The Realms - Semi Advanced discussion

Diamond Square is the City square shape like a giant diamond. Having shops and fun activities to do.

Julio sat down on bench. Lot of people walking around. Kids Screaming for no reason, People talking and laughing out loud, and, you know, crime. But He doesn't care. He sits there while people walk past him.

Theresa walked down the sidewalk ignoring everyone and everything. She stuck her earbuds in her ears and began to hum along to the music. She sat down on a bench and completely ignored the man sitting next to her.

Julio look at the sky then felt presence and look at the girl next to him. A regular, he guessed. Didn't care.

((...))

Nefertiti made her way through the crowds of people, her bottle held tightly at her side. People watched her as she passed, either intrigued by her rather sparse outfit or infatuated with her upon a glance. She paid these admirers no mind, she was headed to look around at a shop, curious as to what could be found. She gave a whimsical flip of her soft ivory locks allowing the wind to carry them where she wanted them. Everything about her exuded confidence, it was clear that she wasn't human, no mortal being could conduct themselves in such a way. The aforementioned store was one she was told about while visiting the city in Feywild. She never thought much of that city, the people were in their own little world there they lacked the traits that made her masterful tricks entertaining. Nefertiti was glad to get out of that dull city to Lithen where everyone seemed to be far more intertwined which made the effects of her pranks all the more diverse.

In front of her people separated, her confidence made it so that other people simply had no other choice, but to step away as her personality was just far more dominant. There were a few young men who were following from close behind, sure that she didn't know she was there. They were more than glad to just watch her, but the truth was that she did know, she adored having their attention, what was the point in living life without living it to the fullest? Besides, if one of them worked up the confidence to approach her there was a chance she could get them to make some wishes and grant her her temporary freedom. None the less she let them follow her, basking in the suns light as she walked to the shop, going slow to prolong the stares and time in the warm sun.

Arran appeared at the Diamond Square, she didn't usually come out in daylight, though it was getting close to evening. There were small crowds here and there, shops through every window of her sight. Once she had appeared people hissed and whispered, backing away yet also mesmerized by her beauty, some getting a little closer to stare at how beautiful she was. She was accustomed to both the murmurs and jealous stares as she passed, she had no business in Lithien other than she was hungry, and she'd heard they had the most delicious food here.

Nefertiti walked along, headed for her destination, but was disturbed when there were fewer people around her than usual, typically there were masses that were enthralled by her beauty and unique form of glamour. She glanced around, her dual coloured eyes piercing as she attempted to locate the source of this distraction. Nefertiti didn't find it too unusual, but what she did think was that for someone to draw attention from her they had to be to be extraordinary. She came to an abrupt stop once she spotted the cause of this abnormality. A woman stood in the centre of a sizable crowd, Nefertiti could only see parts of her, the people blocked most of the view and she had shrunken herself down to a normal height so all she could observe of her were small glimpses of fiery red hair.

She took a sharp turn and set off in her direction, intent on figuring out who this woman was. her hand on her hip she stood along the outer edge of a group of people. Nefertiti let a small huff escape her lips and looked up impatiently. She snapped her fingers hastily a few times and tapped her foot to seemingly no effect. A few people glanced at her confused, but after a moment a small cloud of mauve smoke rushed through, forcing pedestrians out of the way with a high pitched squee. As usual Mina was ready to sacrifice anything for Nefertiti's gain, however, the young Djinn wouldn't be recognisable to anyone else.

With that, the deified Djinn made her way through the gap to see Arran walking to an unknown destination. Nefertiti couldn't care less about her identity, what interested her was that for once there was someone who, appearance wise was actually in her league. She strutted up to her, garnering odd and questioning looks from some people. "Who may I ask are you?" Nefertiti questioned bluntly, not feeling the need to be subtle, she didn't care about such tedious things she had nothing to be ashamed of and as such bore herself for all to see. Despite the bluntness of her question, her tone was smooth and enchanting, putting passersby who heard it at ease yet also notified them of her sheer inhumanity, her general superiority to most. Her stance was bold, back straight and her hand once again on her hip, she was not at all trying to hide herself.

