[ wherever sche is, satariel will come to find her - they've got some pretty garments of pinks and purples with them, looking concerned with the way their mouth his pressed into a thin line. ]
Miss Scheherazade... if I can help you find a way to keep yourself safe, then I'd be more than happy to. We can make exchanges for your powers - what sort of thing were you thinking of?
[ hilariously she's probably by one of the fountains, having anxiously made detours through the city to check on them, as if expecting satariel to just pop out of the water.
she's visibly relieved when she sees them. ]
Ah-- The ability I had before I was summoned here. I could bring my tales to life, whether it was the genie from Aladdin's lamp, or the 40 thieves who sought revenge against Ali Baba... I could use them to protect myself.
[ She has her staff with her, and she clutches it a little more tightly. ]
[ sche sweet angel... i'm sorry dreamwidth ate your notif, your anxiety ]
Considering your storytelling, they must be strong! [ because, that makes sense to them? they come over to join her at the fountain, carefully setting down the clothing and dusting their hands off. ] I don't think we could give you all 40 of the thieves, or the actual genie, but we could certainly give you the powers that they would have just like they were actually here.
We can't really... empower summoning itself? Since those are thinking beings, even if they come from stories.
I understand. Given the nature of my power, I knew that it would be a lot to ask.
[ there always has to be some sort of exchange for power - this isn't entirely unlike the time she befriended a demon god who was able to give her immense power. but, that time, she did not have the same parameters she was working with now. she was free to create her own world, reinforced by fear, and, honestly? she doesn't want to do that again. it wasn't worth it. ]
As genies are beings of fire, that would mean, under your terms, I would summon the fire itself. Is that correct?
I think that's a good way to look at it. Whatever your stories could do, we can give you that power. It'd have a weekly limit, but you could boost it the week after you receive it, and you can still make two other exchanges with two other Watchers.
We used to be able to do six, but the way we were cheating got caught, so we had to cut back some.
Oh, no, I wouldn't want any of you to get in trouble. It feels like an inconvenience to ask even this much of you, let alone demand more from the other Watchers.
But, as you are able to help me with regaining some of my power back, I will use it to the best of my ability. Although, ideally, I wouldn't have to.
[ they reach out to gently take her hands, smiling reassuringly. ]
I'd like you to stay safe, Miss Scheherazade. And if we can help you, then we want to do it, no matter what. It's worth it, to us.
So we can get you your genie's fire, in exchange for you telling me and three other people a little story about yourself. Just as something different from the stories that you usually tell.
It doesn't have to be a lot. Just - something about you.
I can do that. But if I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone. My story is not the important one, but... I like to have some mystique intact.
[ she gives satariel's hands a lil squeeze. ]
I owe my entire life to my younger sister, Dunyazade. I would not be alive without her. I initially told a story to her, because if I approached my husband with a tale, it would have been too obvious that I was plotting something. So I told a story to my dear sister, so the king would overhear me and become interested of his own volition. When he asked me that he would let me live so I could finish the story, I knew my plan had worked. My husband was not the brightest, and he let himself be manipulated solely to be entertained each night, when he had the entire court that would do anything that he asked.
[ they can continue to hold hands, here, as satariel listens. there's an immediate nod to the request, to keep it a secret - because they would not break a promise such as that.
but then they snort softly, after. ]
Well, first of all, your husband is the worst. Was the worst? I hope that "was" is very, very past tense, Miss Scheherazade, because someone as kind and beautiful and clever as you definitely deserves a loving person, not someone that goes -
[ they puff up, chest out, shoulders back, cheeks round to mimic some pompous windbag. ]
"Yes, my wife! I shall let you live another night, if only to tell me another story!" What!
[ they don't seem surprised by her "age," at least, given some of the other people here. just seems glad, instead. ]
No, I guess not. But I'm glad. And hope that you could enjoy all the time in the world with Dunyazade - it sounds like you two cared about one another very much.
[ it makes their expression - what's visible, anyways - soften further, hearing her say that.
but then they snort a little. ]
An older brother. He's an idiot, but I love him more than anyone else in the world. We're all one another has left, at least by blood. I traveled halfway across a map for him by ship to try and get him out of trouble.
He's not very kind to himself, so that's what makes him an idiot. He tries to push people away. Thinks he's dangerous. Big dramatic idiot in all the worst ways.
[ it's said with such affection, though, and something bittersweet. ]
I couldn't find him for three years, he'd run off into hiding. But when I saw him again, he threw himself into more trouble, for my sake. Didn't realize I was perfectly safe and had to work double time to rescue him.
That sounds like quite the story. It sounds like you are the kindness he needs. Not everyone is so lucky to have bond like that. I do hope that he is able to see that, if he hasn't already. I would like for both of you to be happy.
[ satariel was nice to her and now all they deserve are good and nice things ]
... I hope he'll be happy, someday. He's pretty hard on himself? I understand that a lot of things happened, when we were separated, because he'd gone off to become a doctor and I'd stayed behind. I'll always worry about him though.
