Wishful Thinking [Open][Double XP]

The blade seemed to pop into existence as the rain beat down on the streets of Seattle, Washington. It was cold this day, the smell of coffee thick in the streets. People walked by the antique blade without a second thought; but inside this blade was something akin to an alternate dimension.

Basir Samara, the Genie of Germany was currently watching TV on the couch inside of what seemed to be a lavish upscale apartment in downtown New York, NY. The Jinn seemed quite bored, not quite knowing what to do as the only the thing he could see outside his windows was the dark sky, and massive drops of rain smashing onto them.

If only someone would just pick up his blade, and start making wishes.

Knightfall was not having the greatest day today having just negotiated a drug deal for his employer. It would have gone smoothly if the guy had just shut his damn mouth. Knightfall at the time had felt obliged to shut it for him. Now with the rain pouring down on him washing the dried blood off of his white helmet, he stumbled upon a rather old-looking blade of sorts just lying on the sidewalk. Taking a moment to consider that it may be a trap he decided to hell with it and proceeded to pick up the blade.

As Knightfall picked up the knife; the Djinn trapped within found himself released. A puff of smoke, and the smell of burnt spices. The Djinn strapped his vessel onto his belt; where it would stay until the end of their session.

"Greetings, Master, I am your genie. Let us hope this does not turn into a disaster." Said Basir without much hesitance. "Your wishes three, I shall require, if you are to get what you desire."

Knightfall was now very confused as a supposed genie appeared from within the sword he'd picked up. "Excuse me but who the hell are you and why are you in the middle of Washington?" He said truly puzzled, whilst coughing at the smell of burnt herbs and spices. "Can anyone else see you standing in front of me or does it look like I'm crazy right now?"

The Genie grinned wickedly, "I told you, I am your genie. You have 3 wishes to make, so hurry up or else we'll be seeing the sun fall. " Said the Genie just before Fleur arrived.

As she did the Genie walked over to her vehicle, the blade seeming to have floated into the back of the car. "Let's see what we can do for you today, eh?" The Genie said once more before reclining against the windows of this vehicle, seeming relaxed and utterly happy with the current situation.

Knightfall looked over at the woman seeing her welcoming smile through his blacked out visor made him a little skeptical. "This day just got a whole lot more interesting." he mumbled as he adjusted his trench-coat and went to put the magic blade in the back of the car. Only to discover that the blade was already in the trunk. He sighed shook his head and got into the car.

"So...where do you want to go, Mr. Mystery Guy?", Fleur asked, not knowing the guy's name.  "I'm going to the 'other side of the tracks'. A location small and a little seedy.  I have something to bring to a billiards club.  I should be able to find at least one block where there are nothing but dark back alleys."

Fleur checked the her smartphone's GPS app.  She grinned an evil grin. "There you are, you den of male chauvinist pigs!  I'm going to teach you that women are superior!"

She drove towards a cheap-looking, grimy neon sign that said: "Billiards all day and every day".  Then she had an idea:

"Could you keep the slobs inside that billiards club busy for a while, stranger? (Knightfall).  I'm just going to set up a nasty little surprise for those beer-bellies. Give me 30 seconds and then we can watch the show. I guarantee, this'll make the house come down!"  

She parked the SmartCar at the club's rear entrance.  She got out.  She was holding an opaque commuter's mug. Just barely visible inside the container was what appeared to be a tiny,
thorny vine.

"Ah. It's still raining. Good. This'll go down so fast,  those slobs'll never know what happened to them!"

Knightfall smirked under his helmet at her question. It wasn't a matter of "if" he could keep them busy it was just how much fun he was going to have while doing so. This woman intrigued him and she promised a performance. He wasn't one to ignore said promises. Getting out of the car he rolled his shoulder's and stepped into the billiard club. It was a loud dirty place he'd seen worse but this wasn't too high on his list either. He walked over to an older man slumped on his table a beer mug still in hand. Knightfall reached over to the bottle in the man's hand and smashed it over his head. The man bewildered jumped up and shouted. "Alright who did it which one of ya did it?!" Then the old geezer drew a rusted knife and poked a big brute who'd just lost the bet he'd made. That was when the bar-fight broke out and Knightfall relished in the chaos that ensued.

