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Post by Mia § on May 10, 2022 22:10:24 GMT -5
Zella would look up as Alara answered. She'd nod slowly, most of what the girl said making sense. Though these places were rare in Faerun and were attended only by scholars and mages. Alara made it sound as if this was normal here.
"So you are pursuing a higher education? That is good! You must be very smart to have been accepted into a University. And this swim team is... a game? You may now have an advantage with this team."
She'd chuckle lightly. Hoping that conversation would calm fishbait down and she'd concentrate on regaining her legs.
"And Carlos... a mercenary and now guard?" She'd continue to nod, understanding those terms. "I can see that. You have a protective aura." She'd smile. She caught the eye roll and simply did not ask. After all, he did say he couldn't say any more.
"A cage of glass you say? On display for all to see, including those who would see her imprisoned? That is a hard life to live if you do not want to be there."
Mia wouldn't bother to chip in. No one asked her and thus she'd remain just sunning herself topless. Though her eyes did glance over in Carlos' direction as he spoke on what it was he did.
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Post by butterflyhime on May 10, 2022 22:17:10 GMT -5
She gave a small shrug. "You don't always have to be smart to get to college here, sometimes you just need a lot of money. My grades are decent." She went quiet thinking about that. "Not really a game...but yeah close enough. I suppose i always had a advantage over them, i just never knew it until now." Alara sighed softly and peeked over at Carlos thinking of what he said. She could see it, both him being paid to do things and then being a body guard. She wondered briefly if he ever turned the protective side of him off, he hadn't seemed to be able to do it earlier.
"Thank you for looking over me."
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Post by Carlos Banderas on May 13, 2022 19:25:46 GMT -5
Carlos would shrug at little glancing at zella. 'Something like that...' he'd say in her description of what she thought he'd meant about the glass cage Atraya was in. He'd glance over at Alara and shrug 'you're welcome. You remind me a lot of her. Maybe thats why.' He felt eyes on him and turned to meet Mia's careful not to linger too long on her topless chest. If she had no shame.....should he?
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Post by Mia § on May 14, 2022 21:28:49 GMT -5
Mia wasn't completely topless, she had left her bra on but was at least adjusting the straps down off of her shoulders and arms. Not that her intention was to entice anyone, she just didn't care. She'd catch Carlos' glance and just smirk. A look that made one think of the cat who caught the canary, or that she new something she wasn't telling. After but a moment, would put the sunglasses back over her eye and lay back on the beach chair.
"Something like that...." Zella would just repeat Carlos' words with a nod before leaning forward in her chair and just letting her head hang. She didn't really know what else to talk about. After a moment of silence she'd run her fingers through long wavy locks of nearly white hair, sitting back up straight.
"Will either of you take up Faruq on his 'any where any when' offer? Or will you wish to be dropped off where we left?"
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Post by butterflyhime on May 29, 2022 9:25:03 GMT -5
She pulled away from the edge deciding she needed to think this one through. Alara loved the water and right now being a mermaid gave her what she needed. She dove to the bottom of the glass bowl and settled at the bottom letting the feeling of being submerged calm her more. Could she pick another part of her life to go back to? Wouldn't she still remember everything that happened? Wouldn't the fact that she's a mermaid still be there for her to deal with, all by herself with no one to talk to about it? That didn't make sense to her, it was the stupidest thing she could do.
Alara sighed softly watching the little bubbles float towards the top. Going back to where they left seemed weird to though. She would be by herself still but maybe she'd find a way to move on. After a moment she swam back towards the top. "I don't want to go back to some other time or place." She told them softly.
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Post by Carlos Banderas on May 30, 2022 16:32:16 GMT -5
Carlos would sit and contemplate the question for a long moment, letting Alara answer first. His hands picking up fistfulls of sand and letting them drain from his fingers. A look of contemplation on his face. Would he go back to his current timeline and pick up life where he had left it off? Or risk his master calling him home from whatever location, demension or timeline he tried to escape too. A part of him resented it. Resented the fact that his freedom wasn't his, or if it ever truly had been. He glanced up at Alara as she said she'd want to go back. He'd let out a heavy sigh.
