Parthevia Empire

"You have very noble ideals. You'll make a great candidate indeed." After standing atop his carpet for so long, Ali hopped off, returning it to its resting place around his shoulders as a cape of sorts. He was not surprised about Djinn Equip being a new concept to the young woman, as most individuals did not know without previously seeing it for themselves. "Paimon is inside your shackles. She would be more than willing to offer her power to you." As he spoke, Ali moved closer to Yasmin, eventually kneeling next to her while reaching out toward her left ankle. There, he touched the shackle on said ankle, aiming to call Paimon out into the world.

Yasmin had the modesty to look a bit embarrassed, her face flushing despite the deep tan. She didn't think her ideals were noble, to her it was simply a matter of having been someone else's property for long enough to feel it was wrong. If anything that probably made her ideas a bit selfish... but the only thing people were born with was choice, and if that was taken away as a matter of belonging to someone else, it as wrong. Simple as that.

But, Yasmin didn't get to properly express the rest of this sentiment. Because, a few seconds after a brief explanation that Paimon the Djinn was within the shackle on her ankle the Magi touched it, causing a blue gas to seemingly leak from it soon enough, the shape of the Djinn female known as Paimon was out in the open for everyone to see. She was very blue, with pointy ears and an exposed bosom with nipple rings connected by chains. She also had several other visible and invisible piercings connected by chains and small white bottoms connected to her upper body. Here she decreased in size a bit and appeared beside Yasmin, whose eyes widened just a bit as she didn't actually expect this to happen again so soon.

"Hello again~" said the Djinn who seemed to feel excited about being out in the world physically again. "I didn't expect to be called out again so soon~ Is something exciting happening?" questioned the Djinn. But it was such an odd occurance that Yasmin was simply without words for a second.

"Welcome back, Paimon," he said to greet the Djinn again. Yasmin's shock was apparent by the time Paimon appeared, but Ali was able enough to explain to the Djinn what the situation at hand was. "You could say that. Yasmin aims to abolish slavery in this country, but I'm sure you know there are other Dungeon Capturers here. Some of them may have gotten as far as the final lock in your dungeon. She's still keen on following through, so I was telling her about Djinn Equip."

Paimon looked to the girl she'd sided with a bit astounded. She supposed lofty goals weren't really that uncommon but ones so noble made her quite proud of the King Vessel standing beside her. "Oooh." commented the Djinn. When she thought about it there was one she could think of that made it to the final lock all on her own. Of course... she couldn't get in... but she doubted that would be so much a problem as what Ali made it seem like. Still, that girl had a bit more general knowledge about her, and likely had been able to figure out a bit about Magoi. With this in mind Paimon settled in and wrapped herself around Yasmin speaking to her. "Well, I have no problem lending power to you. You only have to know how to use it... that is of course, assuming you understand how to use it. Ali~" she chimed turning her gaze towards the Magi. "How much have you explained so far?" she asked. Thinking about it, she supposed explaining from scratch could be a bit complicated because she was no longer human and couldn't explain how to channel Magoi, but the Magi probably could do so in a way the young girl could understand.

"I haven't explained a thing. The only thing I can explain is what comes after learning how to call on a Djinn's power, which is the act of compressing that power onto your sleeves," he said, aiming the tail end of his statement toward Yasmin for the sake of explaining part of Djinn Equip. "Paimon, I'm sure you can cover the rest."

"Hmm, I suppose that is true." she said returning her attention to the girl she was presently wrapped around. "Yas, I am Djinn of Maniacal Love and Chaos." explained Paimon. "I am able to use Wind Magic and because you carry my Metal Vessel, you and your household members can do this as well... through use of the magic power within you." Paimon explained which made the pink haired girl's brows draw together. She'd understood this part in theory, and had heard in stories people who could control the power of the Djinn could do amazing and magical things, but to her those had simply been stories. But given a person had just materialized from the shackle on her ankle she couldn't really argue the validity of those statements anymore.

"Magic Power?" this was the question that Yasmin spoke, as the rest of what was said was pretty easy to understand. Paimon looked at the girl then at the Magi and at her friend and explained. "Every being contains some amount of Magic Power, it's usually referred to as Magoi. The ability to manipulate it generally belongs to special kinds of people, like Magi and Magicians can use it. And magical Vessels like yours, the Household item belonging to your friend and other forms of magical items can also use Magoi to create magic." she explained. "If you need to think of it simply as manifesting your will into something physical." she finished. As the pink haired girl mulled this over she seemed to come to some sort of conclusion. "I understand. Thank you, Paimon." she said and with that the Djinn prepared to re-enter her vessel. "Feel free to call on me, but... also remember it can be exhausting to use Magoi if you don't have a lot of it. I don't want you getting yourself killed before we can make you King~" and with that the Djinn gave a salute and returned to her home within the girl's shackle. Once there an eight pointed star appeared and glowed for just a second on the singular piece of gold presently attached to the girl's body and thereafter the glow disappeared and all was as it should have been.

Ali waited silently and patiently while Paimon finished explaining to Yasmin all that she needed to know. Bakura was also silent, but listening intently under the assumption that his supposed Household Vessel would function in a similar manner to Yasmin's Metal Vessel. When Paimon returned to her Vessel, Ali spoke. "So, you have the concept now. I'm sure you will put it to good use," he said. Bakura then broke his silence, choosing to address the agenda. "So, what do we do now?"

Yasmin heard what was said by Ali and acknowledged it with a nod of her head. "I will try to, I would like to try it out, but... not close to civilization." she said, after Bakura had spoken asking what was next on the agenda. "Baki, surely you know somewhere isolated we can go to figure out these new things and not draw too much attention to ourselves~" she trusted her urchin friend to know the kind of place she was looking for and thus give her a bit of hiding space and breathing room. She couldn't think of anything else to ask Ali right now but didn't want him to feel obligated to continue to stay with her either.

"I know exactly the kind of place you're looking for, Yas," Bakura replied. Just as he began to move, though, a tall male stepped toward the group. His hair was purple, and he looked to be somewhat of a taller version of Shaqeeq himself, obviously being of the same lineage. "You're not going anywhere, girl," he said in a deep, guttural tone of voice. "Surely you don't mean to tell me my brother was allowed to fall in the dungeon, and you went on to capture it?"

Yasmin smiled at her friend obviously more than appreciative that he would know the kind of spot she was looking for. But before they could even leave, a man stepped forward with a voice that sent nothing but a chill up her spine. Even so, she wasn't the slave girl liable to get anyone in trouble anymore. Her own personal master had fallen and it had nothing to do with her. "He wasn't allowed to fall in the Dungeon. He made it all the way to the Treasure Room where the Djinn and Magi decided he was unworthy. You don't own me... I'll go where I please." and this was all the girl had to say. There was no more sense of servitude left in this girl, only her burning desire to free the rest of the people enslaved in this area. But she'd not known this man as a master and had no idea what he was like.