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moo star (illusional) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

To say that Cathal was annoyed would be a vast understatement. Beneath the surface of his expressionless face, he was boiling with rage. How dare someone call themselves King and state with such matter of fact surety that one was his prisoner? Cathal's muscles bunched as he prepared to lunge toward this self proclaimed Goblin King and tell him exactly what he thought of this idea.

First, while he had no complaints about being taken from his father's kingdom, Cathal had no idea where he was or if his father had anything to do with it. For all he knew, it could be some trick Mac Dara was playing on him. He didn't think that was the case, but he couldn't be sure, either. His jaw worked as he ground his teeth together angrily. Finally, with Jareth gone and no one to focus his anger at, he turned to look at those who stood with him. Everyone looked just as lost and confused as he did, and some just as angry. But he recognized none of them. They were all different from each other, hair, eyes, stature, clothing, it was all different.

That didn't make things any easier, certainly, but Cathal was glad to know that he was not the only victim. He glanced around to see that his nearest neighboor was a blond girl with vastly different clothes than his own. And she was muttering to herself. Cathal was going to turn around and go see if he could find a way out of this place, but because he was feeling annoyed and mildly devilish, he remarked back to the question she'd posed herself. "Perhaps because sanity is of our own making. Nothing is sane if you are insane." He gave her a knowing glance and raised a brow, daring her to contradict him.