tainted.

affiliated ja'far.

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there is blood on my hands.

              ｓｔａｉｎｉｎｇ my skin. 

                               tell me, how do i wash it off? 

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{Ｓ ｏ ｍ ｅ ｔ ｉ ｍ ｅ ｓ}  ｂｅｃｏｍｉｎｇ  Ｅ Ｖ Ｉ Ｌ

                                                                   ｓｅｅｍｓ  ｌｉｋｅ  ｉｔ  Ｉ Ｓ

                                                                                                  {ｔ ｈ ｅ  ｏ ｎ ｌ ｙ}  ｏｐｔｉｏｎ  Ｌ Ｅ Ｆ Ｔ

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“I’m not old…”

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                   “-- i’m afraid gray hair is a sign of old age, sin.” today even marks another year to the huge amount already stacked. “i just wish you were more responsible the older you get.”

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' I must ask you this, of someone who seems to know Sinbad personally..... Would he ever forgive the errors done by my family? I know there is much blood on the hands of my father and others, but I want to do so much to fix everything so we don't /have/ to fight. '

                                          f o r g i v e n e s s.                       a foreign concept; laughable, almost.     please, don’t ask about that to a resentful man.

                  experiences in life make a person, one’s overall constitution - personality, traits, values, even the physical aspect - is based off of the experiences that are faced throughout the years; childhood, along with early teenage years, are perhaps the most vital. and during those, ja’far was met with betrayal, fear and pain (both felt and inflicted by him), lies, and… a strange type of forgiveness shown to him, just once, by the shining king of sindria. however, such feeling is naught he can relate to, let alone encourage; letting situations go, furthermore when hurtful and traitorous actions are involved, through mere forgiveness is not part of his persona. an entity who never forgets that which has been done to him - to t h e m, will never truly know forgiveness.

                  and yet, here he stands with the eighth princess of the one empire that is responsible for negativity spread across the lands and their people; the very same empire that considers t h a t TRASH an oracle. it’s a few ways off from making him l a u g h at the mere thought. the young princess, perhaps in her ignorance, speaking of peace of sorts between their countries…

                   w a r is, at times, inevitable. but ren kougyoku… is not at fault, and it’s somewhat painful even to be fully aware of her role in this, of her current position concerning king sinbad and the methods ja’far disapproves of, yet follows nonetheless. this child is but another victim of the world and its vile people, is she not? pitiful.

                  “as much as i would like to reassure you, princess, i’m afraid that i can only offer you possibilities without solidification… but truth, regardless.” yes, ja’far is indeed close to sinbad, but it is exactly due to that relationship that only blasphemy would be spilled if hope was to be handed over to her. “while sindria does not invade other countries, nor do we seek conflict, you must keep in mind that we are part of an alliance – other matters are at hand, you understand? forgiveness is far from a small action a sole man can take.” there is a pause, as if to silently scold himself for not playing along and give false hope; then again, ja’far isn’t that type of person. leave that to sinbad. “ah, but do not be discouraged. if fight for your beliefs is what you desire to do, then follow through; nothing is written in stone, and fate can make different moves.” in this cruel g a  m e.

                            ( for she is strong, and he knows;     he can only wish she was not being toyed with, being taken by granted;                         but not even for this innocent girl will he betray h i m. )

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aggressively protects from men by going on a walk with.

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djinness:

     Her head immediately shots up and she’s met with the visage of Sindria’s own parliamentary official; just as wide eyed as she was only she could not yet choke out her words. There’s a string of panic that rings in her mind when the realization hits harder that she had shouted so indignantly to someone who was amongst the Eight Generals of kingdom of Sindria. So she is still but a child, playing within the gardens whilst the rest of her family tended to their duties as part of the imperial royal family?

     "Ah! I didn’t mean to..!" She scrambles to recollect herself, promptly dusting any natural debris that clung to her dress. Oh, if Ka koubun had caught her like this, he would surely agree at disgraceful it was. Although she’s glad she can properly behave and apologize on her own behalf, this time. The very last thing she would was to earn a bad reputation from Sinbad’s own closest allies.  “Please dismiss that outburst! I’m—”

                       ‘I’m truly sorry.’

