The Tempest | Social | JAJA| RIMA

"Ouu-" Jahanghir hissed, pain shot across the muscles in his ribs. It had been days since he had woken from his long lasting slumber. He had met many people rather quickly and under their care he had been doing good. However Jahan's life was definitely not the same.

Besides the change of setting, and the death of some of his loved ones Jahan had been having troubling physical issues. Jahan's body just did not seem the same anymore. His limbs were rigid and weak. He lacked the strength, stamina and flexibility he had. Though worse than that was the random pains he would occasionally feel.

Jahan summed up the shooting pains and muscle spasms he had felt for the last 2 days as a result of being immobile for 2 years. His body had to warm up and reboot. The frequency of the pain had reduced some bit but it still was a torment to deal with. Jahan sighed and rubbed his muscles as he crossed his legs and let out a yawn. He had been waiting on Dianna all morning she would usually stop by and bring him food, supplies and give him some conversation. Though she was later than usual and the man began to worry she wouldnt be coming at all.

"..."

Everything was quiet. Jahan hated it. He had taken shelter in an abandoned temple somewhere in the mountainous region. He hated the eery quiet of the temple, its large and empty spaces. He hated the dust and the dirt and how it made him feel. He was used to the roar and bustle of a grand hall, the constant sound of movement and watchful eyes. He was a fan of the energy people brought about around him and he felt the space in the temple was dead. It was a corpse, having lost its shell of life.

Fortunately drops of water began falling from the sky, cascading across the jade roof and slamming across the stone pavement. This made the sound of rain quite pleasing for Jahan. It had rained more than once since he had awoken, and it was great easing the kings spirit. He could concentrate a bit more.

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Rima Fahim

Rima watched as the fluffy white clouds above began to grey in color. It was a sign that it was going to begin raining soon, so she needed to finish up what she was doing quickly. She had been gathering various herbs from the mountains since the break of dawn, in order to study them once she got back to camp. The girl wasn’t incredibly experienced in herbology, but she wanted to dabble in it a bit. She’d recently gotten her hands on a very nice book containing information about all that kind of stuff. With that kind of knowledge on hand, why not?

It wasn’t long until she ended up piercing her thumb on yet another thorny plant. This had to have been the third time it happened in just this past hour. Letting out a sigh, the girl would begin to pick herself up off the ground, placing the bloody thumb in her mouth. In unison with her actions, a bolt of lightning would strike somewhere nearby. This would cause her to jump back a bit from the noise, considering how close it seemed to be. “I guess it’s time to get going, I don’t want to get my clothes muddy or any of my books wet.” She’d mumble to herself, covering her body with a grey cloak that Diana had lent  her this morning.

Wasting no time at all, the girl would dash back towards the dirt trail. While she didn’t know exactly which way she came from, she decided to head in the direction closest. She remembered seeing a big temple-like structure off in that distance. Perhaps, if it was empty she could temporarily stay there. At least, until the storm passed through.

Not even fifteen minutes into her walk back, an onslaught of rain would come down on her. The winds would push and pull at her body as they picked up, causing her to lose her balance. Eventually, the knots on her cloak would give away, tossing it into the wind. She might have been able to save it if she wasn’t holding onto her hat for dear life, but she wasn’t going to risk losing that. Hopefully, Diana wouldn’t be too angry with her for losing the cloak. Besides, after the storm ended, she would try to come back and look for it anyways. Whatever the case, Rima couldn’t help but feel a little bit at ease now. Not too far in the distance, sat the temple she remembered from this morning. Picking up her pace by a bit, the magician would begin making her way up the steps in no time. Her geta would clack against the stone structure beneath her.

magoi: 380 / 380 | stamina: 80 / 80
WC - 449
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Jahan heard the clattering sound of Rima's geta in the distance. He stood up and walked towards the sound eagerly expecting Diana to be coming up the stairs into the courtyard. Jahan ran out into the castle hall and into the courtyard, the rain was coming down fiercely now, and he could only make out the image of a woman as she graced the top step of the mossy stairs.

