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<div align=center>It really wasn't her intention to be causing a ruckus in possibly the sketchiest part of Manta Carlos. In fact, merely strolling through this area had her nerves on end and her caution piqued. But she was an immortal, not some measly human that couldn't handle their own. This fact was ultimately put to the test upon a fate encounter with a fairy godmother who just so kindly duped her out twenty bucks. And for Miss Weatherby, theft was the absolute one thing she could not tolerate.

Suffice to say, when the time came to physically butt heads, the genie was the one to emerged a victor. The other, well....

In a pretty little silver cage hanging from the roof of the quaint shop was a barn owl, clearly pissed off at the genie casually relaxing in the plush chair behind the table that was once its. It hissed and screeched, but the only thing the djinn did in response was cast a dangerous glare in her cyan eyes. She shut up after that, merely going to brew in her anger. But even it knew that things could be much worse for that. After all, Loralei's kind were very unpredictable.

Despite her enemy-now-familiar harshing her mellow, she had to say that she was pleased as punch in what she did. Because the previous owner of the small shop was now at the mercy of her captor the genie temporarily claimed this spot to herself. It was nice too, and already set up for the needs and residency of a wish granter. The room was small, cozy from a fireplace, and filled to the brim with supernatural ornaments of all sorts. It even featured a small bedroom up a cramped spiral staircase and a kitchen and bathroom behind a curtain. For such a ramshackle little hut it certainly had its luxuries, not to mention an occupation attached to it.

Now the wooden signs outside advertised another type of wishmaker that could make all your dreams come true. well, minus a few rules of course. She even going so far to look the part, as she found a rather neat looking cloak and leather lace up bodice in the back and was wearing them now. Kicking her boots up the counter, her fingers traced a bogus crystal ball placed beside her teapot. If she were to get any clients like this, great. If not, that was fine by her as well. What she really needed to do was lay low for a few days... For reasons due to current events and wanting to get herself together over them. Something in particular was eating at her but she tried to ignore this, as well as any regrets she had... If they could truly be called regrets, that is. But emotional conflicting wasn't on her agenda right now. She had bigger fish to fry, including whoever walked into the little establishment that was now hers to claim. Whether or not she'd make someone's dreams a reality or their nightmares come alive remained to be seen.</div>

<div align=center>Almost attempted to take a nap right where she sat, the slow business almost getting to her. But with the small hope of a was of cash thrown in her direction she kept herself wide awake, gaze towards the ceiling. That was, until the jingle of the front door bell sounded across the tiny room.

The genie straightened herself back up again as the owl across from her started flapping wildly. She merely ignored this and looked at her first customer... Who was nothing but a kid. The excitement of the moment died down as she could tell from just the deer-in-headlights look he was giving that he was just lost, nothing more. And lost he was in a scary place like this.

"Can I help you?" She asked indifferently, eyebrow raising. Having dealt with many kids before though she made a good estimate that probably being blunt and sarcastic wouldn't be the best approach. Unless he deserved it, that is. "Yo kid, you shouldn't be in these parts. You lost or something?" She added, kicking her feet down and crossing her legs. Perhaps this kid had some dough on him. In that case... She twitched a smile, leaning on the desk with a more personable aura. "Unless you're here for business... In that case, you've come to the best place for it."</div>

<div align=center>"Kid? Are you-" Before she could concern herself with the mental and physical wellbeing of this boy, he managed to stumble down followng a bout of hesitance. Jesus, was she really that scary? She stood up instantly and vaulted over the table, approaching the boy to make sure he wasn't hurt. Or breaking anything. She held out her hands in front of her to show that she wasn't going to hurt him.

