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Jareth ([info]goblin_king) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-22 20:29:00

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Entry tags:armand, arrival, caspian, cathal, cimorene, claudia, complete, day four, edward cullen, faith lehane, gabrielle, giselle, hermione granger, ianto jones, jack harkness, jareth, juniper golding, legolas greenleaf, mercy thompson, ned the piemaker, nymphadora tonks, olive snook, pandora, robin of locksley, rose tyler, sarah williams, schuldig, severus snape, tara maclay, the doctor, willow rosenberg, xena, yaten kou, yuna

Who: Jareth and everyone!
When: Day Four, evening
What: The King 'invites' everyone to his masque...
Where: Jareth's castle
Rating: Anywhere from G to R, I suppose
Status: Complete


It had been raining earlier in the day, but it had cleared up a short time ago. Jareth looked out the window of his massive ballroom, empty for now, and felt a little bit disoriented by the fact that the Labyrinth had just disappeared. Of course, he'd made it happen, but it had been a long time since he'd felt so exposed. But he couldn't very well have people needing to wander through the Labyrinth, could he? And the two who had been running it had been transported to the castle already, and he knew from the screams of rage that they were being dressed at this very moment.

The king smiled and turned away from the window, checking out his ballroom. It was quite spectacular, with a large orchestra pit, many snack tables, and, of course, lots of empty space for dancing. This, he figured, would be a night to remember. He snapped his fingers and peered into the crystal that appeared there, scrying on each and every person he'd brought to the Underground. Some, he knew wouldn't come on their own, and he sent crystals floating out to ensare them. Of course, some might just be strong enough to resist that pull, so he had goblins standing by to bring others in. Whether willing or not, everyone would be attending, he'd seen to that.

Dressed in his finery, with an evil looking mask in the guise of a leering demon, he walked over to his throne. Draping himself casually over it, he waited. People would be arriving anytime, now. He didn't fool himself for a moment that some wouldn't take this chance to attack him, which was why he wasn't precisely there. Anyone who tried to attack him, he knew, would find their useless effort wasted against what was no more than a projected image.

He gestured, and a goblin slave brought him a glass of wine. This, he was convinced, was going to be a night to remember.


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[info]dark_slayer
2009-03-23 04:13 pm UTC (link)
In all honesty, Faith hadn't expected to have to go to this stupid ball. After all, she was in the middle of solving the damn Labyrinth, and the way the door had shut behind her and Mercy had sounded very, very final. So she had no reason to believe that she would have to attend this thing, which was just fine with her. Hanging with Mercy was much more fun, really.

So she was completely unprepared when a strange sort of bubble appeared, instantly drawing her eye. She frowned slightly, reached out to touch it. Who was blowing bubbles? But she couldn't make herself look around to see. The thing seemed to expand, to fill her entire field of vision, and then she was sucked into it entirely.

When she next became aware of what was going on, she was in a stone room, with many other people around. She looked around for a moment, seeing many familiar faces but wanting to get her bearings first. And she wanted to find Mercy. Had the other girl been sucked in by the bubbles, as well? But something didn't feel quite right... she wasn't naked. She'd gotten almost used to being that way while in the Labyrinth...

She glanced down at herself, and immediately her dark eyes opened. "Oh, fuck no!" Sometime while she'd been dazed, she'd also been clothed. That was all too obvious. A dress that was hopelessly frilly, and, for god's sake, pink, and a mask strapped over her face that had more feathers than she wanted anywhere near her, thank you. All in all, she looked completely ridiculous, in her own mind. But the shade of pink flattered her skin nicely, actually, though she hated it and would never choose it voluntarily.

The Slayer swore softly to herself, and glanced around once more. This was the stupidest situation she'd ever been in, and that was saying something. Were was Mercy? She'd gotten used to seeing the other girl naked, but considering how she herself looked, she could be wearing anything.