Quinn noticed the moment that the magical energies twisted in Seattle, clearly someone either entering or leaving the city using mana. The fact that someone may have been so blatant as to drop themselves right into the middle of the city interested the girl, so off she went, heading straight for the origin of the effect. She got close enough in time for her to see some guy pick up an old looking sword, from which the most powerful person that she had every seen, magically, just appeared out of it.

Deciding to follow the guy and steal the sword away, mainly because it seemed interesting, she tracked him and whoever it was he joined through the city. She may have fallen behind a little, but having been close enough to see the sword and the Djinn, they were like a beacon guiding her. It wasn't long until she got to where the car was stopped, seeing that it was left alone, the sword still in the back. Quinn ponders a moment before shrugging and pulling out some plastic explosives, slapping it onto the lock and getting it primed, then setting it off.

The truck of the vehicle opened with a bang, Quinn completely unharmed even though she was within the blast range. Reaching inside she grabs the sword and lifts it up, looking at it with interest, wondering what kind of sword it is.

The Jinn felt stiffed by being ignored by his master. It wasn't like he was a MYSTICAL GENIE that could grant three wishes. Sure, he couldn't really fault the girl for not knowing that he would have been a valuable asset, but his master got the entire spiel about what he could do.

Suddenly, the car violently lurched around; throwing his vessel around the enclosed space throwing the Jinn around with it, although unaffected for the most part; the Jinn was still unhappy to be thrown around. Suddenly, someone picked up his blade which forced him back inside, so he could do his spiel again.

The Genie exploded from its vessel once again, pink smoke rising from the blade. Stretching more out of habit than necessity this time, it found the face of its new master only to realize that this was a magic user. Thus, someone who might know what he could genuinely do if they genuinely wanted it. "Ah, a magical maiden." He twisted his smoky legs so that he was snaking around her without genuinely touching her. "It seems its your lucky day. My name is Basir Samara, your Genie and mystic slave for the next 3 wishes you make." He grinned wickedly with suddenly razor sharp teeth.
"Choose wisely."

Knightfall pleased with the chaos he'd inducted in the club, heard a rather loud explosion from outside. His eyes narrowing he hurried out of the building only to find that the vehicle they'd arrived in had been blown to pieces. The lady who'd just done so was now holding the magic antique blade he'd acquired earlier today. Knightfall quickly taking action shot his grappling hooks at the genie's blade so he could wrench it from the woman's hands. The last thing he wanted was for this thing to get out of hand.

Quinn just tilts her head while she looks at the genie, frowning when he called himself a slave. She had read more than enough about mystical creatures to know what he said was true While she was easily moving the blade out of the way of the super slow grappling hook that some guy shot at it, she looks up at the floating genie and gives me a innocent smile. "I wish you were free."

After all, slaves are lame and she only wanted the blade itself in the first place, not some genie that came with it.

Basir watched as the humans played. They were all idiots. He told them what power he wielded; and yet none of them even came close to using him for anything more than decoration. Suddenly, a course of power rushed through his smokey form. A command. The order was given. The Jinn… released himself from containment. 

”You have chosen… Wisely." Said the Jinn as he floated from the now useless vessel, the gems looked like plastic now; and it may as well have been a butter knife. ”For this choice, Homunculus. I will grant you one wish with no consequences..."

He grinned wickedly and his fiery eyes bore down upon Knightfall. ”Congratulations on the wasted opportunity. Enjoy the show." Suddenly, chaos rippled out. Seattle, Washington became ground zero for one of the most powerful mystic attacks ever seen. It all started when the Space Needle exploded into screaming. Not the people inside, the structure itself. It ripped itself from the ground; and began going around touching other buildings which quickly began screaming themselves. Basir simply awaited Quinn's wish as super-intelligent squid beasts fell from the sky.