     "Huh?!" And she pauses, finding herself at a loss despite having the worlds. He spoke them first — in fact, he keeps going and offers to make up for it. The whole fact that he was the one who (by mistake, of course) squatted her flowers in the first place entirely escaped her. It sounds too tempting and surreal to her ears, and it’s evident that she hesitates to accept. Gradually, she does warm up to the idea. "Would you really make make one and exchange with me?"

     & though the deceit and tricks being played in Sinbad’s little game including the youngest princess of the Kou Empire, it’s impossible to forget that she, too, is a human being whose feelings appear to be rather fragile. There is no support toward the idea of using Kougyoku, though Ja’far would never go against his king and savior – not without a legitimate reason. That truly earns him the same reputation of the Seven Seas ruler, does it not? One is manipulative, and the other allows the manipulation to occur while sitting on the sidelines.

                                        ( it’s not a lie; Ja’far is just as evil, is he not? and yet, why, it’s a wonder, does he remain and attempts to aid this young girl?                                           simple – because children…  )

     “Don’t worry about it, princess. It was my mistake, I should have been far more careful.” Trying to soothe her further, the smile adorning his complexion widens that little bit, which should be enough to serve as reassurance. Were the femme to reject the offer, he’d still insist on making an arrangement of flowers for her as yet another form of apology; alas, it’s much better to hear the words in reply his idea. “Of course. I wouldn’t be sitting here if I didn’t mean it, now would I?” for a brief moment, a chuckle emits from the depths of throat, digits plucking up a few flowers—white, yellow, pink tones; they’d suit her best.

     despite awareness of this girl being far from a friend of Sindria, from a sindrian perspective, turning a blind eye on her and the situation would have applied more weight to the guilt upon the general’s existence. Every time, disregarding the place and time and people and--… every single time, he wonders about different methods that would exclude using people, especially kids. "If I may, why were you all alone here to begin with?" a curious question, one that is meant as distraction for his own mind.

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❝ so how did it feel when you killed them? bet it excited you, right? bet you would've bathed in their fucking blood if you could've-- ❞

conversations require every member of the party to actively partake in the topic for its continuation to be secured – to avoid its death, naturally. however, when the subject in discussion happens to be that which strikes a soft spot, head-on, emotions tend to go into overdrive, resulting in a display of attitude that may not be the norm for the individual directly affected. as it seems, the ease with which a particular b r a t approaches delicate themes related to a person’s life is greatly loathed by many – in specific, the vizier of great sindria whose peace and quiet keep meeting interruption too often as of late thanks to the constant visits of the damned kou oracle.

                                          ( this is no conversation – it’s a belittling of an entity, someone who wishes to leave the grotesque past of his buried in foul memories that would be wonderful to completely forget someday. )

uncannily do muscles constrict for frame to wholly tense up as digits work on tugging robes back on – a glare is steadily focused on the magi who causes rage to boil within the monarch’s assistant. Is there a way to silence this imbecile for the rest of eternity? or better yet, perhaps end—no, that would make him the monster judal insists ja’far is.

                                              isn’t he, though?          isn’t he a monster whose hands are marred and stained with blood from even innocents?   isn’t he a monster that should not be in sindria, let alone beside its magnificent king?

         “how do you think a c h i l d would have felt?” voice flat, void of anything other than a silent type of seething anger, prepared to burst at any given opportunity. “you really are the worst, judal—get the hell out of here. haven’t you done enough!?” truly, with the fact he went to the lengths of mercilessly bruising pale flesh – from tight grip around wrists and neck, to scratches and b i t e s – whilst simultaneously reminding ja’far of the rotten s c u m that resides under the façade kept up at all times with the exception of behind closed doors… you’d think the magi would be unable to wound the general further. words are powerful, no matter how petty one might believe they are; given the right situation and victim, words can even k i l l.

                        ( & would it make him a true devil to admit that it might have been thrilling, pondering on it years down the road, to take the life of those precious to him? hah, of course it would. and yet, there is no denying such; not when lips curl into a smirk while fingertips work with red threads around the length of arms… and, unknown to ja’far himself, most rukh dances quite excitedly –

                                                                      in a stained black. )

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春は見れないから

[hyouriinmaru]

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痛み - Pain

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utsarga.

