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Post by Jafar of Agrabah on Apr 4, 2014 17:27:45 GMT -5
He was going to get that lamp, and he was going to find his way home, if it was the last thing Jafar did. This stinking, smelly hole had lost any charm it had procured, and the sorcerer was longing for the scents of home, for the streets of Agrabah. Grumbling in his head (for one never grumbled out loud - that would give too much away about how he was feeling), the sorcerer prowled through the streets of Storybrooke, hating every step, loathing every sound.
But then... his ears picked up on something. No, not something... someone. Eyes roaming the horizon, Jafar squinted, as finally, the person in question came into view. Her voice was familiar.... she was familiar... was it... Astrid. The small fairy who once had helped him... here. Had she done this to him? Her and her kin? Brought him to this place as punishment for what he had done? But no - fairies held no power, or at least, very little in comparison to one such as he.
Taking a slow breath, Jafar marched over, coming to a stop just behind the woman, a slight smile on his features as he cleared his throat. "What a surprise, my old friend," the sarcasm in his voice was quite clear, " to find someone like you somewhere like here." Tag: Astrid
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