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Look at me.

Hey there, freckles.

Of all people it had to be /him/? Inhaling in order to stop himself from losing his composure, a smile crept up onto pale facade -- "Leave."

#qna #thedarkmagi

"Ja'wife."

"Sindie."

#qna #bararaqsaika

[whispers] will you be my ja'love

-- "I'm afraid I'm wholly committed to my king and Sindria," an apologetic bow, followed by a smile. "Now if you'll excuse my busy self--"

#qna

bararaqsei

[ wealthy thief ,

bararaqsei

The previous night’s events were something that the vizier wished to lock up in the box for unwanted memories and never to revisit those terrible events ever again in his lifetime. How much more ridiculous could Sinbad become through the years? One might think that there were limits to reach but that failed to be this king’s case; ridiculous should be his official middle name!

He’d hoped that the scolding would work, especially since he’d been kind enough to threat Sinbad with the tone and look he’d used on him earlier in the morning yet the other thought it’d be more fun to go against the vizier’s warning. Had he not told him to stay away from the wine?! It was inexplicable that he would dare go into the wine cellar of all places to visit in the Sindrian palace.

Slow and quiet steps, living proof of his former days and childhood as an assassin - not that he wouldn’t kill for Sinbad or Sindria in general but — ah, nonetheless, he had moved to approach the purple-haired man. An ominous aura could be almost palpable.

"Your Majesty…"Ah, enough said - Don’t kill your king, Ja’far, don’t kill him, mental notes seemed to work (barely).

bararaqsaika

As plenty ridiculous as he so desired, at least according to the drink that controlled his humour when he was drunk; The laughter he gained from being outrageous when he drank was something that didn’t help keep his behaviour in check either! Still, the utter banishment of drink from Sinbad’s usual diet was a bit over-the-top since it wasn’t like many people actually remembered seeing the pale, scarred columns as Sinbad had crouched behind Ja’far and tugged his robes up in a quick motion. He’d just find a bottle that suited his tastes when the air seemed to chill along with the presence of an ominous shadow that lurked human shaped along him and at a slant up the dusty wine shelves. He turned around, having quickly shoved the bottle into the rack in an action that would in no way save him from the utter tongue lashing he was likely going to receive from his trusted vizier.

"Ja’far.." Tone a little wobbly as he hitched a wide, boyish grin onto his face. "What are you doing here? I thought you were working." And on the list of things to say to an overworked ex-assassin who had to mantra so he wouldn’t kill his king, that was somewhere around the region of ‘don’t put on the list’.

bararaqsei

The issue didn't lie in the fact that 'most' people didn't remember the past night's events - the point was that Ja'far himself could easily recollect what occurred and that the monarch actually dared go to such lengths in the middle of his amused, drunken stage during the festival.

Was that enough reason for the vizier to be incredibly annoyed as he currently felt? No. Sinbad had also contributed to worsening his very own punishment inflicted by his advisor.

Count to ten, Ja'far. Breathe, Taking a step closer to the king, disbelief plastered on his pale features, trembling hands reached up to grasp the purple-headed man's attire, grip tight on the fabric he wore; it was simply unbelievable! "Sin..." - - and he began to shake the other, frustration evident by then. "Sin, do you think doing this to me is a joke!? Third all-nighter; third! You can't continue fooling around like this!" Even after embarrassing me like that! "You will not drink a single drop - you will work until it's time to dine!" Brow twitching in annoyance while resisted the urge to strangle his handful of a king.

#r!wealthythief #{im die hsjd}

Hi there secretary. What are your mun's ships?

outofscrolls; Oou~ the mun ships quite a lot (in the Magi fandom) but let's go with the main ones, mm? SinJa (biggest otp), SharrYamu, HakuryuuMorgiana, TitusSphintus & MasShar. (the mun would also like to sometime try KouenJa'far for some reason--?)

#{OOC}

{ bararaqsaika replied to your post: "Feel like a holiday?" }

-- "I'm glad you're in a mood good enough to make jokes; why don't you use that energy to start working?"

#bararaqsaika

The Sins have multiplied and this advisor has no idea what to feel.

#{online}#{jesus ashjd;d goes to work on starters~}

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"Ja'far's transformation" /Magi/ translation

A very belated birthday present for my dear friend Dunbun!

Original comic from here.

#{e!memories}#q

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Sinbad || Djinn Equip: Baal

#{Him}#{Baal}

[[ outofscrolls; -frantically waves at all of the amazing followers- I'm supposed to be studying but I'm good at multitasking so-- aah, anyone willing to roleplay just hit me up, yeah? We can talk things out / I could plan a starter or somethin' along those lines? Thank you all! ]]

#{OOC}#{honestly thought the fandom was dead}

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The Eight Generals

らくがき＋王宮でナイト無配と当日のお詫び

[ wealthy thief ,

A little past noon, hurried steps shouldn’t have been the cause for intimidation nor worried glances - yet it was. Why did it always happen? A King should be the most responsible entity within the monarchy and yet this peculiar ruler certainly seemed to have his mind and interests as a whole elsewhere; that is, away from work and all that such entailed. This was the reason why the royal advisor practically stomped his feet - in the most delicate of fashions, if such could make sense - as he made his way towards the usual spots where his fugitive enjoyed hiding at.

The most handful of creatures!