'I'm afraid I'm going to be that sad lot that also needs to return to whence we came. Perhaps if it wasn't an impromptu decision to be made in haste, it'd be different. But I unfortunately have responsibilities that will follow me no matter where or how far I try to run and hide from them.' A grim look would cross his face and he'd sigh.
'But its been fun....' he'd offer with a half smirk, glancing over at Mia. Glad she was done with the threats and just being a 'normal' hot chick in he sun. Before glancing at Zella and then Alara.
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Post by Mia § on May 30, 2022 21:56:21 GMT -5
Zella looked up to the rim of the fish bowl, giving Alara a soft smile. She had believed that to be the best. Going back to another time doesn't help you deal with a current truth, only try to escape it. Her feline gaze would turn back to Carlos, her iris' just a sliver in the bright sunlight of wherever they were. She had always been good at reading people. Maybe it was just an aura or a vibe they let off, or maybe it was how they smelled at a given moment. She never really had a good explanation for it until recently. Carlos to her gave an impression of regret. Maybe more so hopelessness. She too felt as if she needed to move forward, but she had already mentioned earlier that she and her sister had a place to go to after this. Home. At least, she supposed it was home now.
Mia would sigh, sitting up in the lounge chair. She'd push the sunglasses up into her hair, adjusting herself so that she lay flat on her stomach. She'd look up to Carlos, her lips quirking up in a grin. Her gaze lingering on him, all of him, as if she were appraising his form. After a moment she'd whistle low and just shake her head.
"Yeah. I'd say you're pretty bound up. I'm betting not many could unravel that threadwork without your entire being coming undone. But I bet there's one way...."
Casually, she'd gesture with her hand towards the 'resting' Djinn.
"If you're willing to pay the price of course."
She'd rest her chin on her hand then, sliding her nearly white hair across her bare shoulder and lowering her sunglasses.
Zella would clear her throat. Hoping their guest was ignoring them. She didn't know how that worked. Was a Djinn a creature that sought out the desperate to fill their need or did they rely on being found. But now wasn't a good time to test that curiosity.
"I am certain Carlos knows what he is doing. If that decision has been made then, I suppose the only thing keeping us here is making sure Alara knows how to change in and out of her new form."
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Post by Zim Zim Bala Bim on Aug 30, 2022 8:39:36 GMT -5
~Click to hear song playing~The marvelous one of old rarely appeared without being summoned. Zim Zim Bala Bim was one of the oldest d'jinn in existence. He was also one of the most powerful. Those who knew his name would have power over him, but it would be limited by a single wish. Then he would grant them happiness or despair. It mattered not to him. Yet, others, especially the ones that did take his offer and failed to word their desires properly (dead and alive alike) wished they had never heard of ZIM ZIM BALA BIM. The silver tongued d'jinn had remained the same for the entirety of his lengthy existence, never changing with the times. He would acknowledge change but never adhere to it. His story was an old one... There once was an old, poor fisherman who would cast his net four times a day and only four times. One day he went to the shore and cast his net. When he tried to pull it up, he found it to be heavy. When he dove in and pulled up the net, he found a dead donkey in it. Then he cast his net again and netted a pitcher full of dirt. Then he cast his net for a third time and netted shards of pottery and glass. On his fourth and final try, he called upon the name of God and caste his net. When he pulled it up he found a copper jar with a cap that had the seal of Solomon on it. The fisherman was overjoyed, since he could sell the jar for money. He was curious of what was inside the jar, and removed the cap with his knife. A plume of smoke came out of the jar and condensed into an Ifrit who shouted the name Zim Zim Bala Bim. The fisherman was frightened, although initially the d'jinn did not notice him. The d'jinn thought that Solomon had come to kill him. When the fisherman told him that Solomon had been dead for many centuries, Zim was overjoyed and granted the fisherman a choice of the manner of his death.
