All About Imp ~ by SaralynArati

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9 years ago

SaralynArati

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"I don't know how he got loose, but it appears that he has. And I would guess that, like my master, Ahi'i attempted to call up a free fey and got more than she bargained for. It is clearly Imp who is in control there, even if Mother salves her prejudice by pretending to be dealing with the human woman." Ifrit finishes her tale. "You're sure he will come for you?" Ji asks, although the question is rhetorical. "Yes, I believe he will, and soon," says the blue woman. "He hates to be thwarted."

9 years ago

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"The ifrit who answered the summons happened to be my father, but I don't think the outcome would have been any different had it been any other. Master was holding my bottle, from which I had just emerged, up in front of his face like a talisman. Father bit into it when he sheared off a chunk of the man's head. Like young Ifrit's bottle, it was damaged irreparably, but not destroyed completely, thereby freeing me. Imp was not so lucky. His lamp was buried when Father pulled the roof down."

9 years ago

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"Fortunately, before he tired of the teasing game and gave me to Imp just to watch what he'd do, the Master decided he needed a third captive fey. He was unable to locate one already inside a gem or other vessel, so he tried something vastly foolish; he summoned one of the free djinn. For the most part, they don't come at all, but when they do, you'd better be able to control them, or they'll exact whatever form of revenge seems best for the audacity of the mortal who dared to call them up."

9 years ago

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"That particular Master was addicted to power, and would often have both Imp and I out of our containers at once. And since he thought it was hysterically funny, the small red man lusting after the tall blue woman, and because he was a rather nasty person, he would let Imp touch me... just a little bit. Enough to frustrate Imp and mortify me. I... it was not a time I like to remember." Ji wrapped an arm comfortingly around Ifrit's shoulders, and she let it settle there like it, he, belonged.

9 years ago

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"As most or all of you know, I was a djinn in a bottle for a few centuries during my youth. My last master found me in a previous master's hoard. Along with many other things of value, one of which was a magic lamp." Ifrit made a face but refrained from spitting again. "As you've undoubtedly guessed, it contained Imp. He resented being a slave as bitterly as I did, but he toadied and curried favor with the Master. Because there was something he desired, or more accurately, someone. Me."

9 years ago