Arran looked up at the woman, she was much, much taller than her, and Arran, being over small height was not surprised, most people were taller than her, almost all actually, the woman was a Djinn, most likely, from the bottle she was holding in her hand, the woman was almost as beautiful as her, though people in the crowds cast the Djinn woman shocked glances and murmured as they walked past. "You really don't know who I am?" Arran cast an unemotional look to the silver haired woman, Arran's own voice was much more splendid, smooth like honey, a voice that could make anyone want to listen to it forever, a tinkle of a bird's song, a melody that was so rare, that even a singer expert enough in their work could not mimic it with their voice. Some of the people looked dreamily at her before they came back to being shocked at themselves for being that way and scurried off.

Nefertiti snapped her fingers, causing the entire square to go silent. Her laughter echoed across the now quiet square. It took her a moment to recompose herself, but once her laughter died off she lightly patted Arran on her head giving a contented sigh. "My, my..." She responded quietly a mischievous glint in her eyes. She leaned in close to her, a small grin gracing her stunning features. "Is that really the way you should respond?" She asked her, her tone quite patronising. The implication was that the woman should just try again and introduce herself like a normal person.

Nefertiti took a momentary pause before saying anything else. "Or maybe you'd like me to grant a few wishes to someone who's like to see your head on a stake." She considered teasingly before rising back to her full height and putting a proper smile, knowing that the only one who heard her was Arran. She was more than capable of granting such a wish, it came with the territory of being a Transcendent Djinn, but she wasn't actually intent on acting upon those words.

Arran grew a bit irritated once the Djinn patted her head but it didn't show on her face, which was still calm and cool. Arran raised herself on her tiptoes and looked directly at the Djinn, saying it quietly enough so that the townspeople's gossiping ears didn't hear it. "I'd rather not, all you want is freedom don't you? And a wish can grant that doesn't it? Well, I am not going to be the person who will grant you that." Arran came down to her regular height again and crossed her arms, she knew quite a bit about Djinns and this one seemed most interesting, but she knew that even if the Djinn did grant any wish of hers, especially the one that the Djinn mentioned, it would do nothing, because Arran had no intention of stopping her job assassinating and if she did ask for it it would only take one day before people would put her head on the wanted signs again. And anyways, that was not her wish anyways, she just didn't have any, and didn't need any service from a Djinn.

Nefertiti tilted her head to the side and cocked an eyebrow at the red haired woman, finding her words to be rather benign. Such things did not shake her, she'd been bound to that bottle for thousands of years, dealing with a few more wouldn't be a bother. Her freedom was only temporary and most people would give their houses to get a wish, but even Nefertiti knew that it would take quite the idiot to free her from the bottle fully. She maintained her smile and allowed the noise to resurface. She glanced behind herself curiously, Mina appeared to have retreated back into the shadows which no doubt meant that she was creepily staring at her from behind someone else.

Nefertiti returned her gaze to Arran and chuckled slightly, "Well it's a pleasure to meet you too!" She chirped, her voice filled with joy. "Though I must say that I didn't expect you to be so touchy with your first greeting assassin! You all, but kissed me!" She exclaimed, ensuring that Arran got a few odd looks and questioning thoughts. Her goal was simply to change the public outlook on her, make her seem more like a misunderstood teddy bear as opposed to a heartless killer. "You really are quite the sweetheart!" She added cheerily, just for the extra effect. Demon or not, she couldn't kill Nefertiti, she was, by all means, immortal due to her state at that point in time.

Arran shook her head not feeling embarrassed but more irritated, she smiled sweetly. "I'd say the same about you Djinn, your clothes were all but off when you first saw me. But hey, nice to meet you too, I've never seen a giant before! I bet your back would hurt from bending to meet my height." Arran didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed, and no matter what, the townspeople weren't fools enough to relax and approach her, she'd rather break their necks than talk to them. Arran had noticed that the Djinn had turned around to look at a girl, now standing in the shadows, eagerly watching the Djinn. It seemed creepy to Arran, having a perv watching your every move, but the Djinn seemed to be enjoying the attention some people cast upon them, though some just looked wearily to the Djinn before continuing on their way again, already knowing that this wouldn't end well unless the Djinn would stop pestering Arran.