The d'jinn explained that for the first hundred years of his imprisonment, he swore to enrich the person who freed him forever. For the second century of his imprisonment, he swore to grant his liberator great wealth, but nobody freed him. After another century, he swore to grant a single wish to the person who freed him, yet nobody did so. After four hundred years of imprisonment, the d'jinn became enraged and swore to grant the person who freed him a choice of deaths.
The fisherman pleaded for his life, but Zim would not concede. The quick witted fisherman decided to trick the d'jinn instead. He asked him how he managed to fit into the bottle. The Jinni, eager to show off, shrunk and placed himself back into the bottle to demonstrate his abilities. The fisherman quickly put the cap back on and threatened to throw it back to the sea. The d'jinn pleaded with the fisherman, who began to tell the Tale of the Wazir and the Sage Duban as an example of why the he should spare him.
After the story, the d'jinn pleaded for clemency, and swore to help him in return for being released. The fisherman accepted the bargain, and released the great d'jinn. Zim then led the fisherman to a pond with many exotic fish, and the fisherman caught four. Before disappearing, Zim advised the fisherman to give the fish to the Sultan. The fisherman did so and was rewarded with money for presenting the fishes. Every time a fish was fried, a person would appear and question them, and the fish answered. When the fish would be flipped in the pan, it would be charred. Awed by the sight, the Sultan asked the fisherman where he got the fish and went to the pond to uncover their mystery. When he reached his destination, the Sultan found a young man who was half man and half stone. The young man recounted his story, as the Tale of the Ensorcelled Prince. The Sultan then assisted the Prince in his liberation and revenge. They became close friends, and the fisherman who first found the fish was rewarded with his son being appointed the Sultan's treasurer, and the Sultan and the prince married the fisherman's two daughters.
As time passed... the d'jinn's true name would be forgotten by the world, but he would roam the earth as he was the very genie of the ring...(that was actually within the copper jar) from Arabian Nights. In the final decade of the 20th century, a struggling filmmaker made series of movies titled as "Wishmaster". Zim felt it was an unfair representation, but granted the man the wealth needed to make several sequels, despite the bad press. Al-Dimiryat, the king of the Jinn, was angered with Faruq's sudden abuse of his power, and Zim had been sent to admonish him of his folly. Sacred rules had been broken, and though it was not Zim's duty to administer punishment, the matter had to be addressed. D'jinn's that used magic without another's wish was an act of treason against the king. Zim entered Faruq's office and crossed his arms. "Good day, my old friend... I shouldn't be here, but you know that already." he casually walked around, but had not noticed the fish bowl yet. "Our king is very displeased with you, but I do not know why. You must explain yourself, or I will be forced to bring you before him."
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Post by darkheart on Sept 3, 2022 10:54:06 GMT -5
Zim would find himself covered from forehead to clavicle in Pina Colada as Faruq spit his drink out in shock at the sudden presence of his fellow djinn. Scrambling and falling backwards out of his hammock, an ancient curse would split the air from behind the wound fabric as Faruq struggled to get back onto his feet. In the presence of another djinn, as few left as there actually were, Faruq's whole personage had changed. His face was replaced by four heads, one tusked as the main head, two smaller twin heads facing each other above, and a fourth mounted atop those two. His skin had faded from the blue and silver to a yellow ochre, and his clothes had faded away from the smart suit to bright pink pants with his forearms and wrists adorned in gleaming bracelets. His two shadow wraiths shimmered and took the form of a gray-skinned demon with a goat's head and a black skinned demon with long vertical horns who begrudingly knelt before Zim in respect. The djinni King of Cyclone huffed and shot Zim a dirty look as he was, indeed, NOT supposed to be here and had not shown him the respect that one of the Seven Kings of the Djinn deserved. He was grateful Anael was not here to witness this - he would never hear the end of it from that bothersome angel. Turning to Zim, Faruq huffed.
"Al-Dimyryat is NOT my king, you Solomonic twit! While he is Royalty, I will not violate the Olde Laws and tell you what I think of him and his "rule." And were you anyone other than my old, albeit troublesome and irritating friend, I would see to it that you were punished for entering my realm without my invitation!"
