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Unicorn/Lady Amalthea (the_unicorn) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-19 18:54:00

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active, day twelve, olive snook, the unicorn/amalthea

WHO: The Unicorn/Amalthea [ the_unicorn ] & OPEN
WHAT: Amalthea goes wondering
WHEN: Day 12, afternoon
WHERE: Illusion City, Monoply Board
WARNINGS: PG/PG13, nothing too bad here folks.
STATUS: Incomplete

The unicorn had spent the entire next day following her arrival in the small dorm room she had been lead to by the goblin. The vile creature had explained that she would find human clothes, a magical book to write her thoughts in, and that if she wished to talk to Jareth personally that she would have to make her way through the King's Labyrinth. With so many changes, the Unicorn found she had little desire to leave her room. She did not sleep or eat, and only once or twice did she dare to peer out of her dorm's room and into the hallways around her. She noticed others, but made sure to be careful that no one noticed her. Part of her actually missed the company of Schemendrick and Molly, at least they would have been able to offer some words. Schemendrick could have possibly reversed this magical castophropy.

She had found a pale lavender gown laid out over a table, if she hadn't recalled the shape of the material she might have never thought it was something to wear. It took the unicorn far too long to figure out which spots to slip her arms into, and how exactly to ensure it was on properly. It surprised her to find that the dress fit her comfortably, it was soft and flowed lightly, and barely had any weight to it at all. It had been around dawn, when the Unicorn emerged from her room. With not a soul in site, she begun to walk barefoot in one direction.

She wasn't sure what she would find, eventually a city - one populated with more Goblins. Most of them looked at her in disgust, others stopped to laugh. A fair few solemnly acknowledged her for what she was, she thanked them and proceeded on her way. It was afternoon when she found the buildings had given away to an open landscaped. One filled with shiny metal tokens, three to four times larger than she was. Confused the young woman stopped and stared in an attempt to figure out what was going on here.

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the_unicorn
2009-07-03 06:52 am UTC (link)

The unicorn found herself aghast as Olive asked if she was a vampire. The unicorn had never exactly met one of those creatures herself, but stories of them kissed the winds and lips of travelers. They never sounded like pleasant beings, humans who cheated death and worse drank the blood of others. It sounded as revolting to her now as it did back then.

"No," was her simple answer as she gracefully put some distance between herself and the other woman. Her hands came up to brace her fragile body against one of the tall metal structures. "You can call me, Amalthea... do you know what these things are?"

She felt strange asking the other if she knew what these tall formations were, they did not appear to be statues. She only assumed as such, because down the road she had found other goblins playing with tall things on a similar surface.

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ittybitty
2009-07-06 02:58 pm UTC (link)

The negative answer relieved Olive somewhat, as did the look of horror on the woman's face. Anyone who looked that offended at being called a vampire, really must not be one. Olive nodded, happy with this news. "Good."

Olive heard the name, but it sounded so strange. She had never heard anything like it. She said it to herself a few times in her head before she repeated it aloud. "Nice to meet you, Amalthea." She tilted her head slightly, causing her blond bob to follow. "Well, yes. Sort of. It's a giant board game called Monopoly. I've played it before, but it was never this big. Usually those pieces are small enough for all of them to sit in the palm of your hand."

Olive glanced around. It felt just as strange to be explaining away giant board games as it was for Amalthea to ask. And because Amalthea had to ask, that meant she didn't recognize them and probably had never played them. Which could only mean one thing. She wasn't from Olive's time. She was either from a time before board games, or from a different world altogether. Which wasn't exactly strange, there were people from all sorts of times and worlds here. "Where are you from, anyway?" No, Olive wasn't afraid of being direct.

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the_unicorn
2009-07-08 05:17 am UTC (link)

Amalthea gave a nod in return to the greeting, and then curiously glanced back over the board game as Olive informed her it was a giant board game. The word game was not strange to her, but she was left to assume this one was from some other strange place. It seemed this King was not without a sense of humor, he wish to keep this 'guests' entertained. The Unicorn was extremely bothered, but it did not show in the slightest on her face.

When Olive asked where she was from, the Unicorn chose to remain quiet for a few moments. "Far away ... even further from where I was taken. It has no name." She had not been home in such a long time, and thinking about her glade, and how winter must be settling in and her beloved creatures being exposed to the cold months. She longed terribly to be back home, to be safe in her woods. The Unicorn now knew it was folly to have ever left in the first place. She had been wrong to try and find the others, and to think she stood a chance against the red bull.

Her fragile looking arms wound tightly around her thin waist and dug into the lavender fabric. She could feel her skin tearing beneath, being in this body was still so sickening. How did humans do it?

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