Nefertiti shook her head at Arran's comment, "I apologise for not dressing in drab inhibiting cloth, but I see no need. I don't fear the thoughts of others, but I suppose you have to hide from the public, however you really aren't doing a good job." She pointed out, noting the fact that Arran was standing in a public area, undisguised and creating a scene. To Nefertiti, this was just a way to have a little fun while in transit, but Arran was in a rather precarious situation. She disregarded the comment Arran made about her height, after all, she could alter her physical form without limit, if she so pleased she could become Arran herself, abilities and all, such was a perk of being ranked a Transcendent Djinn. "How about we start this over with you disguised and unseen by the public?" she offered, extending an olive branch to her. Literally. She had produced an olive branch and was holding it out to her.

Arran narrowed her eyes. She knew the Drjinn was right, though. "How am I to know that I can trust you? That you won't trick me? Or insult me again?" Arran looked speculatively to the olive branch and studied the Djinn more thoroughly, Arran herself didn't care for what the Djinn wore, but insults were insults, the Djinn had multicolored eyes, one orange like in color and one blue, with diamonds right below them, her hair very silver in color.

Nefertiti withdrew the literal branch and dissipated it. "Let's consider this a favour, so put on a little disguise and we'll fix this right up, All you have to do is make one wish, it takes three to grant me an hour of freedom, one wish does nothing, do we have a deal?" She asked simplistically. Nefertiti was more than clever, she knew how to get what she wanted and having freedom for a while would be nice, so this one wish would be an easy way to get a step closer to that. Giving Arran exactly what she wanted would make her more likely to make a wish again.

Arran looked at her, transforming into a woman with a white haired pixie cut, cat like eyes with the color of caramel brown, having slits like a cat too, she made herself a bit taller in height, but only a few inches, her skin a beautiful tan, freckles on her face and a few on her body, though less from her previous form, still beautiful but a few touches less, the people didn't notice her transformation, not paying attention to them at all. She was wearing a deep burgundy cardigan with gold trinkets at the end, there were spectacles on her nose and golden droplet earrings in her ears, a golden necklace matching. She wore a white crop top with lines on it and black colored shorts to complete her outfit. She crossed her arms and looked to the Djinn. "Alright, one wish, and it better not have any tricks to it." She thought for a moment, she was hungry, something sweet would do. "I wish for...a brownie, with no poison or bugs or anything that corrupts it, with no surprise in it or that goes for it." She said carefully, thinking about things that she might have left out.

Nefertiti withheld a giggle, she made a deal she wouldn't go back on it so quickly so the thought Arran was putting into her wish was somewhat entertaining. She then put out her arms though she were holding something and in her arms materialised a large glass dish with a massive brownie in it, or, rather an entire batch that just hadn't been cooked yet. They were perfectly made, not the slightest corruption or mistake, no baker could even dream of making such brownies, as went Nefertiti's wish granting abilities. She then lightly tapped her foot and as a favour to Arran altered the memories of the crowds around them. Had that action not been for someone else her bottle would have allowed her to perform such magic, but the circumstances made it possible. "Now we're both happy!" She declared her smile having not once left her face. While she was saying that Mina tried to sneak up and grab a chunk of the brownie, but instinctually Nefertiti let the dish sit in one hand and clenched a fist raising it high above her head. She seemed unphased by the action, "And no, they have not been tampered with." She reassured, clearly only semi aware of what her arm was doing as it crashed down on Mina's head, reducing her to smoke, forcing her to retreat to her own bottle.

(( oh and by the way here is the photo of how she looks now, it's the first outfit http://68.media.tumblr.com/a8e9978316... ))

((Ooh! Cute, I like it!))