The weight of Zawba'ah, known as Faruq to the mortals to keep them from having power over him by determining his true name, was not in his words, however. Court politics amongst djinn was well known for the bluster and posturing. While Zawba'ah was truly feared by most djinn, Zim Zim Bala Bim was equal in power and notoriety amongst the remaining djinn and was not to be insulted or dismissed easily. Faruq would have a pained look on his face, then burp from the indigestion and a long gout of flame would shoot from his lips. Sighing, he'd look down and realize that his glamour had faded in Zim's presence, shaking his head.
"Now look what you've done! You've unraveled my spell and shown my true form. Are my eyes bulging again? I bet they're bulging again. You look like you're in a fish bowl. Well, not like "HER" fish bowl over there, but you know what I mean. Honestly, Zim...I'm not sure what you're here about. The East and West are my domain. What have I done to anger the Old Goat now? And yes, I realize I have 4 goat heads...the irony of the moniker is not lost on me..."
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Post by Mia § on Sept 5, 2022 14:08:24 GMT -5
Zella turned to look, eyes wide and blinking at the commotion from the Djinn. Or now, two Djinn as it were. Faruq looked completely different. Had she not witnessed the change she wouldn't have believed it.
Mia would sit up from where she had lounged upon her stomach. She'd raise her glasses back into her hair to observe the new guest and the commotion he caused. She'd only scoff, laying back down and putting her sunglasses back. She probably didn't have much time left in the sunlight so she'd soak it up as she could.
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Post by Zim Zim Bala Bim on Sept 8, 2022 9:29:44 GMT -5
Zim Zim Bala Bim roared with fury as the Pina Colada dripped off his fur. He did not like showing his true form any more than any other D'jinn. "The Insolence!"
He sputtered and then calmed down within mere moments, wiping his face with a towel he had draped around his neck. He seemed non-fazed by Faruq's true form.
"I apologize for dropping in. I could have contacted you first, but if they had sent my brother Dahish, you would have been wiped out of existence upon seeing you like this." he slowly regained his composure.
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He scoffed after hearing Faruq. "Do you serve Al-Mundhir, the pretender?" his feline eyes narrowed sharply. "He is only a contender of the throne. Al-Dimiryat will be the true king of the D'jinn once the Grand D'Jinn Council has made their decision." D'jinn politics had been complicated... the two were twins and just like the other five kings, wanted to be on the highest throne.
Zim cleaned his ear out with the colorful towel around his neck. "Enough about that. I am here before you as a friend. The council requested that I investigate you... as your actions have drawn attention. Know this, however. I do value your existence over my service to them. I am the warning shot."
He plopped down on the ancient office couch, sending a plume of dust into the air.
"You should consider the notion that they did not send an assassin." Zim was careful to leave out the fact that this was Al-Dimiryat's attempt to impress the council with his adherence and enforcement of the old laws.
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Post by Carlos Banderas on Sept 9, 2022 13:13:35 GMT -5
Just when Carlos had believe he'd seen all that the time line(s) had to offer, it shocked him some more. This time with the sudden and dramatic appearance of a second D'jinn. He'd swallow hard. This couldn't be good. Especially the way the two were yelling at each other. OR even that their true form was now exposed and neither looked like what was normally considered a humanesque looking D'jinn. Faruq's form was simply put, TERRIFYING. He'd swallow again, glancing at the twins. Alara had gone quiet he didn't dare take his eyes off the d'jinns to what he assume was sink to the bottom of the fish bowel to make herself less noticiable. He would if he could. He just hoped that these two showing off their true forms didn't force him to reveal his own. Not the Heyna, but his true form that Zander kept hidden from this timeline. To do so would be a calling card for his master to make an appareance to demand an explination to what the actual fuck. He closed eyes and took a deep breath before moving closer to Zella, he'd have gone and sit with Mia but she was sunbathing, leaving Zella more accessible. he'd whisper to her. 'Theres 2 of them?!?! What the hell have we gotten into?!' And why the fuck was Mia the only one not giving a fuck about this? was this normal in her world? cuz it wasn't for Carlos.