He wasnt expecting Rima so when he caught sight of the women he was apprehensive for a moment. He halted and hesitated unsure of how to approach. Though just as easily as he hesitated he moved on running forward based off his tender instincts. He ran towards Rima draping her with his thin purple cloak to block the rain.

"C'mon Hurry!" Jahan shouted above the chorus of the rain. He ran her into the temple as he shielded her pulling her by the arm. Jahan wasted no time and shook his head to shake off the excess moisture, and almost comicly his crown defied gravity staying in place on his head.

He looked to Rima for the first time in order to examine her. Jahan's eyes slightly widened, she was like something he had never seen. Her hair was a deep, rich purple which dived into a star eyed blue tips. Her Hair cascaded down her back and turned golden at the ends.

"Hn" Jahan muttered.

"You are golden-eyed"

Her way of dress also stood out from Jahan but it was ethereal almost. He had taken an interest in the woman, she was already very odd, very mysterious and it made Jahan very curious. The inner temple was a dark and dusty place, long halls and many sliding doors and paintings composed most of the interior. Jahan ran down the greeting hall into the large room he had been occupying. He came back  with a bundle of towels and extended the mass of them to Rima.

"Hello by the way, I am the emperor Jahanghir Nikotor. This is my temple."

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Rima Fahim

To Rima's surprise, the temple seemed to still house someone. Perhaps it was someone simply trying to get out of the rain like herself? Whoever it was,  he didn't hesitate coming towards her. He would quickly drape his purple cloak over her head, in order to protect her from the heavy rain. Despite not knowing who he was, he did seem like quite the gentleman already. Before she even got the chance to respond to what he was doing though, she was grabbed by the arm and lead towards the top of the steps.

The girl's eyes were locked upon the crown on top of this man's head. Was this guy actually some kind of king? It was also really weird how it seemed to always stop atop his head, despite the fact he was moving a lot just a moment ago. After spacing out for a moment because of the crown, Rima would begin searching the rest of this guy's body with her eyes. He seemed quite muscular, which in turn made him pretty intimidating. He also easily towered over her in height.

Shifting back into reality, she noticed that this stranger had mentioned her golden eye color. She didn't have much to say about it, so she simply nodded her head in response. Shortly after that, he would take a quick leave into the halls further ino the temple. About only a minute would pass, but the man came running back towards her with a stack of towels in his arms. After handing her one of them, he would finally begin to introduce himself.

"O-Oh, it's nice to meet you...e-emperor." She would say nervously, feeling shocked that she was actually in the presence of royalty. 'Holy crap, this guy is emperor? Emperor of what? This temple?'She thought to herself, tapping the stone floor with her geta. The noise would calm her down some, giving her something else to focus on in a situation like this.

"My name is Rima Fahim, I'm just a mediocre magician who travels these lands. I was a monk at one time, but I don't think I did a very good job at it. Though, I do still practice some of their traditions." She would gently smack herself on top the head, in order to knock some sense into her brain. Why did she talk so much? If this guy was actually some sort of emperor, he most likely couldn't care less of who she was or used to be.

magoi: 380 / 380 | stamina: 80 / 80
WC - 865
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"Emperor~" Jahan repeated after Rima taking indulgence in the sound of his title. It was so satisfying to hear, he stuck his tongue out a bit giving a mischievous and seductive grin.

"I love how you say it" Jahan smiled "But please call me Jahan"

Jahan would listen to Rima ramble a bit on her being a mage and a monk before she swatted her head. This sudden unexplained action confused Jahan and he quickly cupped the womens palm and brought it down.

"Relax." He said softly with a smile. "You're a magician? Also a former monk? What kind of things can you do?" Jahan was curious about the womans powers. Mages were amazing to Jahan, he had no aptitude for magic. Though the reality breaking displays of power he had witnessed from Ariella and the such captivated him.

"If you would like, theres a courtyard much larger than this within the Temple. Its raining but we can stand on the halls under the roof."