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[info]sweetlikehoney
2009-03-23 06:31 pm UTC (link)
Schuldig was one of the few people who had gone to the ball completely willingly, and with a goal to enjoy himself. He'd dressed in the outfit he'd been provided, white romantic cotton combined with a black and red jacket and a black and silver mask to create a dark look he very much approved of. Armand looked stunning as well, and together they had head out to the ball.

After lots of dancing, Schuldig had wandered off to find food. He figured Armand could find him if he really wanted to. Even in dark colors and with a mask, he stood out. It was hard not to with that hair. However, he'd been distracted almost immediately when he sensed a familiar voice, close. Turning, he saw Faith, and grinned a little. She seemed upset, but that wasn't what he was concerned about, at all. She was wearing a dress.

With a little bit of telepathy to make sure she didn't sense him coming, he leant in close to her ear. "Boo." When she turned, he lifted his mask temporarily and tilted his head. "I told you it'd be pink."

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[info]dark_slayer
2009-03-23 08:47 pm UTC (link)
Faith looked up, dark eyes widening as someone spoke from right behind her. She gasped and then shook her head, unsure how anyone had been able to sneak up on her. She had better senses than most people, better reflexes, and all in all, she should not have been surprised. But when she saw the incredibly hot redhead who had interupted her, all that sort of thing went out of her head.

She gave him a very, very flirtious smile and a nod, but slowly, the exprssion left her face and she just looked at him thoughtfully. She hadn't heard him coming, and he was referencing somethat that... "Shit. Schuldig?" It didn't take a brain surgeon to make that leap.

"Oh, fuck off..." She looked down at the pink horror she was wearing, making a face and trying to pry it away from her body. It didn't seem to want to move. Her skirts moved normally, but any attempt to actually remove the dress seemed doomed to failure. It was very, very annoying. She sighed and then checked him out once more. "But damn, gorgeous, you pull this look off a little too well." She smirked slightly. "Not bad at all."

Faith was, after all, about as subtle as a sledgehammer.

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[info]sweetlikehoney
2009-03-23 10:48 pm UTC (link)
Schuldig watched Faith's reactions, amused at the change from shocked to flirty to thoughtful to frustrated and back to flirty again. Oh, he liked her. "The one and only." The telepath smirked, giving a playful bow.

"Yeah, I thought so. I've got to say, our dear Mr. Sparkly King does have a certain amount of taste. Sometimes." He eyed her just as shamelessly as she did him, tilting his head a bit. "You don't look bad yourself. Magic of corsets and all that." In fact, she was very, very hot, poofy dress or not, and his eyes said so.

Then, one eyebrow quirking, he moved closer, murmuring in her ear. "However, if you really want to get that off, I think I can help you. We've made our appearance, after all. Ditching would only be appropriate."

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[info]dark_slayer
2009-03-23 11:55 pm UTC (link)
"Stay out of my damn head." Though, as time progressed, she became less and less angry about that. She'd never truly get used to the idea that someone could just poke around in her brain with impunity, but there was nothing she could do about it. Anyway, her greatest fear about that was that anyone who could see her as she really was would hate her. He didn't seem to.

In fact... he really didn't seem to. Despite the dress that she thought was hideous (and, perhaps, deep down, some little girl Faith secretly loved), he was looking at her with desire in his eyes. It was an expression she was familiar with, and she smirked in return at him. She wasn't exactly the type to simper and giggle, so she returned the appraising look. With interest.

"Oh, shit yeah. Count me in." He really was attractive, after all, and it had been a couple of days since her last roll in the hay. Far too long, and her body was letting her know it. As for the little issue of the lack of lead up to the request, she wasn't concerned. It suited her this way, playing hardball. Though she could flirt, of course, she much prefered it the way it was going.

"Looks like there's washrooms or something over there..." Wouldn't be the first time she'd done this in a bathroom, probably wouldn't be the last.

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[info]sweetlikehoney
2009-03-24 11:09 pm UTC (link)
"Didn't need to be in your head to see you itching, babe." But it was good that she was getting used to it, because chances were he'd be in her head a lot in the next little bit. "We'll see if you say the same thing five minutes from now, though." One advantage to having sex with people who knew you were a telepath? There were tons of tricks you could pull.