The night is young, the festival still stands and the participants remain vigor and jubilant. In fact, the night sky itself was awash with dark violet and indigo hues, much reminiscent of His Majesty’s own hair — to which the magician had briefly pictured (a somewhat blurred) image of his face with the stars. She was dazed at the concoctions of her own imagination before her body jerked as she laughed; throwing her head back then sliding down further in her chair, drink in hand, and sighing heavily. Eventually, she does sit herself up more but lays her head on the table, tears beginning form and growing hot in her eyes. Figures, that she would still be hurt from her rejection again; is she really just not that appealing to men? And all this time she secretly reveled in the praise of her beauty that her friends had claimed. Lies, all lies they must be to only console her in such a vulnerable state! Yamuraiha manages to scowl at those compliments in her head, downing what’s left in her glass.. and thus proceeding to wallow in shame.

"Ja’far.." She whines, her arm even reaching out towards her left, if he was even there, to pull her companion close because she felt the crave of attention to be drawn to her pitiable state. “Ja’faaaaaar..” Her voice cracks near the end, her face blushing at an alarming rate thanks to alcohol and to her paler complexion overall. Her heart races more so at the thought that perhaps her friends had abandoned her to drink in her lonesome, which is not what she planned when she had dragged them with her. "Masrur? Is Masrur here at least? I need him to go beat up Sharrkan.. it’s his fault that I keep getting turned down! I bet he’s been spreading mean things about me! Don’t you think so Ja’far? I can’t be that unlikable, right? Am I going to alone for the rest of my life?”

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     & what are children without a proper, responsible adult by their side, if not a bunch of thoughtless little creatures? The age gap between the younger portion of the generals and those that compose the older half isn’t that huge, but still… it is difficult to merely abandon them to their (horrible) luck. Especially when the worst drink in the world – experience speaking – is involved in these ‘children’s shenanigans. Reasons unknown are behind the concern usually plaguing the sindrian vizier, no matter how festive and ‘normal’ these activities might be – the amount of years spent living in Sindria, surrounded by music and wine and women and drunks… that amount will never be enough for Ja’far to become a hundred percent accustomed.

                                    ( that includes dealing with whiny generals—whiny, drunken generals… whiny, drunken w o m e n )

     “Yes? Yamuraiha, you’re—” words are cut off by the sudden, though not too unexpected, grasp of his arm; lips waste no time to emit a loud sigh, accompanied by that of a frown. Truth be told, witnessing the magician whenever intoxicated to this point is not a favored pastime. Frame remains still, permitting the woman to cling and do as her heart desires for the momentum of this particular interaction; better a friend than a stranger to offer comfort, no? “—drunk.” finally finished, the sentence is drowned out by further complaints and whines. “No one is going to beat up anyone, no matter how much Sharrkan might deserve it.” & Solomon knows, oh he knows, that delivering punishment to the swordsman wouldn’t be negative—maybe. “E-Eh? Well, you’re… no, you’re not unlikable. Honestly, you’re an admirable woman, very smart. Although it would be better if you... quit drinking alcohol.”

                                           ( also beautiful, as other men say )

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{ freedom at its finest }

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{☀}—Masrur nods in agreement. "He will be the best king the world has ever known…" Masrur wanted to serve Sinbad and help him become the best king in the world. Ja’far might hate him, and they might never be friends, but they both owed Sinbad their lives.

Masrur couldn’t suppress as small laugh, and he quickly tries to cover his mouth. "She does seem to like hitting you on the head." The woman was so warm and kind. He knew the other liked the woman despite how pissed he seemed. "I…I love it here…." He looks him in the eye, "…I hope eventually….we can get along…" 

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     & that better be true, or else Ja’far himself will make sure to beat up that idiotic guy for not becoming the greatest king of the world as he has been aiming for all along. True enough, Sinbad’s reasons for that achievement are more personal than otherwise, but many people already count on the decisions and actions made by him.

                        ( including the former assassin—and now the ex-gladiator, too )

     “T'ch. She’s always all over me, scolding me for every small thing.” Huffing comes easily to the pallid teen despite being short-lived; shoulders are shrugged in the most uncaring manner, as if to force the matter to disappear right away. “Eh… as long as you do your stuff and aren’t annoying like Sin, we’ll be just fine.” In simpler terms: they could definitely get along in the (near) future, no doubt! Masrur is no pain in the rear, it seems, which is always a bonus.

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                                                       did it ever occur to you

     i might like [ keeping ] what happened to me

                                                                      buried down d e e p ?

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                He laughs at the mention of the Sindrian King.