[ they smile at her, giving her hands a squeeze. ]
You would like to do an exchange, correct? I would not expect such a thing for free. But I thought... That maybe it could help some people. It has helped before, sometime before I was brought here.
[ i'm crying this never showed up in my inbox.... ]
Oh! I think something like that would be pretty fun. I'm sure it might be helpful in some way, too.
Uh, we don't know one another very well and I know you're good at stories so, can I hear one of your stories? I know it might be a little redundant, but it'll be helpful.
That is a fair request, and one I can fulfill most easily.
A long time ago, there was a great Sultan who had three sons: Hussein, Ali, and Ahmed. The Sultan was tasked to look after a relative's daughter when they passed away. Her name was Nouronnihar, and she was quite beautiful. Naturally, all three of the brothers wanted to marry her.
The Sultan knew that his sons would not settle the dispute among themselves, and not wanting to comply with Noironnihar's own choice, the Sultan staged a competition: the princes were to travel to distant lands and purchase the rarest item they could find. Whichever had the greatest value would be deemed the winner. The princes agreed and set off immediately.
Prince Hussein traveled to the kingdom of Visnigar, where he found a merchant selling a plain carpet for a large sum of money. When Prince Hussein inquired about the item, the merchant explained that the carpet could transport the rider anywhere in the world. The prince was skeptical, and the merchant offered to demonstrate. When they sat upon the carpet, they were transported to Prince Hussein's lodgings instantly! He was quite impressed, and purchased the carpet, certain that he would win the contest.
Prince Ali traveled to Persia and found a merchant selling an ivory tube. When he looked into it, it would show him anything that he wished. He too was skeptical, but the merchant allowed him to look inside and see for himself. "I wish to see my father and Nouronnihar," he says, and when he peers into the tube, it works! Prince Ali purchases the ivory tube and heads home to show his brothers.
Prince Ahmed travels to Samarkand and comes across a merchant selling an artifical apple. He insists it can cure any disease just by smell. Prince Ahmed asks for proof, and there are many passersby who claim that what the merchant is saying is true, as the apple had saved everyone in the city from a plague. Only when Prince Ahmed is able to see a sick woman be miraculously healed by the apple that he decides to buy it and head back home.
The brothers meet up at the predetermined place to compare gifts. Prince Ali says again, "I wish to see my father and Nouronnihar," but when he looked into the tube, it showed that Nouronnihar had fallen ill, and was laying upon her death bed. Prince Hussein and his brothers all sit on the magic carpet and are transported back to the palace. Prince Ahmed rushes to Nouronnihar with the apple, and her illness is cured instantly!
Now that she was cured, and the brothers were all back home, everyone believed Prince Ahmed should be the one to marry Nouronnihar, as his gift had saved her life. However, the Sultan surmised that without the help of his brothers, he would never had the opportunity to do so. It was because of all of their gifts working together that she was able to be saved. Thus, their competition ended in a tie.
...Well, the Sultan decided that an archery contest should suffice, which Prince Ali won, so he was the one to marry Nouronnihar.
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week 3; friday
Miss Scheherazade... if I can help you find a way to keep yourself safe, then I'd be more than happy to. We can make exchanges for your powers - what sort of thing were you thinking of?
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she's visibly relieved when she sees them. ]
Ah-- The ability I had before I was summoned here. I could bring my tales to life, whether it was the genie from Aladdin's lamp, or the 40 thieves who sought revenge against Ali Baba... I could use them to protect myself.
[ She has her staff with her, and she clutches it a little more tightly. ]
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Considering your storytelling, they must be strong! [ because, that makes sense to them? they come over to join her at the fountain, carefully setting down the clothing and dusting their hands off. ] I don't think we could give you all 40 of the thieves, or the actual genie, but we could certainly give you the powers that they would have just like they were actually here.
We can't really... empower summoning itself? Since those are thinking beings, even if they come from stories.
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I understand. Given the nature of my power, I knew that it would be a lot to ask.
[ there always has to be some sort of exchange for power - this isn't entirely unlike the time she befriended a demon god who was able to give her immense power. but, that time, she did not have the same parameters she was working with now. she was free to create her own world, reinforced by fear, and, honestly? she doesn't want to do that again. it wasn't worth it. ]
As genies are beings of fire, that would mean, under your terms, I would summon the fire itself. Is that correct?
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We used to be able to do six, but the way we were cheating got caught, so we had to cut back some.
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But, as you are able to help me with regaining some of my power back, I will use it to the best of my ability. Although, ideally, I wouldn't have to.
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I'd like you to stay safe, Miss Scheherazade. And if we can help you, then we want to do it, no matter what. It's worth it, to us.
So we can get you your genie's fire, in exchange for you telling me and three other people a little story about yourself. Just as something different from the stories that you usually tell.
It doesn't have to be a lot. Just - something about you.
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I can do that. But if I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone. My story is not the important one, but... I like to have some mystique intact.