"And I don't hate you. You act like a bitch, but you're interesting. And hot enough to get away with it." Slowly, another smirk formed. "Speaking of which..." Bathroom worked. Wouldn't be the first time for him either. In fact, the washroom was far from the most public he could have handled. He might have been a bit of an exhibitionist.

Grinning, Schuldig took her hand and kissed it, an ironically gentlemanly gesture, considering where he was then leading her and to what purpose. He could be subtle and flirt as well, of course, but when there was an understanding, there was an understanding.

Once they had ducked into the bathroom, he pulled her close, hands already working on the back of her dress as his lips met hers and he pulled her towards one of the stalls. The masks, he discovered, were a problem, and he pulled both off quickly and dropped them carelessly. Her dress was getting far from kind treatment as well, of course, but he figured she gave less of a damn than he did.

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[info]dark_slayer
2009-03-24 11:51 pm UTC (link)
Faith looked at him and growled softly. She wasn't at all happy about her head being poked around in. The dark haired slayer had many, many things that she would be just as happy to keep secret, thank you very much. But, on the other hand, what was the point of worrying about it? He could read her mind either way. It was almost refreshing.

Okay, and he was hot. That didn't hurt, either.

Ditching Mercy made her feel a little guilty, though, in a way she didn't understand. But, hey, the other girl would understand. Hello, hot guy? She just rolled her eyes at the hand kissing (though, secretly part of her was a tiny bit delighted), and followed the redhead out of the room and into the bathroom.

Before the door shut, she glanced back and saw a strange scene. A tiny little slip of a woman stood defiantly facing the King. Nearby, something came out of the ground, something huge and... she hurried into the bathroom. She really, really needed to get laid, and if she saw more, she might have to go fight.

"Tell me that thing was a damn hallucination..." She muttered, but soon enough, it was almost out of her head. Almost. Though she had a feeling she would have nightmares later. But for now, there was the hot redhead, and kissing, and her horrid dress being taken off. Of course, she didn't leave it all in his hands. His own clothing was pulled off and tossed aside negligantly as her slender body pressed against him.

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[info]sweetlikehoney
2009-03-25 12:54 am UTC (link)
"Mmmm, it was the punch, must've been spiked." Of course, he was joking, and it came through in his voice. He could feel the panic out there, actually, but he wasn't worried. Monsters showing up randomly, so what? They were in the bathroom, completely safe. Right. He just had to not think about the many horror movies where the couple having sex always gets killed first.

He felt Armand searching for him, and sent out a delayed little I'm fine to him. If any of the lust and distraction got communicated through his mental voice, it really wasn't his fault. There might have been a tinge of something oddly like guilt at making him worry, but he wasn't thinking about that either.

The benefit, of course, to his situation, was that not thinking was unsurprisingly easy. He smiled as she undressed him, managing to get the dress undone and slip it off her shoulders. Then, the corset was unlaced and dropped, and panties were pushed down to her knees. He pressed her against the wall of the stall (walls were coming in handy quite often lately, he had to say), breaking their series of kisses to nibble at her throat and roll one of her breasts in his hand, toying with a nipple. "Condom in the left pocket," he told her mentally, before she had him fully undressed.

The whole pile of clothes (which was quite big, with the amount of fabric in her dress) was kicked to the side. Thus, anyone who decided they needed the bathroom would probably open the door, see a trail of clothes, and leave fairly quickly. Unless of course they were really desperate to get away from the monster...thing.

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[info]dark_slayer
2009-03-25 01:27 am UTC (link)
As far as Faith was concerned, the moment that door shut, she was no longer interested in big scary monster. If it came in here, she'd hurt it a lot. If not, she had more important things to do. There were a lot of people out there, surely not all of them were completely useless in a fight. It fell, in other words, squarely under the catagory of 'not her problem'.

