruit of his deals. Her icy hued eyes stared at the clock on the wall. It was just about time to close for the day. She missed the Enchanted Forest some days because it provided her with something to do. She was not content with just sitting in the shop, something within her stirred begging her to seek some kind of adventure. A slow and playful smirk danced across her face as she thought about Knave and their time spent in Wonderland. If only he had been around, then perhaps they could have gone out for a drink for old time sake. This was Storybrooke, the only thing eventual around here was Regina and Mr. Gold’s bickering. She laughed to herself and diverted her attention back to her book. Her fingers turned the page of an enchanting tale called Arabian Nights. She smiled thoughtfully while chewing on a raw carrot and losing herself in the magic of a good book. Her thoughts were torn from the ancient pages at the sound of the bell dinging over the door to let her know that she actually had a customer. For a moment she rolled her eyes thinking that perhaps Leroy had come back to complain about Gold having his axe. She would have more than willingly given it to him, but Mr. Gold had been insistent on keeping it. Belle was simply a caretaker of his items and did not wish to know what he had done to get them. It would most likely only infuriate her anyways. A man who seemed out of place cleared his throat attempting to get her attention. She tucked some hair behind her ear and stopped for a moment to stare at him. She blinked and looked from her book to the man in strange clothes before her. He looked like a character straight out of her book. A slight crimson hue flushed her face.. was she beginning to imagine the characters into reality? The day was about to get a whole lot more interesting than she had previously imagined it to be. She put her carrots down and closed the distance between herself and the man. There was an aura of darkness that she could sense radiating from him. Her smile was sweet and welcoming as she extended a dainty hand to him. “Hello, I’m Belle. You look as though you are far from home. How can I help you?” Her tone was genuine and enchanting. Her accent was surely unforgettable as she tried to make him feel at home. There was something unnerving to her about the situation, but dangerous men was her forte. Tag: Jafar of Agrabah
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Post by Jafar of Agrabah on Apr 4, 2014 17:06:25 GMT -5
Jafar looked up as the woman addressed him, and raised an eyebrow for a moment, before his eyes crinkled and his mouth turned into a slight, genuine smile. Women were always so easy to turn to one's will. He was sure this one woudl be no obstacle, either.
He took her hand, bowing his head low over it before kissing it, smiling at her as he stood straight again and allowed her hand back. "Enchanted," he murmured, then hesitated. "An item in your shop caught my eye, and I was wondering whether you would allow a traveller like myself a look at the item?" he asked. He wasn't sure whether she'd adhere to his will, but if not... well, there were other ways to get what he wanted. Still, he'd rather try good old fashioned charm first. Magic could come later, if necessary.
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Post by Belle French on Apr 4, 2014 17:11:42 GMT -5
Belle arched a chocolate hued brow at his actions as his lips pressed against her hand. This man had some sort of nerve walking into Mr. Gold’s shop and placing a kiss on Belle’s hand. Even if she was not with Mr. Gold this would be rather brash. She was not buying his charm and her eye twitched in annoyance. Belle could not be sure if it was simply because he was from another land and women fell to his feet, or if he simply was that powerful that he did not fear a woman’s wrath. She cleared her throat and tried to remain professional while backing up a bit to get some healthy distance from the charming man. It was not that he was unattractive, but there something obviously dangerous about him. “You can look at anything in this shop, but you cannot touch.” Her tone was stern as though she was talking about herself rather than the items that the shop held. She shook her head to herself and reminded herself that this was a business and she would have to endure all sorts of customers, “What item has caught your eye?” Jafar of Agrabah
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Post by Jafar of Agrabah on Apr 4, 2014 17:16:52 GMT -5
Interesting. The woman seemed oblivious to his charm. Either she had experience with men like him, or she was stupid... Jafar wasn't entirely certain which. Either way, it was certainly intriguing, and made for quite the challenge.
Watching her back up, he smiled, taking a step back himself and bowing his head in respect. "My lady, I do apologise if my ways have frightened you at all," he spoke in a honeyed tone. "I am a stranger in this place, and know only of the ways of my own people," perhaps getting sympathy would help....
Still though, that stern tone of hers did not please him, and a grimace crossed Jafar's face for a second before he schooled it back into neutral charm. "Of course, dear Lady," he paused, turning to the window. "The lamp, there in the window... I have not seen one like it for quite some time, and it rather caught my attention," he chuckled. "perhaps it is homesickness,"
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Post by Belle French on Apr 4, 2014 17:37:20 GMT -5
A touch of his charm seemed to get past her barrier as she felt sympathy for the man not used to her own world. She gave him one of her heart melting award winning Belle smiles to try to put his mind at ease. Belle would never admit defeat and she would never bow to a man, she was simply being Belle. The woman was loved in the town for her kindness and grace where as her other half could be quite cruel. Jafar was lucky that Belle was running the shop at this time rather than Gold, or he might just be added to Gold’s collection. As he motioned to the lamp she felt a bit uneasy. Knave was her best friend and he was a genie. She silently thanked the Gods that it was not Knave’s lamp. She could only assume that he was from a land like the one in her book because of his interest in the lamp.
“Sure. Let me grab it for you.” She put on some nonslip gloves before grabbing the lamp for him. Her gaze met his carefully as she held a pair of gloves out for him so that he could not summon the dormant genie. Belle was completely oblivious to the fact that Gold had cast a protection spell on it, just so that some random dumbass did not come into the shop and summon a genie, “Is this what you are looking for?” She tilted her head curiously awaiting his actions. Belle would smack him upside the head if he tried to summon the genie. The item was not for sale, but she would indulge him because she knew the feeling of being homesick.