(( I think I'm going to use it on a character once but it's so adorable I just couldn't help transforming Arran into her! *beams* ))

Arran looked at the brownies, taking the plate from Nefertiti and sniffing them, the breaking one open to look inside, when she found nothing she took a bite. They were delicious, enough to quell a hungry stomach for now. "I didn't get your name." Arran said through bites, finishing one and starting on the other, she looked at the plate again and offered one to Nefertiti, trying to be polite. The other girl was following the Djinn then, and the girl was a Djinn herself too. Very fascinating news.

((I can see why, I honestly wouldn't mind getting that second outfit for myself minus the neck thing, I'd somehow end up choking myself with that...))

( haha, I bet it would look marvelous on you, I like her cardigan, and I think the first outfit would nice on me if I tried it. ))

Nefertiti accepted the brownie, she could always satisfy her own hunger, create a taste in her mouth and mimic the feeling of the brownie through magic, but something about actually eating something was nice so she popped the piece into her mouth. yep, they were good. She swallowed it before saying anything. "Nefertiti Aten. Will you tell me your name now? At least as a confirmation?" She requested, hoping Arran would be a bit more compliant now that she had food. She still hadn't reacted to or thought to explain Mina as for Nefertiti she was just a regular thing, Mina being a creepy freak was just as natural to Nefertiti as breathing.

((Oh, well thank you! I agree the cardigan is probably one of my favourite things about those outfits. I'm sure you'd look stunning in that outfit, I lack the ability to pull that type of outfit off myself, clothing is all in the attitude and something about it has never been me and so I just look awkward, I feel that you're the type of person who can look great in that!))

Arran nodded and replied. "Arran Chadwick." She took another piece of a brownie from the plate, Midnight, was Arran's middle name, so she didn't use it often. But the brownies seemed to quench her hunger, she was glad that they were uncorrupted or any other tricks were tied to them, if she could feel anything at all, that said. Arran knew who Nefertiti was, but she herself didn't show any emotion of knowing on the outside. Nefertiti was widely known as a trickster and for banning a man once to an alternate universe, she knew the reason why too of course. Her personality was known to be confident and unembarrassed for any reason, people liked that and envied her for it. Arran chewed the brownie thoughtfully, it was nice to make an acquaintance with a Djinn, she supposed.

(( Thank you, though I get uncomfortable showing too much skin I think I could pull it off if I got enough courage to do so. ))

((A wise Chinese man once said, " If a dog barks, it's undercooked" ))

((I just have a very set in the stone sense of style, it's been the same since I was about three and it seems to serve me well. Cute and classy with a sprinkle of elegant, anything else makes me feel uneasy.))

Nefertiti tapped her finger on her bottle which was now floating rather haphazardly around her. The sound was absurdly low as inside was a compressed little home in which she lived. The sound resonated, but other than that she didn't do much, "Well, it's great to meet you, now where were you headed?" She asked curiously. Nefertiti had ample time to do as she wished so she supposed she could have a nice conversation. She then took into consideration another thought. With that the loose bandages extended and wrapped up her body, leaving only her upper neck and head revealed. This way Arran would have no outfit complaints and to suit the situation she shrunk herself down to a completely normal height, barely any taller than Arran herself.

Young Graffiti- A person who cares about the action, and brings a violent reaction- wrote: "((A wise Chinese man once said, " If a dog barks, it's undercooked" ))"

((Then the psychopath said "Perfect!" and laughed maniacally.))

☕️Alexandria || Life's but a walking shadow☕️ wrote: "Young Graffiti- A person who cares about the action, and brings a violent reaction- wrote: "((A wise Chinese man once said, " If a dog barks, it's undercooked" ))"

((Then the psychopath said "Perf..."


