Hi! I'm Clara!~

A RP/Askblog for an original character by @Promisedangel.

[clara-the-djinn]

Chingu let out a heavy sigh. Yes, he could have went to Clara's room, being part of the same group she was, but he really didn't feel like going all the way to her room. Besides, something was up with his computer... "Come on... why is this acting up..." he said, unaware that the genie was on her way to his room.

Clara jingled the door to Chingu’s room. She opened the door a crack before muttering something in surprise to herself. She quickly closed the door. She knocked on the door and then entered. She had a semi-nervous smile.

“Sorry! I remembered you didn’t want me to barge in anymore... Anyway... I don’t know what I can do.”

“I thought you were good at the technology side of magi-tech! That’s why I asked for your help before!”

[clara-the-djinn]

The question comes in very statically... "H-Hello? Clara? C-Can you... me? Some-ings up w-... th- nection here... Ca- help me fix?"

“Huh? Chingu? Why are you messaging me from your computer?”

“You could have just came to my room and said hi to me.” Clara looks at the date of the message.

“Oh, this was sent when I was on a mission! And that’s why I’ve been away from the blog for a while, too! I see I got a bunch of new followers!”

“Welcome! But first, I gotta go over and see what’s wrong with Chingu’s computer.”

“Even though I asked him to help me set up the blog in the first place. Hmm...”

“Oh well!” Clara leaves her room.

[clara-the-djinn]

//No need to apologize, I understand and respect that. Take your time, we'll never rush you. Congratulations on savingcthat town! "Hm... Tell you what, I've come to bargain.* I'll break your seals, execute that guy, and sfw take care of that 'less than 10" year old/young if she's alone, and you fix my Time Mazine. *[Author's Note: Reference explanation: Doctor Strange, 'Doctor Strange, (2016)]

Clara shifted with a look of discomfort.

“When I said we found a girl... we found her body. Her soul was already in the Astral Plane. And as much as I want your help with his punishment, it’s in the orginization’s hands now.”

“And it’s sweet you want to break all my seals, but from what I’ve seen so far, the askers can only affect my world in little ways. One is already broken.”

Slowly, Clara’s mood lightened. “Maybe the way the seals were put on top of each other means that they can only be broken one at a time. I mean, everytime someone tries to break them all at once, the seal just... slaps it like its chastising a child. The seals were put on in a rush, from what I can remember.”

[clara-the-djinn]

//Good morning, how're you?

“I’m good, how are you.” She yawns contently.

“Sorry for replying so late, I got sent on another mission. Some crazy mage was trying to use a small town for a ritual summoning. We were able to stop him in the end... but some of the town was still killed. We... found this little girl. Not even ten yet. I...”

“I hope they execute him for this.”

[clara-the-djinn]

"Wait wait. Idea. *A. You stay, I go, no following. B. I'm already dead, as I'm a ghost. Like, Kamen Rider Ghost Hunter. I'll sacrifice my 99 days time limit, Eyecons, and blog for yours. C. I'll talk to them about removing your seals. And if talking won't work, then 'henshin', and I'll fight." *[Author's Note: Reference explanation: The Unnamed Iron Giant, 'The Iron Giant', 1999]

“Would that first idea even work? Do you exist in my world? Or can you travel worlds? I know it’s easier for the not-masked askers to exist here, but... for how long?”

She scratched her head, “As for a second one... I don’t know much about this ‘Kamen Rider’ you mention. Even my creator doesn’t know much about it.”

“But... it sounds like your second idea is to end your existence for a chance of freeing my magic.” She grows a serious, concerned face, “I... I don’t want you to do that! To no longer exist... that’s...” She shakes and a few tears peek from her eyes. Fear appears on her face and bleeds into her voice, “That’s horrible...”

[clara-the-djinn]

"Hm..., well that goes that plan... Wait!, idea!, let's go meet those archangels!"

“Archmages, but that’s a reaally bad idea. they’d shut down the blog if they knew about it.”

“Unless...”

“Ooohhh! You want to try finding out how the seals work without giving away that you’re trying to figure it out!~ Sneaky!~”

“Maybe I can try talking to one of them? One of the archmages that give me missions is one of the ones who put the seals on... I think? It may take some time to go talk to them, though. So give me some time.”