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Rima Fahim

Rima was confused upon hearing his response. She couldn’t tell if he was happy to have had her as a visitor, or if he simply planned on carrying out some mischievous deed. He seemed sort of strange, but she wasn’t exactly getting any sort of bad vibes from him. If anything, he actually reminded her of Yamato in terms of personality.

“O-Oh, I’ll make sure to do that from now on, Emperor Jahan.” Talking to someone of such a high rank was...odd to say the least. Simply saying the word ‘emperor’ caused butterflies in her stomach. Despite this, he had actually managed to calm her down some by simply telling her to ‘relax’. He seemed to be very good with his words, similar to that Neo person she had met before.

“Oh, I’m not really that interesting. I was born with the ability to weave life, but I’m not really that good with it. I think I’m fairly okay at healing others, but even that is really limited. Oh, and I guess I’m decent at heat magic as well.” Rima stuttered over her words as she said this, as she didn’t really like talking about herself too much. She didn’t really mind talking to Diana about things like this, but they were also very close.

“I don’t really know if calling myself a monk would be right, I was more like a trainee. They didn’t keep me for that long...but all that happened a long time ago.” It was clear that Rima wanted to stray from this specific subject, as they weren’t the most fondest memories she had. She also didn’t want to make this all about her.

“O-Oh, I’m comfortable here...but if you want to move there, we can.” Pausing a bit before speaking again, Rima would watch the floor as she traced her foot against the ground. “Also, if  you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you emperor of?” She had been afraid to ask this earlier, but she was generally curious. He also didn’t seem like he was hostile by any means, so she was going to go ahead and try asking bluntly.

magoi: 380 / 380 | stamina: 80 / 80
WC - 1222
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Jahan listened to Rima picking up on the subtle cues in her voice noticing she wasnt so particular on discussing her past. Though he was still interested in her ability as a magician. Though he would do his best to contain his curiosity. He could tell the girl might be a bit uncomfortable by the stuttering in her speech.

"I suppose I can be intimidating" Jahan thought to himself, though he hated to see a woman uncomfortable around him. There was something delicate and enchanting about the feminine nature, and Jahan respected that as much as anyone should. Her company was also especially appreciated because otherwise Jahan might have grown lonely. So Jahan just shook his head at Rima's answers

. “Also, if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you emperor of?” Rima asked Jahan so bluntly. His expression stayed the same for a moment, as he was briefly taken aback by the question. He gave her a slight earnest grin as he tried to hold back a blush.

"I am the King of this world. Without an Earthly doubt" Jahan stated with much conviction

"Come" Jahan said as he began leading her through the long intricate hallways of the temple. The halls were ornate and filled with paintings and color cloaked in an abandoned darkness. There was a noticeable difference in dust when they passed a few halls which marked the edge of Jahans territory. Soon light would begin shining through the edge of the hall and they would come to a square opening.

A small slanted roof shielded the square halls surrounding the courtyard, and the rain cascaded heavily creating a heavenly chorus that was unsettling yet calming. Jahan stopped at the edge of the hall beneath the roofing and watched nature for a moment in silence. He knew he had probably left Rima with more than one question but that didnt bother him. He would'nt change his answer for anything in the world. So he simply waited in anticipation of the womans response.

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Rima Fahim

“King of the...world?” Jaja’s response had shocked her. Wasn’t this guy emperor of something? Now he’s claiming to be “king” of the world? She would quietly stare back at him for a short moment, trying her best to figure out exactly what he was up to. Everything just seemed a bit...odd. Obviously he couldn’t simply be ”king of the world”, but for some reason...he still gave off a very “kingly” vibe. Perhaps, he was actually king of something? Maybe he just deemed himself as ”king of the world” because he planned on ruling it some day. She would hold off on questioning it too much for now, though.

Before she was given the chance to properly react, he had already beckoned her to follow him elsewhere. She would quickly nod her head and begin heading towards him. As she walked forward, Rima couldn’t help but notice how oddly beautiful the run-down temple was. If she hadn’t known any better, she might have actually mistaken this place for her old home, back when she used to live with monk Anzan and the others. But of course, it would have been impossible for that temple to have been in such good shape. Not after what happened there.