(( lol ))

Arran raised a brow to Nefertiti's magic and improvements. "Well, I'm just here to get some food and drink, maybe explore a bit, but you didn't have to change the way your height or clothing options were, I didn't really mind the previous you." She said before finishing off the plate of brownies, she looked at the plate then, wiping her mouth, it was a simple white plate, no designs on it, just plain and simple, but the problem was that she didn't know what to do with it now. She looked at Nefertiti then, now only an inch taller than her, it was a bit unsettling for people to do that just because of words but if Nefertiti wanted to experience being a smaller height, it didn't bother her.

"If I change it now it'd just be a waste of my time, so I might as well just go with it." She answered, finding it simply inefficient to change back to her previous state. She then noticed Arran holding the plate, she appeared to be a bit unsure about something which confused Nefertiti. She carefully took the plate, "I'll deal with that for you..." She told her, calmly. Nefertiti then tossed it into the air carelessly and it vanished without a trace. The change between how she took it and how she tossed it was immense, from calm to completely worry free. "Anyway, I may as well go with you, I don't have anything to do so I have some free time." She decided, not really offering much of a choice.

"Fine with me, as long as you don't become the "friend" you had." Arran shrugged and turned towards the bakery that was by the other small shops in the square, glancing back briefly to see if Nefertiti was following, she needed something badly to drink from the brownies she had, she wondered what she was going to order, tea, hot chocolate, coffee? She decided upon tea, she didn't drink coffee much, or at all really, she let Nefertiti catch up to her before opening the door to the bakery, the bell tinkling.

Nefertiti paused for a moment, not quite comprehending who Arran was speaking about, but laughed upon the realisation. "Mina?" She affirmed as though it were a joke. She followed along none the less, but she couldn't help, but find her reference to Mina hilarious. "Mina is obsessed with me, her persistence is the product of over a thousand years of stalking and admiration, believe me, you won't have an issue," Nefertiti reassured, amused by the mere thought of herself acting in the way Mina did. Mina, like Nefertiti, had a very dulled sense of shame, or at least when it came to her being a creep.

Arran raised a brow. "Yes, I'd noticed." She replied to the remark of stalking, it was already obvious to anyone that the girl was stalking Nefertiti in her perv like way. Arran went up to the counter to order her tea, to go. Standing at the counter until the tea was done. She had ordered simple oolong tea with milk, her personal favorite. She looked to Nefertiti, trying to think up of a subject that would strike up a conversation while she waited.

((Sorry I took so long, I'm working on a character right now.))

Nefertiti had completely forgotten the fact that she could very easily have conjured up a drink for her with no charge, but she just allowed the mistake to go unnoticed and did so for herself with a mere snap of her fingers. Her drink was an exotic brew of tea from the other ends of the 49 Realms. Filled with spices, it's scent was strong, yet it was a welcomed aroma. She sipped the easily procured tea a faint smile on her face. She stood next to Arran awaiting the arrival of her drink. "Now, please, tell me about this assassination business." She requested as nonchalantly as you would a muffin from a baker. Her assassinations didn't affect Nefertiti in the slightest so she had no quarrels with it and as such, it was simply a point of intrigue.

Arran narrowed her eyes, beginning to open her mouth to make a remark when the waitress tapped her on the shoulder and gave her her cup of tea. She took it from her and took a sip, just how she liked it. "Shall we go? Maybe for a walk?" Arran asked, walking to the door and then looking back to see if Nefertiti wanted to tag along. Arran found the company to be awkward, she had been alone for years and had gotten used to being that way.

(( Hai :) ))

Nefertiti sighed as she fiddled with a pearly strand of her hair, her request was completely ignored. "I suppose." She responded blandly, letting the strand of hair go as she sauntered out of the little building, being her usual petty self. She stood outside the door and sipped her tea, giving Arran a chance to exit the building completely as well. She didn't quite like being dismissed, but if Arran didn't answer she'd just ask again at a later point in time.

Arran walked out of the bakery, sipping her scaldingly hot tea, she turned left, since right was the way she'd come from. Nefertiti was beside her, sipping her own tea as well. "So, how is it like being a confident Djinn?" She asked, looking around the shops and the area, seeing a fountain up ahead, a marble stature spitting out water from its mouth. Arran herself was pretty confident, but didn't care for being overpowered in it, she liked her own personality the way it was.

