Mission: DjinnPossible

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It had been a few months since the day he came home and Javier wasn't there. And when the strange people came to box up his belongings, only then had it begun to sink in that Javi wasn't coming home. He'd escaped from the house when the people tried to catch him, thinking him an ordinary house cat. He felt bad for leaving Manola behind to be taken to a shelter. But he'd panicked. What else could he do?

The jinn now wandered the streets of London as a cat, an ornate rhinestone collar with a slightly bent silver bell dangling from his throat. He didn't know what else to do with himself. Occasionally he would find some homeless bum and rub against his leg. But he was usually shooed away. Shezaan hated being alone. Since he'd come to be, he'd never coped well with it. Now, more than ever, he regretted never paying attention to his caretaker. He was three thousand years old, and was possibly one of the most clueless jinn to walk the earth.. That he knew of, anyway.

He was walking through a park when he spotted a pair of legs that looked like they needed to be rubbed against. He darted daintily across the field and stopped at the feet, pressing his head against the calf and walked to caress his body along the leg before looking up at the owner of the leg. Shezaan suddenly when still and those brilliant blue eyes went wide with both joy and sadness. He stood on his hind legs and reached with one paw to curl his nails into the hem of his shirt and he pathetically mewed. "Aixa"

[OOC || @aixa]

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Due to recent and rather unfortunate events, Aixa had found himself without a mistress. He hadn’t had to run from anyone, realizing that she was dead almost immediately. He’d taken his Lamp from her, pocketed it, and left. He wasn’t sure what had happened to the schizophrenic girl living with them, but to be honest, he wasn’t quite sure he cared. As terrible as it sounded, Aixa knew that life was fleeting, and he needed to look after himself.

After the fiasco with Pippa, he’d taken up to visiting the park and staying there for long periods of time. He sat on a bench, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hand as he stared forward. He wasn’t sure what to do now – he would have to find something to do so he didn’t go absolutely batty from boredom. He’d done the whole ‘job’ and ‘responsible adult’ shtick before, and Aixa was determined not to do it again. He’d never coped with getting attached to people – Aixa was terrified of getting close to people. He’d run away from the Nomad before things had gotten too serious, he’d ran away from Pippa, and he’d almost put his trust in Marisol before she died. And those were just the three recent…

Paws on his legs made him roll his eyes and instinctively kicked the cat away gently. “Not in the mood,” he muttered, closing himself to the cat’s peculiar energy. He blinked. Wait, what? The cat put its claws in his shirt and said his name. Aixa picked it up by the scruff of the neck. “Shezaan!” he said, instantly cheerful. “What’s got you looking so down?”