After reaching their destination, Rima would take a place near where Jaja now stood. “This palace, it’s very pretty for something that seems abandoned. It reminds me a lot of somewhere I used to live. Is it yours?” Obviously she was still curious about the whole king/emperor thing, but that could wait for the time being. She had already rudely asked him about it before, so she should make some small talk before diving back into that area. She was merely trying to be a kind guest, even though he did seem quite full of himself when talking about it.

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“This palace, it’s very pretty for something that seems abandoned. It reminds me a lot of somewhere I used to live. Is it yours?”

Jahan shook his head, "No I cant quite call it mine, Im just borrowing it for a bit." Jahan could see the beauty in the dusted run down temple. It had to be at one point a monarch of architectural grace, something truly inspiring. It was a building filled wit large ethereal spaces which reflected of crimson and turquoise. However the richness of the colors had dulled over the decades since the temples abandonment, and it no longer felt a space suited for a king.

Jahan moved closer to the square clearing of the courtyard allowing but a few inches of space between himself and the falling rain. He was eager to see some magic, and he was in the care of  a peculiar magician.

"Rima, would you demonstrate some magic for me?"Jahan asked rather abruptly. He didn't necessarily want to put any pressure on the woman but he didnt necessarily care either. It would be his first time seeing magic in literal years, an act the boy was so infatuated with. How Jahan envied magicians and all of their talents.

"C'mon Rima." Jahan pleaded "Show me yours and ill show you mine." the king would tack on playfully.

Jahan was  delighted by the display. While he had experienced magic and its wonders it was still as fascinating to him as it was in his childhood. Part of it was him always wanting magic but never having much talents. He watched the owl form in the air under Rima's command, the bird stretched itself out to its maximum potential before flying into the forest. A  smile adorned the kings face as he clapped.

"I dont know what that was but it was pretty neat."

Jahan honestly loved seeing new magic, it opened his mind to a lot of things. He wanted to know of all the possibilities magicians had. If only to make himself in turn stronger.

“I know it wasn’t anything special, but I hope I managed to entertain you at least. I’ve got a couple of other techniques up my sleeve, but I wouldn’t want to risk hurting the temple.” She would say, now looking towards Jahan. “What about you, or was that just a bluff to get me to show you my magic? You don’t really seem to be the magician type, afterall.” Rima would giggle, placing a dainty hand in front of her mouth.

"Hm" Jahan grinned with a near devilish confidence. She had tested him.

"I will show you my Heavenly Authority" Jahan uttered in a low sure-hearted ton. Jahanghir then walked into the open courtyard. The water pounded him from all angles violently. Jahanghir began to think back, his mind flashing on his pact with Gremory ;he sparked the catalyst of the atmosphere by remembering.

The King's face grimaced as he inhaled and almost instantly his magoi surged his body. He began to feel it the sensation once again. The feeling of the djinn equip. The  rukh in the air began to scatter from beneath the clouds  in hordes. They danced violently and the sky began to crack with thunder. It was almost if the rukh was screaming chirping like thousands of birds as the wind howled and the  lightning roared. Jahan's world had went silent however, he felt strange as he tried to manifest his djinn equip.

He could feel it, it was a sensation unlike any other. Something he could not readily describe, and once you got it you understood. Jahan only needed to say it now, but he was having a hard time remembering.

"The words" Jahan thought to himself as his crown began to shine white. In a sudden flash of light Jahan's body had transformed. Jahan had become angelic, with 6 wings enveloping and flapping briefly for a moment. Jahan sent Jahans  abdomen was hard and dragon like, his arms blackened as well and his fingers clawed.Adorning him was sharp levitating  metallic accessories which lined his pants. Jahan Held an impressive crimson flame with a sickening curve to it which could no doubt disembowel. In a moment of beauty and awe Jahans feathers floated though the space only to be caught in the storm and scattered.