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Post by Jafar of Agrabah on Apr 4, 2014 17:49:38 GMT -5
Jafar smiled at the lady, grateful that Belle seemed to have fallen for his sympathy vote, happy that the old tricks had worked. Using magic so quickly would have been ... unfortunate. He'd much rather have her trust, first.
Following her to the lamp, his eyes smiled at hers for a moment as their gazes met, before falling to the lamp, taking in the beautiful craftsmanship, his eyes catching on the writing on the spout. "Beautiful," he murmured with a smile. He chuckled softly, smiling at Belle. "I thank you for indulging me, dear Belle." he turned his gaze back to the lamp, eyes whisking over it. "Do you know what those markings mean?" he asked. Of course, he knew, but he was intrigued as to whether she did, or not. She looked learned, and if the book she had been reading when he'd entered was anything to go by, she might have more to her than met the eye.[/blockquote
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Post by Belle French on Apr 4, 2014 18:12:15 GMT -5
Belle was surprised that he had asked her for a scholar moment. She blinked completely taken aback by his question. Her heart fluttered against her will as she stared mindlessly at him for a moment. There was something dangerous about this man, but she would indulge him until his motives were made clear. She was thankful that he had not rubbed the lamp because she was not in the mood to go slapping the man all through Storybrooke. “Let’s see…” She smiled innocently enough while she hovered her fingers above the markings. The letters were a lost and forgotten language to this land, and to the Enchanted Forest, but luckily for her she was a master at finding her way around these types of things. Belle’s passion for continued knowledge drove her into the darkest places of the forgotten world. She had spent countless of hours alone in Rumpelstiltskin’s castle while he went to do his devious dark arts. She knew if there was a problem, she could find the solution, “Hmmm…” Her tone was thoughtful as she squinted her eyes to read the text. It had been worn down from the sands of Agrabah. She blew against the antique metal trying to clear the dust from the inlaid text. The ancient runes danced in a blazing light before them. The lamp responded to the pureness that echoed from Belle. Her mother had one been a Fairy who had given her wings for her father so that she could follow the path of true love, and everything good about her had been handed down to Belle. A slow and smug smirk crept across her otherwise angelic face as she side glanced Jafar. Belle was all about unique items and history. Her eyes were lite up like the 4th of July with excitement. “It reads, only the purest of hearts can command this genie.” She gently set the lamp back down in the window and the radiating light ceased to react after it no longer had Belle’s warm touch, “So if there is a darkness that follows you it will never belong to you. A man who is dark cannot command this genie.”
Belle went behind the counter and organized a few things while watching him out of the corner of her eye. She had shown her brilliance and appreciation for things from his world. Jafar of Agrabah
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Post by Jafar of Agrabah on Apr 4, 2014 18:25:07 GMT -5
Jafar raised an eyebrow, secretly impressed, which said a lot. Apparently, there was more to this damsel than met the eye... how intriguing. He smiled, seeing her smirk, and watched her almost bubble with excitement.
"Very intriguing," he murmured. "You have a gift for the reading of ancient languages, young one," he smiled at her. "Forgive me, I must seem presumptuous. My mother once owned such a lamp, although there was no genie within... seeing this item simply made me curious, as she would never tell me the story behind it," complete lies and nonsense, but it might get Belle on his side.
He cocked his head to the side as he watched her move back to the counter, thinking hard. "You treat the items around you with much care - more care than they have been afforded in their previous lives, Belle," he said, her name a caress upon a breeze as he spoke. "I am impressed,"
Jafar slunk forward, standing in front of the counter, though not so far as to seem threatening. "Perhaps you could indulge me one more time, dear lady,"
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Post by Belle French on Apr 4, 2014 19:11:06 GMT -5
The man before her was a curious being. Anyone else in town would have probably either ran away or tried to kill him, but not Belle. She was known to adore tortured souls and always believe that there was a goodness deep down within the darkness. She was a firm believer that evil was not born into this world but simply molded by the fates of disaster. She appreciated his kind words, because kind words were not always spoken in this shop. She nodded acknowledging him.
“Sure, I have some time.” She eyed the clock on the wall. She had an hour before closing time, but something told her this man was not going anywhere anytime soon. Belle bit down on her bottom lip nervously as her eyes caught his gaze once more, “Your mother sounds like she was a fascinating woman. It takes a special mind to be entangled with items such as that.” She motioned to the lamp, “Unfortunately Mr. Gold has a strict rule about that lamp being unsellable, but most of everything else in this shop is. Now what indulgence did you have in mind, sir?”
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Post by Jafar of Agrabah on Apr 4, 2014 19:31:40 GMT -5
Apparently, this woman was quite different from those he had previously encountered. She bore a strong soul and wise eyes... and had obvously had her own dealings in darkened times, for there were hints of warning about her... and the ever-so-slight trace of magic. Jafar glanced at Belle curiously for a moment before dropping his gaze back down to the lamp, managing a slight smile at the mention of his mother. She was nothing like he had said to Belle, but she had been fascinating, in her own way.
"She was a true genius of her own mind, I often wonder...." he shrugged, shaking his head. "Thank-you, it is much appreciated," he paused, eyes alighting on a necklace nearby that he had noticed. "This little item rather caught my gaze, it is most unusual," he chuckled at her calling him "sir". "Please, call me Jafar,"
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