Shatter Me

[Khadae]

March 24th, Year One

(This is the thread where Jasmine formally becomes Khadae. May open up to other Blackbloods later on.)

This was it. This time, she was going to be free.

She had made it from her chambers, out into the palace itself. It was nighttime, and so far she had avoided being seen by any of the legionnaires. Thank Allah.

The princess was shaking heavily; she was excited, so very excited... but she was also so, so scared. She had been held captive by the Blackbloods for long enough. Jasmine needed to get away from this place, she could feel a very oppressive magical energy laying thick over the entire kingdom. She had to find Aladdin, make sure he had managed fine without her all this time... but then again, she could not just leave her kingdom.

That's right. This was her kingdom. And she was going to take it back.

How? She was not sure yet. First things first, escape. Then she would formulate a plan.

The hallways were tinted blue with moonlight. It was dark enough, however, that Jasmine could stay to the corners of the halls and be relatively unnoticed. So far, she had not run into any of the legionnaires down this stretch of hallway. In fact, it was... a little too quiet. She could have sworn she could hear her own breathing echoing off of the walls.

She couldn't let down her guard. Magic users were everywhere, and they did not play fair. She only had a flimsy, old mace in her hands. It was all she could find as far as usable weapons went. She had to rely on stealth to get out of Agrabah.

She heard very faint clicking. Her chest tightened, and she flattened herself against a dark corner of the hall. No! Not when she got this far! She wasn't going to let anyone stop her now! She held the mace in both hands, prepared to strike if need be. She would fight her way out if she had to.

[Tabs]

Tabs had no need for sleep, not when he was well-energized with an ample supply of attention. The creature was a far cry from the withered weak state he'd fallen into early during his stay here. Hoofs clopped with an enthusiastic spring. He was terribly clumsy and occasionally got an ankle caught around a shin, though he did manage not to fall on his face.

Warfare was such a crass thing. Though it did accumulate a fair amount of wealth thanks to the numerous territories the ghazi had acquired on the Legion’s behalf. And Tabs was beginning to enjoy reaping the benefits of riches himself. Though the Producer didn't condone It’s underlings be indulgent, Tabs's addictive personality had begun to drag him down the path of opulence. He wore a silken, feather-ruffed nightgown. Though it was only for show; he had no intention of sleeping.

Oh, how his colleagues did insist on being gloomy. Well, some did, anyway, like to linger in the past. Perhaps Tabs got over past failings too quickly -- but he would rather that than the opposite. We don't need decadence -- ha! Tabs had every intention of celebrating and flaunting the good fortune of his army loudly and unrestrained -- despite any naysayers.

What were they going to do? Stop him? What a laugh.

Tabs carried along him a variety of small samples of various fabrics. He did love drapery and thought this hall would be prime real estate for some. He came upon a corner, turned himself away from the other hall, and began to compare his various samples to the wall in front of him.