Her clothing slipped away, and she was very glad to have the dress go. It didn't seem entirely fair that he could take her clothing off when she couldn't, but at least it was gone. His clothing didn't take much longer, and then she had him naked. The voice in her head made her gasp, and she lacked the capacity to speak back to him, but she got the message clear enough and soon had the foil packet in her hand.

He was touching her, and it felt nice enough, she supposed, but she was the sort who was all sorts of into the main event. Not a girl for a great deal of foreplay, apparently, especially not when it had been so long since she'd last been with a man. Ripping the packet open with her teeth, she took the rubber sheath out and reached for him, meaning to put it on him already.

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[info]mercysgarage
2009-03-24 12:06 am UTC (link)
Trudging through the Labyrinth with Faith was becoming a huge joke, even with the things the self proclaimed king had tossed at them they managed to overcome their opponents with out breaking so much as a sweat, or even a nail. Mercy slowly stalked around the next corner taking it a little easy, their last kill had shortened her breath a little. Suddenly the dark haired Native felt a queasy burning urge creeping up through her stomach and into her throat, it felt like she was being strangled by her own stomach bile, she tired her best to keep it down but it was no good, but as soon as she leaned over to let the acid escape her lips she felt herself being pulled out of her conscious mind and connecting with the dirt she stood upon.

”Damn dark magic.” Was the last thing she thought before closing her eyes, resting for what seemed like forever before finally letting them flutter open again. Mercy felt a throning in her head to which she rubbed with a few fingers, massaging both her head as well as her ego. For the most part she was immune to magic but illusions were something else she had no control over. Swearing to herself she sat up and realized her surroundings were changed, and something else was also different there was a strange garment strung over her muscular frame, covering her naked tattooed skin. “What the?” She spoke to the air, standing then taking a turning glance around the strange little room she was in that mostly resembled a janitors closet.

Another rub to the head she noticed a table against one of the walls, on this table was a mask and a small note attached to it. Mercy picked up the note and read aloud. “Wear me!” Seeing this she couldn't help but laugh, this all was some kind of huge joke and she and the others were apparently the but of it.
She weighed her options for a few moments then let out a caving in sigh. “Can't beat em, dance with em.” The woman shrugged putting on the mask then made her way through the door into the other room. She caught a glance of herself in a hallway mirror and couldn't help but laugh at the hilarious dress she had been shoved in against her will. It was a good thing she had a great sense of humor or this could be a very awkward party coming to a dismal end.


Once in the room with the others she took a long look around for the woman she had been solving the excuse for a puzzle with, she saw no one at first and was saddened by this a little, Mercy had become oddly attached to the the other naked woman. She navigated through a few people then stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the woman who was known as a Slayer. “Oh my god Faith!” She called coming in ear rage of the other woman. “You look like a Pepto bottle had a fight with Barbie's dream car and both lost horribly.” She couldn't help but let out an almost snorting laugh losing her control completely at the sight before her eyes. “I-I'm sorry Mr. Pink...” She sputtered between belly laughs, the kind that were just down right contagious. “This is just too much!” Mercy had a grin on her face and watched the already deep chocolate eyes of the other woman darken even further. “Looks good on you Tink!”

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[info]dark_slayer
2009-03-24 12:34 am UTC (link)
The woman swore again as she glanced around. No one she knew, ugh. How could this be any worse? Trapped in a hideous dress, which, yeah, no, wasn't coming off. She plucked at it but it just stretched and then fitted to her slender body once more. She felt like a reject from a Mattel factory, actually.

Maybe she should go find this Jareth person. That might be the best option, actually. Find him, maybe stake him. That could be fun. But just as she was looking around for him, someone else caught her eye. At first, she barely recognized the pretty Native woman with clothing on. They'd been together for days now, most of that time spent naked, after all.

But her eyes widened, and a sparkle came into them as she recognized her friend. She smirked, taking in the other woman's ensemble, and then shook her head. "Like you have room to talk, Pocahontas?" She raised an eyebrow, but thought that the other woman actually did sort of suit the look that had been chosen for her. Not like Faith, who told herself she was disgusted with the whole thing.