"Sin—!?" Words were even cut off before the entire thought left his lips upon noticing the king’s desk was empty; Who am I kidding,. As if Sinbad would willingly come to his office and do work. That wouldn’t happen in a million years, it was a sad reality! It also meant further work for Ja’far (not that he minded, of course, but they do always say that extremes are bad). A pale eyebrow twitched in sheer annoyance and it took a strong will to not break something - he’d learned to control himself throughout the years. Diplomacy and manners overall were necessary when occupying such an important position as he did after all.

The temptation to drown in work while Sinbad busied himself doing Solomon-knows-what had to be forcefully set aside the second ears caught passing servants indulged in chatter - ‘The King sure drank a lot last night, huh?’ Don’t remind me, followed by a giggle and a rather interesting response consisting of ‘I didn’t think he’d try to go against Ja’far-san though..’. Ah, was that worry in her tone? It definitely was genuine concern for the king. Wait, what? It confused the former assassin, sparking curiosity within him as he exited the room he’d been occupying before deciding to tour the palace once again in search of Sinbad.

Unamused, quite obvious from the look on his face, the vizier wandered down this and that hall, through the courtyard, back within the palace — pausing when familiar purple locks caught the corner of his eye. Wine…cellar?

bararaqsaika

The utter merriment from last night hadn’t dampened the King’s spirits in the slightest, nor had it stopped him from liking the glass of wine here and there; They had stronger stuff of course but he found a simple pleasure in the delicate, fruity taste of their own Sindrian wine — Which often meant he drank too much and did utterly ridiculous things that made his wine-sodden self laugh but generally left Ja’far wanting to kill things. Flipping his robe up had been utterly hilarious last night but it hadn’t been worth the choking hold Ja’far had had on him once he caught the drunk monarch and proceeded to drag him away from the festivities and towards his chambers so he could sleep it off. Come morning he had been told that his drinking habits were curbed until further notice — ‘You are not to drink a single drop, Sin! I’m warning you!’ his young vizier had lectured, wagging finger and mother pose aplenty. He’d worked for a while. But there it was. That usual thirst that he had managed to dampen with water but water was boring! Where was the exciting taste of wine? He’d waited a while to see if it had gone and when it hadn’t he’d gotten up and left the room because surely one glass wouldn’t hurt. And that was how he was found by Ja’far, having foolishly left the door open as he peered over the racks and racks of wine for something interesting and aged; If he was only allowed a single glass why not drink some of their finer stuff? The special stuff they reserved for visiting monarchy. The king was of course unaware of his impending doom, humming happily to himself as he slid a green, dusty bottle out of it’s rack to peer at the handwritten label before pushing it back in and tugging the next out; And rinse and repeat.

bararaqsei

The previous night's events were something that the vizier wished to lock up in the box for unwanted memories and never to revisit those terrible events ever again in his lifetime. How much more ridiculous could Sinbad become through the years? One might think that there were limits to reach but that failed to be this king's case; ridiculous should be his official middle name!

He'd hoped that the scolding would work, especially since he'd been kind enough to threat Sinbad with the tone and look he'd used on him earlier in the morning yet the other thought it'd be more fun to go against the vizier's warning. Had he not told him to stay away from the wine?! It was inexplicable that he would dare go into the wine cellar of all places to visit in the Sindrian palace.

Slow and quiet steps, living proof of his former days and childhood as an assassin - not that he wouldn't kill for Sinbad or Sindria in general but -- ah, nonetheless, he had moved to approach the purple-haired man. An ominous aura could be almost palpable.

"Your Majesty..."Ah, enough said - Don't kill your king, Ja'far, don't kill him, mental notes seemed to work (barely).

#r!wealthythief

[ wealthy thief ,

A little past noon, hurried steps shouldn't have been the cause for intimidation nor worried glances - yet it was. Why did it always happen? A King should be the most responsible entity within the monarchy and yet this peculiar ruler certainly seemed to have his mind and interests as a whole elsewhere; that is, away from work and all that such entailed. This was the reason why the royal advisor practically stomped his feet - in the most delicate of fashions, if such could make sense - as he made his way towards the usual spots where his fugitive enjoyed hiding at.

The most handful of creatures!

"Sin--!?" Words were even cut off before the entire thought left his lips upon noticing the king's desk was empty; Who am I kidding,. As if Sinbad would willingly come to his office and do work. That wouldn't happen in a million years, it was a sad reality! It also meant further work for Ja'far (not that he minded, of course, but they do always say that extremes are bad). A pale eyebrow twitched in sheer annoyance and it took a strong will to not break something - he'd learned to control himself throughout the years. Diplomacy and manners overall were necessary when occupying such an important position as he did after all.

The temptation to drown in work while Sinbad busied himself doing Solomon-knows-what had to be forcefully set aside the second ears caught passing servants indulged in chatter - 'The King sure drank a lot last night, huh?' Don't remind me, followed by a giggle and a rather interesting response consisting of 'I didn't think he'd try to go against Ja'far-san though..'. Ah, was that worry in her tone? It definitely was genuine concern for the king. Wait, what? It confused the former assassin, sparking curiosity within him as he exited the room he'd been occupying before deciding to tour the palace once again in search of Sinbad.

Unamused, quite obvious from the look on his face, the vizier wandered down this and that hall, through the courtyard, back within the palace -- pausing when familiar purple locks caught the corner of his eye. Wine...cellar?

#r!wealthythief #@#bararaqsaika

[out of scrolls; makin' it simple: where are the Magi roleplayers here? I'll give you all of Sin's wine if you come out and entertain me.

#magi #magi rp #roleplay #[seriously -- help.]#ja'far #jafar

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