This body... how odd. When the Ringmaster had deigned to allow Genie a new, more useful form, something allow her to move about independently of a wielder, she hardly expected a shape quite so fetching, and so heavily based in humanoids. Then again, judging by all that she's seen and heard, her newfound resemblance to humanity won't be long-lived.
She sits outside of her trailer, long legs folded beneath her, and she speaks into her radio, her voice dancing warmly, a dark ribbon of melodrama.
"I've been told that this is the public channel. I've a most bothersome request of you, if any present can hear it: there is an act for which I must practice, and it seems I require a partner. Who would care to join me this evening?"
And then she waits, grinning, a Cheshire cat's smile in the dark.
2. Guns
There is a tall, dark form set up in front of the booth of the target-shooting game. She's been there for only a moment, but she certainly seems enthusiastic about it; she slides her long fingers over the wood of the play guns, her skin too shiny in the light from the booth, as though she's formed of liquid metal rather than flesh.
"I wonder if this sort of thing hopes to become a proper weapon when it grows up," she wonders out loud, to whoever's nearby; she's clearly joking, a spark of mischief in her too-blue eyes as she picks the toy weapon up and levels it. "Maybe a hunter's rifle, dreaming to conquer powerful prey with a single blow-- or a revolver, leveled at the head of someone who is fearful."
Genie | Middens
This body... how odd. When the Ringmaster had deigned to allow Genie a new, more useful form, something allow her to move about independently of a wielder, she hardly expected a shape quite so fetching, and so heavily based in humanoids. Then again, judging by all that she's seen and heard, her newfound resemblance to humanity won't be long-lived.
She sits outside of her trailer, long legs folded beneath her, and she speaks into her radio, her voice dancing warmly, a dark ribbon of melodrama.
"I've been told that this is the public channel. I've a most bothersome request of you, if any present can hear it: there is an act for which I must practice, and it seems I require a partner. Who would care to join me this evening?"
And then she waits, grinning, a Cheshire cat's smile in the dark.
2. Guns
There is a tall, dark form set up in front of the booth of the target-shooting game. She's been there for only a moment, but she certainly seems enthusiastic about it; she slides her long fingers over the wood of the play guns, her skin too shiny in the light from the booth, as though she's formed of liquid metal rather than flesh.
"I wonder if this sort of thing hopes to become a proper weapon when it grows up," she wonders out loud, to whoever's nearby; she's clearly joking, a spark of mischief in her too-blue eyes as she picks the toy weapon up and levels it. "Maybe a hunter's rifle, dreaming to conquer powerful prey with a single blow-- or a revolver, leveled at the head of someone who is fearful."