However it was a short lived moment for the transformation completely and utterly failed. Jahans form seemed to shatter, and evaporate into the thin air. The particles of his form shimmered and faded into the ether and Jahanghir Collapsed to one knee. He began panting and his expression became tired and irritated.

"Dammit" he spat, obviously angry by hismoment of weakness.  "Why didn't it work!"

"I just cant remember the words." Jahan thought.

Jahan was still defeated he could not believe his weakness, he gritted his teeth and struggled to pull himself to a stand. However he tried to fight through it it was nor working. He was exhausted or burned of his magoi the transformation had completely fried him. He struggled against the drain of his body which forced him unbalanced to which he collapsed.

Jahanghirs vision grew white and blank before he passed unconcious. Blood would pour from the mans nose, he looked sd and pathetic in the middle of the courtyard passed into the rain. Pluto may have been wary of him but the king was in no condition to combat anything. The Rukh seemed to fly down to Jahan and land on the Kings body flapping their wings slowly for a moment.

Jahan may have held the form of an angel for a fleeting grace; yet he lacked sempiternity. Deep within the world conqueror was a powerful might, though it lacked majesty. He hungered for change, to spread his influence through the realm, but he hadn't the vitality to grasp his globe. He couldn't be anyone's savior, yet Diana was his.  Diana was like an angel to Jahangir.

It was no wonder he had come to dream about the woman. She was the last image he remembered as his consciousness fell into the ether. He was growing fond of the woman's presence as if fate guided her to him. He didn't need to ask or plead or barter. She was with him out of good nature and while the king wouldnt know it she was his only stability. And while he wouldn't know it the king's heart had just begun to feel it.

Jahan's eyes fluttered opened and for the second time he woke to Diana's face. He wasnt prepared for it, for her beauty to unexpectedly grace him; it faltered his gaze for a moment. Jahan's head was cradled by the woman's thighs, his nose caught her scent and his flesh caught her warmth. The king smiled, he smiled out of the peculiarity of his fate. He grinned beautifully and sincerely as he relished in the joys of his reality.

"I have to be the worlds born king. Fate has been so gentle with me." Jahanghir whispered. He turned his head into the woman's stomach and the tensity in his body faded. He had started to trust the woman.  His body relaxed and he allowed himself to rest his eyes.

"What happened to you?"

Jahan caught Diana's whisper, but he didn't know how to answer. He didn't know, the only times he had needed it to work, it had prevailed. Now... Now he had no answers to anything, so he remained silent for a moment offering little answers to his many mysterious.

"I'll tell you when I find out"

He had little intention of leaving Diana's lap and soon he could hear the woman calling for blankets. Jahanghir grew a bit heated at the thought, it certainly wasn't a bad idea. The flames of the kindling had dried the boys clothes and hair but he was  cold from the chill of the night invading the temple halls. Rima would leave and return with blankets  from Diana's Lunar Wolf. One being Jahanghirs own blanket, a large ebony comforter made of silk and panther. It was a luxurious speciman softer than most blankets and it still smelled fresh of Lilac and fragrance.

Jahanghir soon sank back into the abyss of his mind. His whole body was drained of vitality. Diana's voice guided him ;the white lion's lullaby gently lulled the black lion. Sleeping soundly and peacefully his ebony bangs draped his eyes. As usual the world king's crown remained tightly fastened to his head. Jahan's crown was an ebony metal band, made of a substance like gold found within the dungeon of Gremory. The crown's design was solid, powerful and intricate, with the words in the alma torran language "Long Live The King" etched within the inner band.

The presence of his metal vessel and heavenly authority appeared to radiate small particles. If one would think of it Jahanghir was "recharging". Diana fell asleep cradling the king's head protectively. The picture of it was like a King in the arms of his Queen. Jahanghirs body lost its tension it had began to trust in her. Jahanghir's spirit needed something to trust in he was on edge.

Soon they were asleep, Diana fell asleep above the emperor, resting her head in his abdomen ;her breasts draped the kings face. The night grew old and died, the sun-star rose from slumber. Morning came and the a patch of peach light could be seen from the thin sheet of clouds that lingered above. The sound of dew dropping from the temples cascaded gently. A rainbow arched across the skyline and the tempest began to move on.