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Post by darkheart on Sept 10, 2022 9:08:16 GMT -5
The eyes of the middle left head would twitch as Zim spoke, rage building in Zawba'ah. He was the 6th Djinn king, Lord of Friday under the sign of Venus, King of Cyclone and ward of the Angel Anael. The thought of another djinn sent to wipe him from existence would have been the deepest violation of the Mulūk al-Arḍīya, the Terrestrial Kings. To them, Al-Dimiryat was a pretender King, having gained his fame in fighting with Suleiman and being written of in stories of the Solomonic tradition. His claim to the title King of Jann, ruler over the whole of Djinni society was real, but as a supporter of Al-Madhab, the King of Sun, the notion that Al-Dimiryat would even have him investigated was an outrage of epic proportions. Al-Dimiryat knew better and had sent Zim as a provocation, given Zawba'ah's temper, to foster further unrest in the Court of Jann, yet knowing Zim would not be harmed as Zawba'ah had always had a strange fondness and kinship with the "Lesser" djinn. Zawba'ah had always scoffed at the term "Lesser" in that Zim was not royalty, but his nature and personage held far more weight with Zawba'ah as Zim was far more regal and honorable than most of the Jann court. Zawba'ah was caught in the trickiest of conundrums. By rights he could try to exterminate Zim for entering his vessel world unannounced and inciting an investigation where Zawaba'ah had not been called personally to the court. Killing the messenger was fully acceptable in Jann culture. However to do so would be an act of war against Al-Dimiryat, which would allow for the council to renounce the claims of validity of Al-Madhab. To not kill Zim would make Al-Madhab seem weak and further lend creedance to the fact that Al-Dimiryat should be King of Jann. Al-Dimiryat had played his cards well, but the game was not over and Zim was merely a tool used to curry favor. In an instant Zawba'ah made up his mind - better weakness than war. He would not allow one of his oldest friends to be the sacrificial lamb of politics over some petty traditions and stagnated views.
Playing back to Faruq, then, he would sigh and let his vision clear as he straightened out his hammock. Hearing Mia scoff, he would snap his fingers and she would be sunburnt over her entire body in an instant, as well as insulated from magick. Looking to Carlos in his fear, he would smile with all 4 heads, then take a quick step forward shooting fire from the mouths of the bottom three while shouting loudly with the top head.
"BLAH-DE-BLARGH-AAAA-BLEEEEEEH!"
Shaking his head back and forth, he would then chuckle and flop into his hammock, slightly oversized in his true form, and sway back and forth. Looking to Zim, he would smile with his lower mouth as the other 3 heads closed their eyes in relaxation.
"It's been too long, Zim. Let's drop the pretenses and the politics. What have I done to anger Al-Dimiryat this time, outside of his machinations, hm? Does he not like that I've brought peace to major city holds of the West to the supernatural populace? Soothed old wounds and engendered understanding and ceasefire? Or is he angered that I have collected more souls than any other djinn and is threatened by by power? I do not serve Al-Madhab, but I do support his claim. How could I not? He is one of the the Mulūk al-Arḍīya. So what valid issue does he raise? Oh...oh it's that I act without the wish of a mortal, isn't it? Heh...that my bonds have been loosed by the mortal I serve as part of my curse and that as part of the bargain I am able to act in accordance to my free will without a formal wish! The Olde Ones do not like loopholes, am I right? Well a loophole I have found to my favor and expense. They are powerless to condemn me! What say you to that, my old friend, hm? Had I acted outside of the Olde Laws Anael would have struck me down...that I am still here is my proof of my concordance!"
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Post by Mia § on Sept 11, 2022 19:08:18 GMT -5
Zella would remain perfectly still, an appearance of calm in the supposed shit storm they found themselves in. Though in reality, her heart raced, her feline slitted eyes dilated, and her muscles tightened as if waiting for the moment she should run if it came to that. One did not run from immortals, it only attracts their attention.
Carlos slipped up beside of her. She could sense his beast. Or maybe it was beasts, she couldn't quite be sure, but something inside of him was calling for fight and flight simultaneously. Her hand would reach over and settle it's self upon his knee and once more she'd use her ability to call to that animalistic nature to calm that side, or sides of him.