        Sinbad is a brilliance that, if not for his charisma,         would disappoint in administrative matters. Not by         incompetence, but motivation. By the seething body         language portrayed by his right hand, Alibaba knew         the legendary man must be shirking his duties yet         again. He says nothing, neither asking about the         progress of official business that day nor giving any         indication he knew where the sought after man hid.

        There isn’t any question of Ja’far’s hospitality; his         kindness is more than Alibaba and his companions         can repay. It’s a surprise — delightful, certainly, but         unexpected — that the green-hooded warrior spoils         them. He thought, after seeing Ja’far’s manner with         his leader, the older would apply the same strictness         to his interactions with visitors.

        ❛ How could I not? You’ve treated us so well and asked         for nothing in return. If anything, I feel guilty I haven’t         done a thing to return your generosity. The staff fusses         when Aladdin, Morgiana, or I try to help out with menial         labor. ❜

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     & if Ja’far is ever to vanish from Sindria, may the powers from above help the King for the sake of the citizens and, maybe, the whole world as well; the great, marvelous ruler of the seas should be more than grateful to have such a responsible man so loyally by his side! Yet, to doubt the conqueror’s capabilities and overall success would be a mistake, there is no question about that – Sinbad is an amazing man – but, sadly, he is a reckless child at heart, too.

                          ( a wild, untamed adventurer whose adviser has vowed to follow until the end; to forever offer assistance, to keep him on the right path if possible )

     “It’s the least I can do for the three of you, Alibaba.” an authentic smile reflects the relief and pride felt in response to the compliments exiting the lips of Balbadd’s prince. The attempts to please him, and his friends, are not only out of kindness but part of duty itself. Although, not an exaggeration, the vizier’s efforts come with good intentions.

     “You are guests here, there is no need for you to even sweat – unless it’s from your training.” a chuckle, “That reminds me, have you eaten today? I can spare a little while longer to provide you with a nice meal.”

[hazel-dice]

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Yamuraiha Official Arts // Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

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i have awakened THE BEAST.

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               get. to. work. NOW. if you value YOUR GD LIFE.

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"You know I always appreciate a friend to drink. Ahh.. aren’t you so kind compared to how angry you can be." She wonders, if it’s the alcohol already beginning to turn the tides in her thoughts that makes her say these things. Or was it just them? Two generals serving their king whom they’ve known and have won over their loyalty - only a handful, perhaps less, had the honor they all share. "My foster father had said something like that. A nearly unparalleled talent, a desire to learn so many things about magic." Even still the mention of him leaves a lump in her throat, a faint bitterness that she attempts to down away with the rest of her glass.

"You know, I feel I can’t really stop. Not yet. With my love for magic, my duties, even with sweet, sweet wine. Am I really rushing things? I perform a lot of experiments, one after another before I even finish one." It was like an impulse. Even some of her more ridiculous spells and attempts to grow hair and beards stemmed from just her homesickness. And Yamuraiha still believes that Pisit remains somewhat bitter of when she was too glued to her work to go shopping or talk. She needs to make up for that. “Do you think it’s a bit silly? I guess we have the rest of our lives to take our time.”

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     & kindness… is that the reality coating the actions of the former assassin? In contrast with the usual demeanor exposed by Ja’far, perhaps the magician’s words carry truth in them albeit not being the consequence of a thought-out behavior; the facade shown is not on purpose, but if that means gifting calmness to the femme accompanying him, then there is nothing wrong with however his actions are classified as.

                           ( being a listener has its pros & oftentimes, it’s the best manner to acquire knowledge of every kind )

                                       & listening to her, he does.

     “I’ve seen you grow, learn, become an amazing woman—both as a person, and as a magician.” throughout their king’s adventures, many – children at the time – individuals joined their cause, transforming their ties from strangers, to friends, to family; as one of the eldest members, Ja’far has observed the rest develop into what they are today. She is no exception. “But I also know that you should take things slower, Yamuraiha. Surely, overworking yourself is bound to take its toll.” hypocritical words, specifically wandering past the one whose desire to work defeats the rest of the world’s & gaze falls momentarily on the contents of the glass that was accepted a short while before, the liquid’s remaining half – untouched. “Time passes by quickly. It would be best to use it wisely, whether it’s learning further about magic, or just spending quality moments with those close to you. Otherwise, you might regret it.”