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*straightens his jacket* You should be honored, babes.

*takes a slight step back to avoid more kissing* I just...don't get what's going on. What happened?

You said the magic words, darlin'.

What magic words? *looks confused*

*sighs and snaps his fingers. A flashing sign appears above his head with an arrow pointing down. It reads, 'Betelgeuse'*

*blinks, looks up at the sign and then him* Wait...saying your name...

*frowns and crosses arms* Wish that would have worked when they had me locked up.

Hey, trust me, babes, it's harder than it looks. *grins devilishly then* But I owe ya. Name your price. Want someone killed? An apocalypse, maybe? Ooh, a plague! Highly recommended.

*arches brow* What? You're like some kind of deformed genie that likes kissing and groping?

*huffs* Poltergeist. Not genie! I don't grant wishes unless I feel like it. You have a rare opportunity here babes, just because I like ya. As for the rest - *takes a pointed step towards her*

Poltergeist? *blinks at him* No way. You're an actual poltergeist? But I thought....so you can do plagues and all that? *doesn't move, is busy thinking*

*gets right into her personal space, grinning* Not just a poltergeist. I'm the ghost with the most, babes.

*blinks a little bit as though suddenly noticing him again* Ghost with the most?

*lecherous grin, taking advantage of his height to peek unashamedly down her top* That's right.

*blinks, scowls and flicks his forehead...hard* Knock it off. *hates being the short one*

Hey! *stumbles back, frowning* What'd I do?

You were staring down my top. *Places her hands on her hips, proving she might be as small as a pixie but that didn't mean she was harmless*

But that's what you chicks want or you wouldn't be wearin' those sorta things. *crosses his arms, scowling*

Oh gees, you did not just say that. *rolls eyes* That's like saying I should just walk around naked then.

*pauses in his sulking* Oh, yes please.

Okay no. *shakes head* So what else can you do?

*frowns* I ain't your court jester.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give that impression. *crosses arms* I've never met a poltergeist, just...metas.

*pauses, frowning. No one ever apologised to him. He'd expected a quip about being exactly that*

Metas?

*wonders at the frown* What's wrong?

Oh...people with special powers.

*shrugs it off* Nothin'...

Ohhh. In my day we called 'em witches.

Okay then.

Well, I'm sure a few might call me that. *shrugs*

Maybe on Halloween. *snaps his fingers, conjuring a pointed hat on her head and a broom in her hand. Grins at her* There. Now you're worth of bein' called a witch.

*just can't resist as she curls her fingers around the broom stick*

Sit down.

*Her voice seemed to echo, deeper tones threading in with the natural hint of her own voice as she uses her power of persuasion on him*

*obediently does as she says, floating cross-legged in the air*

*pause* ... What just happened?

*smirks* Just me...being a witch. *tugs the hat off and lets it fall to the ground*

*frowns, disconcerted. Hates the power words can have for fairly obvious reasons* Hey, no, no. I don't like that. *waves a hand, sealing her lips together*

ooc: Sorry if this seems like God-modding but Beej doesn't much care for etiquette. If you'd prefer to have this changed, just let me know. It's no problem at all.

*eyes widen and she starts mumbling, pressing her fingers to her lips as she looked at him....slightly panicked*

Ah, none of that voodoo shit. You keep you're powers to yourself and I'll extend to you the same rare courtesy. Deal?

Huh? Oh. *mimes unzipping her and she's free to talk again*

*mumbles something and then nods slightly*

*gasps, taking in a few breaths*

Alright, deal.

Let's say we shake on it? *holds out a hand*

Sounds good. *slides her hand into his own*

*grins and takes the opportunity to wrench her closer, leering down at her* Who said ya needed powers to create a little magic, huh, babe?