She'd tilt her head in his direction as he whispered, simply nodding.
"It appears there are. Now would be a good time for Alara to prove she can control her shifting, as I believe that is the only thing keeping us here. These two seem to have other business that does not concern us."
She had kept her voice a whisper as well, though she doubted it mattered much. The D'jinn likely could hear her, but if it kept Carlos calm then she would reciprocate.
Of course, Faruq and his multiple heads suddenly spouting fire, and shouting with a voice that seemed to boom and echo in this beach like setting wasn't helping. Even Zella would flinch at the sudden loudness of it, and something akin to a small feline growl would instinctively come to her throat. Her eyes would narrow at the childishness of it, and her grip upon Carlos' knee would tighten.
"Soon. We'll leave soon. If Alara will not ask for it then I will."
"You know..." A somewhat sedated voice would come from where Mia lay, not yet realizing her skin had turned a bright red from sunburn seeing as she had not yet moved from her comfortable spot. "We could just leave fish-bait. If you two feel like we're in danger and she's what's putting us in danger, why would you want to wait on her?"
She'd peek open an eye, reaching up to drop the sunglasses to the end of her nose as she looked to Zella and Carlos. Of course, that very movement alerting her to the sunburn she now had all over her body, even the areas that wasn't exposed to the sun.
"Ow. Ow. OW! Motherfucker!"
She'd sit up, wince and immediately want to curl up in on herself. Only that would involve touching herself which was certainly something she didn't want to do.
"All over? ALL OVER?! YOU ASSHOLE!" It was worse than that time she rented a house and used the body wash the host had provided. The 'all natural' body wash that contained peppermint oil that she used down there without reading the label. "Son-of-a-bitch...." She'd complain before accelerating her own regeneration. Her skin would begin to crack and peel at an accelerated rate as she healed, pouting a bit as she peeled away the bits of dead skin on her arms and chest as it began to fleck off like a shedding lizard.
Zella had not been surprised at Mia's suggestion. To some it might've sounded cold, but Zella had been around her sister long enough to catch her nuances. She was the one not freaking out, and was offering a practical solution to the two who were eager to leave. Of course Zella would not consider leaving Alara behind. Mia knew that as well.
"Not a solution I wish to take."
Though she doubted Mia heard her as she started going off about the sunburn. Zella would have to bite upon her lips to keep the surprised yet amused grin from spreading. After all, her outburst could have just put them in more danger.
"Mia... please..."
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Post by Zim Zim Bala Bim on Sept 12, 2022 12:40:55 GMT -5
The ancient D'jinn tidied himself up quickly and got comfortable. "Indeed. It has been centuries. I am no stranger to the folly of the seven kings. It will be as you wish." he smirked as he said this.
Zim crossed his legs as he sat on the dusty couch. "I will mention only this: Al-Dimiryat seeks favor of the council, and just like all of the other worthy and unworthy contenders and so-called kings, he has made several power plays. To stay relevant, we must play the game."
He sighed, explaining his presence further. "I am to remain as objective as possible of your actions, fear not. I am not your judge, and will only be reporting my findings to the council on your behalf. I hate treachery as much as the next D'jinn, so you know I will at least be fair. Al-Dimiryat's claim is legit, though I see provoking you indirectly is the result. I know you are wise enough to realize that. Needless to say, the council is now involved in the matter. Even this very exchange will be reviewed by the entire council. They will be deciding if you are abusing your power selfishly or simply expressing your freedom through this "free will" you hold so tightly to your chest."
Something had caught Zim's eye. "I will not deny your accomplishments. Remember that I will always be your oldest friend, even if you have abandoned the old ways."
Zim had just noticed the fish bowl. He snatched it up magically, shrinking it down to size in an instant... and then he peered inside to watch the mermaid swim around. His enormous feline nostrils fogged up the outside of the bowl As he looked over Alara with massive, feline eyes that focused on her closely. "Hm....So, Faruq...You have a people zoo now? Hm. Quaint. Rather barbaric, but quaint."
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