"Woah woah woah, take it easy there." She directed in a less jarring tone, easing herself a bit. The last thing she needed was for some random kid to stumble into her shop only to try to attack her or something. Then again, this kid looked like he couldn't hurt a fly. "I'm not gonna hurt ya. I couldn't afford to pay for a lawsuit anyway." She chuckled a bit, though spoke truly. She offered a hand in assistance in case he needed it, and if not she'd just shove it in her pocket to dismiss it. Besides, this guy looked old enough to remotely handle his own, if he weren't so timid.
"You look like you've seen a ghost or something." She stated, though it was clear it was her she was terrified of. Sure, she didn't look human, with a complexion more akin to fog than anything natural and a sort of magical aura about her, but that didn't necessarily make her a threat. Yet. "Just.. Relax, okay? No need to be afraid. I promise."</div>

<div align=center>Well, great. It seemed that even at her borderline nicest this kid still wasn't buying any of it. She never thought herself as an imposing figure, considering usually those with the craziest wishes were kids. Usually they were okay with her since she didn't have as big as an attitude as she would have with many other adults here. But this guy was a nervous wreck it seemed. Hopefully these sort of interactions weren't exclusive to her. Chances are, they probably weren't.

At the point when he got more defensive and less pleased by her presence Loralei began to back off a bit, hoping he wasn't going to lash out or anything. She held a calmer composure until he stated he was a hero. Really? A smirk almost tempted to crack across her face as well as a chuckle. He was adorable, that was what he was. But she didn't say anything regarding this. This kid meant business, and even went so far as to brandish his fists as if to hurt her.

"Hey there Rocky, put your guns down before you hurt somebody!" She leaned against the back wall, raising a brow. Was this kid for real? And for that fact did his mouth match with his actions? She didn't want to test anything. Kids here went from sweet and cute to satan spawn in a blink of an eye. With a less intense tone she sighed, rubbing her temples. "Okay look, sorry if I came off too strong but really kid, I'm not trying to pull anything here." Yeah, he probably needed more convincing than that. "But if you really think I'm some sort of evil witch or whatever you're entitled to leave y'know. Door's that-a-way." With that she gestured towards the entrance, which in turn opened up on its own. With that she turned her back on him, looking at the ancient bookshelf that the previous owner had maintained. "Otherwise I'll try to explain myself a little here. I'm just a simple ol' wishmaker..." After tracing her eyes over the archaic books she opened up one that appeared to be a simplified bestiary on mythical humanoid creatures. Perfect. She opened a page that was entitled her species, and slid it to him on the ground. Best to keep her distances for now.

In it gave a very brief run-through of what she was and the rules associated with her species. "I'm a genie. Surely you've heard of those in cartoons or whatever right?" She hoped so. "So, leave or stay. Whatevs kid. But if you do need to ask for something, go right on ahead. It's what I do."</div>

<div align=center>She hadn't really figured out much on the kid's abilities. The book was rather ancient, and rather wordy. But maybe the pretty pictures got the point across. Either way the kid calmed down considerably, and even went so far as to apologize. Loralei shrugged with a small smile. No harm no foul.

"Eh don't sweat it. Don't blame you for being a bit wary." Hell, she would be if she were a person seeing this. Sometimes she just forgot what she was, though. Noticing the kid looked on the verge of tears, she walked back slowly on over and patted him on the shoulder, bending down slightly to watch his height. "Promise. You're cool here." She assured in a bit more of a gentle voice before standing up to turn around once more. Prior to going back to her business however the boy mentioned one more thing, something about a hero... And something about making a special promise. Oh, kids.

For a second, she tried to figure out what to do. She'd just have to go along with the boy in his little game. Though she hadn't heard whatever comic she assumed he was talking about before, maybe she'd be able to learn a bit for the time being. At least, she would learn whatever was necessary so that the boy didn't get upset or the like. Then she'd be an asshole. Still, she wanted some information, for she didn't want to be taken off guard in whatever the kid threw at her in terms of his apparent passion. "Ah, uh... Who's Raven?" She asked , tilting her head in a slightly curious matter. Hesitantly yet with a bit of confidence she held out her hand to mimic what he was doing. "Well, don't you worry about that. Whoever he is, I don't think he'll be coming around to teach me a lesson about breaking promises." Boy did she know that already the hard way. She chuckled. "I'm a good genie. In fact, kid- Name one thing you really want. Like an object. Anything at all." Well, within reason. But surely he wouldn't go out and ask for a bazooka or something like that would he?... Scratch that, many kids were a lot more psychotic to her than what they initially seemed. </div>