[I miss Steve Irwin. T_T And sorry this took so long! My post got eaten, I got depressed, but...now I'm reposting! XD]
If Demaht weren't so annoyed and unhappy with the fact that she once again had to serve some human, she might have fallen over giggling at Kamilah's reaction to her sudden appearance. Ah! That never got old! She hadn't even flinched at the appearance of the blade, though, only regarded it boredly. After all, she couldn't die, not in the mortal sense of the word. She was an immortal and a prisoner. While she could be killed, that death was only temporary. Given a day or two, and she'd come right back just as shackled as before.
Oooh...Demaht quickly decided that she didn't like this girl at all. Which wasn't saying much, actually, because she didn't really like anyone and humans were completely out of the question. But this girl...oh yes, if it weren't for the fact that she was enslaved, and that she couldn't harm her masters, this girl would have been in trouble! She came across as rather arrogant, and since Demaht was arrogant too, well, that was just asking for there to be some sort of a personality clash. Demaht preferred weaker people, people she could dominate and intimidate, and it was even more satisfying if they were human. Back in her day, she'd been one of those ifrits, or fire djinn, that had made a hobby out of possessing people, and...that was probably the reason she was among the first to be enslaved.
"Oh yes. It looks just so gorgeous on ya, Kamilah," Demaht replied with saccharine sweetness, white teeth flashing in a grin that looked all too forced. She fingered the necklace that hung around her own neck, the one that wouldn't come off no matter how she tugged at it. She couldn't even lift it up past her chin, and she was deceivingly strong. "And look at this, Kamilah. I have a matching one. We can be twins! Oh, aren't we gonna have such a lovely time together?"
Her orange eyes flicked over to take in this Scry fellow and the other boy, and she yawned as she listened to the discussion on sand gators, and to the discussion concerning the question of switching dice. Oh ho? A rogue's daughter, hm? Very interesting indeed. She already thought she had an inkling of what she would end up being used for. This could be interesting, especially since she was pretty certain that this child wouldn't opt to get rid of her and the necklace. It might seem odd, but many others before her had done just that.
They knew the dangers of messing with djinn, and even though they were enslaved, even though they had to serve their masters obediently, there were still plenty of ways they could vent their aggressions. Many of them had become very, very good at twisting people's words, and that could spell disaster for those mortals who were inexperienced and failed to be very, very specific.
"What can I do for ya?" Demaht drawled, still sitting indian style on the table, not at all caring who's way she was in or how strange and improper that probably was. But she was also whispering, now. Unfortunately, she had been told to whisper, so she had no choice but to. Curses.
"Well, my dear mistress, I can do most anything for ya. As long as it doesn't involve asking me to commit acts of mass destruction, kill people, or change anything about another person. Basically, I can't interfere with anyone else's free will, y'see, but I can interfere with yours if you ask it of me." Then she tilted her head to the side. "Which, of course, means I can always just give ya the tools needed to off someone or whatever if that's something ya really wanna do. Oh yes, and this isn't free, either, of course. There's a cost, can't get something for nothing, eh? That price? Dealing with me until ya tire of me. I'll be trailing ya like a puppy until the day ya die--or get rid of me--unable to go more than twenty feet from ya. It's quite a commitment."
She slid her hands out behind her and rested back on them, a smug smile on her lips as she stared up into Kamilah's eyes in that unblinking way of hers. It was probably pretty creepy, but that was her intention.
"Now do you see why people kill for me? Well, all that and because of my stunning good looks, of course."