Nefertiti raised an eyebrow at her questioningly, the specificity of her question, "Technically I'm what's considered a transcendent Djinn, a greater sub species of Djinn. My powers far exceed a typical Djinn, it's one of the reasons Mina is so intent on becoming me." She explained dismissively. Mina was just a normal Djinn which meant that to Mina Nefertiti was a god-like figure. "As for the confidence I suppose it's enjoyable, nor shame or regret, for example, them," She said, pointing to a couple walking down the street. "If I were to burn off their clothes they'd be mortified, in that same situation I'd be fine." She explained as though burning off people's clothes was a completely normal thing to do.

Arran contemplated her answer, she was glad that Nefertiti liked her personality, Arran liked her own just fine as well, though she could see that Nefertiti, in being confident in her work was kind of like Arran being confident in hers, well, it was a whole different situation from Nefertiti's. Arran sipped her tea again, which had turned cooler due to the air as they walked.

Nefertiti to a moment to ponder what question she'd ask Arran in return. She took a sip of her own drink as she thought. Unlike Arran's, hers remained hot as it was magically produced, if you sealed a house closed it technically be used as a heating system. Nefertiti now decided, lowered her drink from her lips, swallowing before she spoke, "Now what is it that you do when you aren't..." She paused, noting the fact that they were in a public area. "Working or getting something to eat, what exactly do you do?" She asked, choosing her words carefully.

Arran narrowed her eyes. "Why?" She asked cautiously, even though Arran had not put a disguise as she had come here she was still either cautious or a different personality of sassiness and sarcastic insults. She took another sip, even though Arran had just met Nefertiti it had been a long time since she had anyone to talk to, and direct questions made her question things or even be suspicious of the person, she kept people close that she lived or just naturally liked, which was literally no one. But revealing her feelings was just layer after layer of how no one was going to find out.

Nefertiti sighed, rolling her eyes in the process. The fact that this woman couldn't answer such a simple and benign question annoyed her, but she was more than capable of restraining herself. She smiled, "Would you prefer we just talk about the particular shape of that cloud?" She asked, pointing at a greyish cloud that was lazily drifting overhead. "Or..." She began, lowering her hand and using a more reasoning type of tone, "Would you like to speak of something that isn't horribly boring and might actually bring you a hint of joy?

"I don't feel joy, Djinn, or anything for that particular matter, demons aren't capable of such things." She said, but looked to the cloud, a hand? Maybe....no, probably a heart, or..... "I think it's a- shoe." Arran frowned, the cloud was particularly large and grey, warning of bursting water from its depths. She looked to Nefertiti, "do you like to read?" If she did then maybe they could go book shopping, or maybe clothes shopping or something of the sort, it would be-fun, she supposed, for the Djinn anyways, maybe even for her too.

Nefertiti frowned, she was tired of all the people who would complain about having no hearts or sense of joy, joy was a chemical reaction, to say you don't experience joy would be to say you have a clinically diagnosable mental disorder, in which case Nefertiti was far beyond capable of curing it. In her experience, however, those situations were quite rare and it was often simply the fact that they were simply refusing to allow themselves to feel joy. She heard Arran's thoughts on the cloud and her question, but paid them little mind, "I suppose I do." She responded briefly. She then snapped her fingers absentmindedly, "Also the cloud was a heart." She informed Arran as a real beating heart dropped from the sky at Arran's feet. "If you really think you lack a heart then you can use it as a spare." She explained, not making eye-contact, but rather examining her own nails.

Arran looked at the heart, it was beautiful, she remembered all those times when she ripped out hearts from people's own souls, but she didn't need one, if she did need one then it would only make her love someone, demons had no emotions and she certainly didn't need any. "No thank you." She took her eyes from the heart to Nefertiti, "would you like to go-um-shopping?" She asked, she really had no idea how talking to a person worked anymore, her social skills were killing people, if that even counted as a social skill, she doubted it did.