"Holy shit, girl, it's good to see you!" For once, Faith was being completely sincere. "Damn, this place is the weirdest fucking head trip ever. No shit, I was just hanging out and this damn bubble came and took me here. I'm feeling kinda slay-ey on the Sparkly King dude, wanna help me hurt him?"

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[info]mercysgarage
2009-03-24 08:54 am UTC (link)
Mercy was starting to welcome the change of scenery from the strange maze they were trapped in though by the looks of things here there still may be some people she'd like to “slay” due to the bizarre costumes in the odd ballroom. Looking over Faith she was appreciative that the silly dress the woman was wearing showed off her legs, for some reason she missed the other woman's naked form before her eyes, for right now she felt as if she were blinded by the hot pink fabric. There was a smirk on her face as she neared the other woman taking up the space at her side.

“Well I guess it could be worse for us both, we could be dressed as over sized pre-teens looking like a whole lot of jail bate, that's wrong on so many levels.” She laughed then slung an arm around Faith giving her a squeeze. Once again Mercy's nostrils were filled with the sweet sent of the Slayer, parts of her wanted to just reach out with her tongue and lick the woman all over. Shutting her eyes she pushed down the strange urges she was having and just kept a grin on her face, she did however show a wild flair in her eyes that suggested her thoughts.

“Yeah I think you're right, I'd like to get my paws on king no taste and while we are here we might as well make good on it and go hunting. If he thinks he can just take us out of the Labyrinth and have us suddenly stop with the game, he's dead wrong.” The tone of her voice had changed to a more stern one she had it in for the King as much as anyone did. “Besides I we need to really question his manhood as he likes to dress people up like medieval dolls for entertainment value.” She laughed not really taking her eyes off the Slayer. "You can play fearless leader this time babe."

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[info]dark_slayer
2009-03-24 01:22 pm UTC (link)
Faith glanced around and shook her head. "I'm no expert in this crap, but there is nothing even remembling making sense as far as costumes go." Her own looked a bit like a prom dress, Mercy's like something out of a horrible cartoon about Pocahontas, and there was all sorts of things in between. She smirked slightly, her attention going back to Mercy.

"It's all so retarded, I swear." But she wasn't unhappy to be here, actually. She disliked being kidnapped by a bubble, of course, but whatever. It was nice to have a break from the Labyrinth. "I wonder if we'll get zapped back to the same place?" She didn't want to start over, that was for sure. She thought she could handle anything else, but having to start over again? No.

She noticed the sudden look in Mercy's eyes, and glanced around to see what the girl was looking at. With a look of that intensity, it must be a seriously yummy man, she figured. But she must have read it wrong, because Mercy seemed to be looking at her. She shrugged it off and giggled softly, amused by the tone of the other woman's voice.

"Oh, I know, right? Stupid David Bowie wannabe." She glanced at him one more time and shrugged. "I dunno, it would kinda ruin the party if I killed him, right?"

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[info]grangerdanger
2009-03-25 06:05 pm UTC (link)
Hermione slipped away from Tonks and Caspian for a few minutes to get herself a drink and on the way back she spotted two very strangely dressed woman one looking like she was caught in a pink explosion and the other was some sort of poccohantis reject and something evil clicked in her young mind maybe it would be fun to have them dance together since they clearly looked ridiculous and both looked irate so maybe that would make them laugh and have some fun.

She walked close enough that they where in range of her wand, she discreetly drew her wand from were it was hiding in her dress just in case she needed it and pointed it at them as the had their backs turned. She never even had to say the incantation out loud either since she was so good at non-verbal spell casting now; she thought the words instead of saying them out loud and risking getting caught and watched very amused as the two woman began to be magically drawn to each other and started a slow waltz

Hermione Giggled as she watched her bit if evilness very much enjoying herself. She watched the two dance until she could not handle it anymore so she quickly and quietly vanished back into the crowd before the two could fine out who was behind what just happened between them.

