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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Armand wasn't in his room, and if he hadn't been reading other people's entries in their journals, he would have had no idea what to expect. As it was, he resigned himself to the fact that he would have no choice over what he was to wear to this party. If he could choose for himself, it would be something grand. An angel, perhaps, though he quaked at his own daring. How could he dress as something so sacred, when he was, himself, undoubtedly evil? Being with Schuldig, he was growing to understand, had made him bolder. He never even would have considered an angel before, as much as he looked like one to start with.

But he knew he had no choice, so he just waited with his lover. If Jareth wanted them there, he would bring them. Otherwise, Armand didn't see how they were expected to get there. He was, after all, still in the middle of the Labyrinth. And then, all of a sudden, the Labyrinth was gone, simply vanished, as if it had never existed. On top of which, he was standing at the front steps that led into the castle, he was dressed in strange clothing, and his lover wasn't anywhere that he could see. He was nearby, Armand could read that much from his thoughts. But not in eyesight.

That could wait for a moment. He turned to his outfit. It could have been worse, much worse. He was a noble night in shining armor, a paladin, a fighter for truth and justice. Not in full plate armor, just strategic pieces here and there to keep mobility and still be protected. And he had a sword, shiny, sharp, holstered at his hip. What fun this was, though, of course, the weapon couldn't compare to his natural vampire abilities. But it was gorgeous, he had to give Jareth that much. He'd been half expecting something worse.

Of course, the second he crossed into the castle, everything changed. He was still Armand, but he was a vampire no longer. Instead, he was mortal, and devoted to God, the King, and his country, France. He would rid the world of evil and injustice. So when he saw a strange horse that somehow looked sad, his heart was touched. Plus, it was by far the most beautiful beast he'd ever seen. So he walked over and reached out to touch its soft nose. "Fair beast, what ails you? Are you, perhaps, ill? If so, I vow here and now that I shall restore you to health." It seemed like a good quest to him.