Casually Insane

Practically Spellbound [Casually Insane + Summer]

"No." Her reply was short, curt, and rather annoyed. Typical. Offer a human three magic wishes, and he instantly wants more. "You get three wishes, kid. Just like everybody else." She gave the kid a look-over. He seemed twitchy, to say the least: stumbling over his words and looking at her with wide, bugging-out eyes. His clothing was weird, too, although the last time she'd seen the light of day was... when was it? 1950? Either way, it had been a while. With a sigh, she shook her head.

"Alright, kid, let me explain the rules. You get three wishes: one, two, three." She counted off on her fingers to emphasize the point. "After that, I go bye-bye." Though certainly not by choice, she muttered internally. "As for what you can wish for, just about anything works. The exceptions are that I can't bring people back from the dead, I can't make people fall in love with you, and I can't kill anybody - either directly or indirectly." One human had once wished for the rope holding up a piano to snap right as someone else was about to walk under it. A completely-coincidental-and-not-conjured-by-Mirajane-at-all lightning bolt had discouraged him from doing so ever again.

"Otherwise, I'm at your command." She gave another bow, stiff and formal. She hated having to serve humans, and she had no intention of hiding that fact. "Any questions... master?"

Practically Spellbound [Casually Insane + Summer]

Despite its outer beauty, the inside of Mirajane's lamp was like an endless black void: extending endlessly in every direction and making everything seem dark and dreary. To save herself from going mad, the genie had long ago set up a small house for herself in the darkness: a quaint little mansion full of big, fluffy couches, ornately carved tables, a very poofy bed that felt like a cloud, and all manner of curious odds and ends from times long past. It was a very cheery place, and even had a small garden outside, which Mira tended regularly.

It was also the loneliest house in all of creation.

Mirajane sighed as she lay atop her poofy bed, staring at the mural of space she'd conjured on her ceiling. With a wave of her hand, a long mirror magically lifted from the floor and floated up above her, until her own reflection was looking down at her. Her long, brown hair fell in waves down to her lower back. Her eyes, an emerald green, glowed from her pale face (she didn't get nearly as much sun as she wished she could). Her outfit - an old Arabian belly-dancer's outfit that she'd taken a liking to - lay across her form, the enchanted cloth both spotless and unwrinkled. She sighed again, then looked her reflection in the eye.

Well, my dear, what shall we do today? she thought. Shall we continue our quest to find out whether this accursed blackness really does have an end? Put on some music and dance? Play cards? As ever, her reflection had no more ideas than she did, and with a shake of her head, she returned the mirror to its original place.

Suddenly, however, a low rumble sounded across her entire house. She sat up, surprised by its sudden appearance, then sighed yet again - sighing was her habit. "Well, I suppose that answers that question..." she muttered. The rumbling meant that some human had found her lamp once again. Wonderful, she thought. A new human to order me about and discard me when they are finished. How wonderful. Still, the curse that was her fate would not allow her to put it off much longer. She rose from her bed and, with a spin, disappeared.

Exiting the lamp was unlike any other experience. Her body turned to a purple mist, and she was pulled out the small hole that served as the lip of the lamp itself. When she finally broke through, her waist and everything above it reformed into a solid figure. Her legs, however, remained as mist, and were bound to the inside of her golden prison. Temporarily blinded by the sudden light around her, she squeezed her eyes shut. Then, slowly opening them, she finally beheld the world around her... and the face of her new master.

Ugh.

He was a shoddy-looking little brat, likely not even a full adult yet. She could already tell this was going to be a... less than enjoyable period of servitude.

But it got her out of the stupid lamp, so she'd shut up and deal with it.

"Greetings," she said, giving the boy a formal bow. "I am Mirajane, Genie of this lamp. And you, young boy, are my HACKPTHACK!" Suddenly, she started hacking and coughing; it had been so long since she'd last spoken so loudly, and her throat had not been prepared for it. She conjured a glass of water and gulped it down, taking a few steadying breaths before speaking again. "Bleh... Well, that was fun. Alright, kid, let's try again. I am Mirajane, and you are now my master." She placed a hand on her hip and looked at him impatiently. "So, long story short, you get three wishes. What do you want?"

Practically Spellbound [Casually Insane + Summer]

Very nice! I'll get a post up when I can!

Practically Spellbound [Casually Insane + Summer]

I look forward to it either way!

Practically Spellbound [Casually Insane + Summer]

Meh, I'll just describe her and her outfit in a post. That's my preferred method.

Practically Spellbound [Casually Insane + Summer]

Great! Here's my sheet:

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Name: Mirajane

Age: unknown - at least 3000 years

Race: Genie

Mirajane exists solely to grant the wishes of whomever finds her lamp. Unfortunately, she despises this fate. Why should she, capable of so much magic, be bound to any other creature? So, unhappy with her lot but bound by it indefinitely, she waits within her mystic lamp, waiting for the next human to stumble across her. But those that seek their wishes granted had best beware: magic always has a consequence.

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