[clara-the-djinn]

OP! M!A *I* break ALL of the seals, as I'm OP

The magic repeats and fails to break all the seals.

“I’m pretty sure @promisedangel is OP, as she’s my OP! Hehe!”

(They’re talking about someone Over Powered. Not the Original Poster.)

“Oh! Still applies!”

(not... really?)

“Besides! The askers magic seems more powerful when they don’t use the anon mask. Otherwise, it’d probably take a lot of you working together to break the seals that way!~”

(Clara...)

“C’mon! They weren’t getting the hint!”

(Please stop breaking the fourth wall.)

“Never!”

[clara-the-djinn]

"Ok, what do they look like, and what're they made( out) of?"

“Magic! Duh!”

(The leftmost mark is gone)

“I guess you weren’t here to see when I first showed you all the seals”

[clara-the-djinn]

"Ok, how do I break those seals?"

“One person was able to break one... but when someone else tried to break another one it didn’t work. I’m not sure why...”

“Huh?”

Clara hissed. The magic of the ask flew into her back forcefully, but she felt the seals fight back against it without trouble. Like someone easily swatted a pesky fly away. She took a moment to recoup.

“Owww! That really hurt!”

“That ask’s power felt really weak compared to the seals. I don’t think one person can break seals put in by ten archmages...”

She was silent for a moment.

“Wait a second. I still feel the magic from that previous attempt. How did I not notice it before? Like... it’s still trying.”

“Hey. If that anon that tried to break all of them is still out there, try to focus on one of the seals!”

[clara-the-djinn]

"Oh. I understand and respect that. Now!," Jack claps once and rubs his greedy little ghostly paws together. "Onto more pressing matters. I wish for my own Time Mazine." You know, from Kamen Rider Zi-O.

“Sorry. Even with one of my seals removed, I don’t think I have enough power for a time machine.”

“I think I can make one without the time travel aspect, though! Hold on! I gotta go somewhere where there’s loooots of space!”

Clara snuck out of the Cleaners compound. She found a deep forest nearby. She looked around before she smiled. Magic danced on her fingers before she snapped them. Before her, a standard model Time Mazine materialized, time travel not included.

“Hope that’s a good substitute! But I think anything to do with time travel might have to wait until a couple more seals are broken.”

[clara-the-djinn]

"And how many( wishes) can/could/am I((be allowed )to) make?, one?, three?, INFINITE?"

“Well, I’m a ‘free’ djinn.” She made a sarcastic tone with ‘free’. “So, theoretically, infinite!”

“Buuut, I really shouldn’t do too many. If the higher-ups in the Cleaners know about this blog, it could get shut down.”

“They can be super stingy for no reason!”

[clara-the-djinn]

"And do you've any wish rules?"

“Not... really? There’s just magics I don’t like using or can’t use very well. Like... I can’t use Holy/Light magic, so I can’t heal people or bring people back to life. Although I hear that’s reeeallly tough to do anyway.”

“I’m good at stuff like conjuration, fire, wind, water, a looot of arcane magic! I think I know how to make a couple barriers, too!”

“And let’s not forget the best kind of magic! Flying! I love flying so much that I always fly! I don’t even make legs for me to stand on!”

[clara-the-djinn]

//Do you accept random rp starters?

(Yes, I do. To be honest I’ve been busy and forgot about this blog)

“I know you didn’t forget about me ***. You’ve been busy and concentrating on other things. Just... please...”

“Don’t leave me alone like that.”

(I’m sorry, Clara. Really. You know I wouldn’t abandon you.)

“Yes and no. But, we’ll talk about that off-blog”

(Okay)

“But, yes! I love talking with new people! This is a seperate account, so I can even go talk to new people on their blogs since my first seal is broken!”

[chingu-bohoja]

Clara was about to burst into his room, but decided instead to knock. She knocked awkwardly with her elbow, "Chingu!!~"

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

He got up from his desk and walked up to the door and opened it. “Oh! Hey Clara,” he said, “I uh, didn’t think that was you for a moment. What’s up?”

[clara-the-djinn]

chingu-bohoja

As Chingu was pushed back, the flames that surrounded them moved along with the human. As the flames moved through Clara, she could feel the intense heat, but they did not set fire, nor burn the genie at all.

The shove brought Chingu back to reality and at first, looked panicked. However, he calmed down a bit once he realized that the fires were not doing anything to harm him.