[ she gives satariel's hands a lil squeeze. ]
I owe my entire life to my younger sister, Dunyazade. I would not be alive without her. I initially told a story to her, because if I approached my husband with a tale, it would have been too obvious that I was plotting something. So I told a story to my dear sister, so the king would overhear me and become interested of his own volition. When he asked me that he would let me live so I could finish the story, I knew my plan had worked. My husband was not the brightest, and he let himself be manipulated solely to be entertained each night, when he had the entire court that would do anything that he asked.
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but then they snort softly, after. ]
Well, first of all, your husband is the worst. Was the worst? I hope that "was" is very, very past tense, Miss Scheherazade, because someone as kind and beautiful and clever as you definitely deserves a loving person, not someone that goes -
[ they puff up, chest out, shoulders back, cheeks round to mimic some pompous windbag. ]
"Yes, my wife! I shall let you live another night, if only to tell me another story!" What!
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He hasn't been relevant in the last 1200 years or so. I didn't intend to outlive him quite like this, but complaining will not change facts.
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No, I guess not. But I'm glad. And hope that you could enjoy all the time in the world with Dunyazade - it sounds like you two cared about one another very much.
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[ it'd be selfish to ask for anything else. ]
Do you have siblings, Satariel?
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but then they snort a little. ]
An older brother. He's an idiot, but I love him more than anyone else in the world. We're all one another has left, at least by blood. I traveled halfway across a map for him by ship to try and get him out of trouble.
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[ she can't comprehend calling her sister an idiot, hence that comment. but you know. ]
I think those actions are very admirable. To go to great lengths to save your family... That is quite brave!
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[ it's said with such affection, though, and something bittersweet. ]
I couldn't find him for three years, he'd run off into hiding. But when I saw him again, he threw himself into more trouble, for my sake. Didn't realize I was perfectly safe and had to work double time to rescue him.
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[ satariel was nice to her and now all they deserve are good and nice things ]
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[ they smile at her, giving her hands a squeeze. ]
But family, right? That's how it always is.
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[ Sche smiles again! just a little bit. ]
Thank you for sharing this with me, Satariel.
week 7; tuesday
A magic carpet? It would be entirely possible.
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You would like to do an exchange, correct? I would not expect such a thing for free. But I thought... That maybe it could help some people. It has helped before, sometime before I was brought here.
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Oh! I think something like that would be pretty fun. I'm sure it might be helpful in some way, too.
Uh, we don't know one another very well and I know you're good at stories so, can I hear one of your stories? I know it might be a little redundant, but it'll be helpful.
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That is a fair request, and one I can fulfill most easily.
A long time ago, there was a great Sultan who had three sons: Hussein, Ali, and Ahmed. The Sultan was tasked to look after a relative's daughter when they passed away. Her name was Nouronnihar, and she was quite beautiful. Naturally, all three of the brothers wanted to marry her.
The Sultan knew that his sons would not settle the dispute among themselves, and not wanting to comply with Noironnihar's own choice, the Sultan staged a competition: the princes were to travel to distant lands and purchase the rarest item they could find. Whichever had the greatest value would be deemed the winner. The princes agreed and set off immediately.
Prince Hussein traveled to the kingdom of Visnigar, where he found a merchant selling a plain carpet for a large sum of money. When Prince Hussein inquired about the item, the merchant explained that the carpet could transport the rider anywhere in the world. The prince was skeptical, and the merchant offered to demonstrate. When they sat upon the carpet, they were transported to Prince Hussein's lodgings instantly! He was quite impressed, and purchased the carpet, certain that he would win the contest.
Prince Ali traveled to Persia and found a merchant selling an ivory tube. When he looked into it, it would show him anything that he wished. He too was skeptical, but the merchant allowed him to look inside and see for himself. "I wish to see my father and Nouronnihar," he says, and when he peers into the tube, it works! Prince Ali purchases the ivory tube and heads home to show his brothers.
Prince Ahmed travels to Samarkand and comes across a merchant selling an artifical apple. He insists it can cure any disease just by smell. Prince Ahmed asks for proof, and there are many passersby who claim that what the merchant is saying is true, as the apple had saved everyone in the city from a plague. Only when Prince Ahmed is able to see a sick woman be miraculously healed by the apple that he decides to buy it and head back home.
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Now that she was cured, and the brothers were all back home, everyone believed Prince Ahmed should be the one to marry Nouronnihar, as his gift had saved her life. However, the Sultan surmised that without the help of his brothers, he would never had the opportunity to do so. It was because of all of their gifts working together that she was able to be saved. Thus, their competition ended in a tie.
...Well, the Sultan decided that an archery contest should suffice, which Prince Ali won, so he was the one to marry Nouronnihar.
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...that wasn't the ending that I would have thought for a story like that, but it was a nice story nevertheless.
[ and with that, there will be a bright light and then a pop as sche's magic carpet appears next to her. ]
I hope you let me ride on it someday. It seems like it would be a lot of fun. Unfortunately, it only has 10 minutes of ride time.
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