Jahanghir woke up beneath Diana, he was shocked first because of the positioning but he slipped from beneath her. Jahan stood up and began to stretch. After twisting and popping him joints he turned back to Diana and rima who were, he walked a bit closer and knelt down before diana examining her face. He thought she was a beautiful woman. The sight of her soul in her skin caused a wave of heat to rise in the man. He thought she was pretty before but he hadnt ever examined her so closely before.

"Diana" Jahan called softly, "Diana" he called again and he put a hand to her head before petting through her locks. Jahan smiled and looked to Rima who curled beneath Dianas side. He reached with his other hand and pet the magician in attempt to wake her. Calling out to the both of them Jahanghir spoke them into existence.

"Its time we rise"

After a bit of persuasion by Diana, Rima decided it would be better for them all to sleep close-kit. While Jahan didn’t exactly come off as a bad guy to her, something about his presence made her uneasy. Perhaps it was because of how well Diana and him seemed to be getting along? That still wasn’t any excuse for her to be feeling the way she did. Either way, she was going to be keeping a close watch on him from now on.

Inching her way towards them, Rima would take a spot directly behind Diana. She would grip the sides of her fur blanket and raise it above her head, covering her face. If it wasn’t already for the recurring nightmares, this feeling in her chest was enough to keep her awake all night.

"I wonder how long this will last," she whispered, turning her focus back onto Jahan. "Even a king needs his sleep. You should rest." Diana had quickly changed the subject, briefly smiling at the man. "You as well, Rima," she said, looking towards the magician. "We can find answers in the morning."

“I’ll do my best…” The magician would mumble under her breath, pressing her face up against the warm fur of her throw, which was borderline pressing up against Diana’s back.


As night faded into morning, the light from the newly-risen sun would break through the fur of her blanket. Her baggy eyes now blinking, breaking from the thought-trance she had put herself under all night, thinking of the future, the past, and everything in-between. The sound of Jahan’s voice would finally get her attention, as he lead into a pat on her bare head as she uncovered herself.

"Its time we rise"

Rima would slowly rise up from her spot, standing up and pressing both of her hands into her back, giving it a good stretch. She’d then begin wiping the crust that had formed in her tired eyes, blinking to regain focus in them. Last night was not a good night at all. In-fact, it was unusually more stressful than normal. This was because her chest still felt heavy from the mixed emotions going throughout her head.

“Good morning.” She’d say, yawning and giving her body yet another stretch. Rima watched as Diana wriggled on the ground, hindered by an uncomfortable night of rest. Her voice sounded unusually raspy, likely the result of needing some water. However, she would get straight to the point and begin asking Jahan what was on her mind.

While Rima was in-fact very interested in what Jahan had displayed yesterday, her mind was side-tracked with more emotional matters. She would keep an ear open and listen to what he had to say, but her attention would be a bit more focused on Diana than him.

After Diana was done asking her questions, and whatever Jahan had to say, Rima would confront Diana about needing some water. -- “Hey, Diana...Jahan, should I go get some water for all of us? My mouth feels like cotton.”

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"You looked really cool yesterday," she paused, letting out a light yawn, "When you used magic." Her grip around his neck tightened as she stretched her back briefly before loosening again. "How do you do that?"

Jahanghirs face brightened up. His lips curled into a soft grin as he was praised.

"It's something only real Kings do" Jahanghir told Diana. He didn't know If he should let her into his world. To tell her the secrets of his power. Jahan held his woman in his arms Bridal, standing above the waking Rima. Something about the atmosphere just made him feel at home. Even though he was so far from everything he had cherished.

Or maybe he was closer than he knew.

“Hey, Diana...Jahan, should I go get some water for all of us? My mouth feels like cotton.”

"Uh sure?Why dont we all go, I know there is a well not far from here."

Jahanghir readied himself, they needed water. They needed a bath.