“What is this?” he asked out loud, “What’s going on?”

Clara blinked. Did he really not know? Did the magic take over his mind for a few moments? She pushed those thoughts to the side. She replied with a slight panic.

“I don’t know! You hugged me without warning and now there’s magic fire!”

[chingu-bohoja]

Clara was about to burst into his room, but decided instead to knock. She knocked awkwardly with her elbow, "Chingu!!~"

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

He got up from his desk and walked up to the door and opened it. “Oh! Hey Clara,” he said, “I uh, didn’t think that was you for a moment. What’s up?”

[clara-the-djinn]

chingu-bohoja

“Clara… you’ve been so protective of me ever since we first met. You seem to always have the answers for whatever seems to be my problem. Not to mention you’re like the only one who will talk with me for more than a few minutes,” Chingu chuckled a little.

“The truth is Clara… I like you. I… want to be by your side forever…”

His body began to heat up a lot faster. Clara could feel in the magic that something was about to happen.

The magic wasn’t a concern for Clara. This emotional situation was a greater concern. This was dangerous thinking.

“You… you know that’s impossible, right? I am going to live eons past you if no one manages to kill me. Even past the long lifespan…” She heaves a great sigh as she looked him straight in the eye.

“I… can’t feel that kind of love.”

[chingu-bohoja]

Chingu clinged to the genie a little tighter. “I don’t care about that Clara… I… I can work around it… I… I…”

The magic finally burst out. Flames surrounded the two, but somehow, nothing was getting set on fire, even though they could feel the heat of the raging flames around them.

[clara-the-djinn]

Clara began to wince slightly with his clinging. She whined, “You’re hurting-”

The flames erupted around them. In a panic, she pushed Chingu off her, knowing she could handle the flames better than him. Yet, she felt no burns. She looked over to see no burns on him as well.

[chingu-bohoja]

Clara was about to burst into his room, but decided instead to knock. She knocked awkwardly with her elbow, "Chingu!!~"

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

He got up from his desk and walked up to the door and opened it. “Oh! Hey Clara,” he said, “I uh, didn’t think that was you for a moment. What’s up?”

[clara-the-djinn]

chingu-bohoja

“Clara… you’ve been so protective of me ever since we first met. You seem to always have the answers for whatever seems to be my problem. Not to mention you’re like the only one who will talk with me for more than a few minutes,” Chingu chuckled a little.

“The truth is Clara… I like you. I… want to be by your side forever…”

His body began to heat up a lot faster. Clara could feel in the magic that something was about to happen.

The magic wasn’t a concern for Clara. This emotional situation was a greater concern. This was dangerous thinking.

“You... you know that’s impossible, right? I am going to live eons past you if no one manages to kill me. Even past the long lifespan...” She heaves a great sigh as she looked him straight in the eye.

“I... can’t feel that kind of love.”

[chingu-bohoja]

Clara was about to burst into his room, but decided instead to knock. She knocked awkwardly with her elbow, "Chingu!!~"

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

He got up from his desk and walked up to the door and opened it. “Oh! Hey Clara,” he said, “I uh, didn’t think that was you for a moment. What’s up?”

[clara-the-djinn]

chingu-bohoja

When Clara put her hand on Chingu’s forehead, she could feel heat radiating from him. However, this was no ordinary heat. Clara could easily feel this. It was magical in some way, shape, or form.

Upon Clara’s touch, Chingu’s body shivered a little. “Clara… I… I’m fine. I feel ok. Why? Do you sense something?”

Clara shook her head.

“No, I just-” She paused. Her gaze suddenly turned serious. This was definitely magic. She didn’t feel any sort of hostility or curse, so it wasn’t from that. This was something she couldn’t notice until it was too late; something from Chingu’s magic.

[chingu-bohoja]

Chingu pulled Clara into an embrace. Now Clara could feel that not just his forehead was warm, his entire body was as well. It wasn’t raging, aggressive, or out of control. It was almost inviting. It felt like sitting next to a fireplace during a cold winter night.

“You were just protecting me… as always… right Clara?”

[clara-the-djinn]

Clara felt the inviting hug, but only slumped in his arms. She only frowned and gave a calm but confused tone.

“Why are you hugging me like this? It’s... nice, but... I don’t understand.”