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[info]mercysgarage
2009-03-25 06:55 pm UTC (link)
Mercy shook her head her guess about the things that were going on here ball or not were as good as The Slayers. "I know and I'm so not usually dances with bad taste, this pretty much sucks." At least in this whole mess she had Faith around to keep her company, she wasn't sure what she would do on her own.

"Man I'd rather be back in the Labyrinth getting more of a work out then here in doge, maybe after we grease the King guy we can find a way out of here." She shrugged leaning against the wall near Faith.

Suddenly Mercy moved and put her hand on Faith's waist, she then pulled the woman off the wall and took the other's hand in hers. "..What..the..hell?" She gave Faith a confused look. "I'm not doing this!" She said confused as she twirled Faith in step with the music starting this strange old fashion waltz but added a dip before pulling the Slayer back up into her arms snugly.

"You've got to be kidding me, I can't stop!!" She had a serious worried look on her face blinking at the other woman as their bodies started to dance around the room smoothly.

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[info]dark_slayer
2009-03-25 10:29 pm UTC (link)
The hairs on the back of Faith's neck rose, but that was all the warning she had. In truth, she didn't think much of it. Why would she? Probably just a weird little breeze. So she shrugged it off, and just kept chilling with the other dark-haired woman. "Dances with Bad Taste, I love it. At least you don't look like Prom Barbie."

She nodded and leaned against the wall in turn. "I hear ya on that. This whole thing is a major drag--" Her voice was cut off as the other woman took her hand and waist, blinking slightly. "...Mercy? What the fuck you doing?" But at the same time, one hand was gathering up the skirts of her very pink dress, and the other was resting on Mercy's slender shoulder.

It wasn't like Faith wouldn't dance with another woman, because she would, if she wanted to be silly. But this wasn't something she had told herself to do. It felt sort of like watching it on TV, only she was still stuck in her own body. Her eyes widened as her body gracefully glided through the waltz, a dance which she wasn't exactly up on.

"Jesus fucking Buddha, what the motherfucking hell?" Never one to keep her language pure and pristine, she was in fine form. To make it even worse, her head rested on Mercy's shoulder as they continued to dance. Mercy smelled nice...

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[info]mercysgarage
2009-03-26 06:23 pm UTC (link)
“As long as Prom Barbie doesn't go all Carrie on my tail then, I think we're how you say, five by five?” Mercy smirked and let out a light laugh, she was certain now about the Slayer that they had formed a great base friendship. It was still strange but a good feeling. It meant a lot when she was able to let down her guard around someone and just chill, so in the mess of the craziness that was going on around them parts of her were able to remain at a level of calm.

Dancing, this was something she hadn't done in years, and never with a female. Quickly Mercy started to feel like she was a puppet in some ridiculous show. “Oh this is it, the eighties king is going down for sure.” Her eyes narrowed and her upper lip curled in a growl. “I'm immune to most magics..though this feels a little too lame for his tastes unless he's a big a baby we think he is.” She grunted as they twirled out a path around the large room trying hard not to bang into anyone along their way.

There was a strange popping noise and out of the smoke of nowhere a large fish like monster was directly in their path but neither woman was able to do a thing about it. “Oh holy fucking shit!!” Mercy yelled but all she could do was keep a steady hold on Faith and dance out of the monsters way. As soon as the thing had came Jareth had taken care of it and the monster was gone. “What in the world was that?” Mercy had a look of deep shock on her face. “I don't think this place can get any stranger.” Despite herself Mercy laughed, she also realized she liked Faith being cuddled into her neck...

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[info]dark_slayer
2009-03-26 10:20 pm UTC (link)
The dark-haired girl grinned, amused by the way Mercy said the words she usually said. "Yeah, for real. Carrie ain't my bag, though, so no worries. I go psycho in a much more interesting way..." She laughed, even as she was swept around the dance floor, struggling to free herself from the grasp of the spell. It was pointless, but she wasn't really one to give up. It irritated her to not be able to control her own movements.

But the dance kept sweeping them along, and Faith was pretty sure she'd never done a dance like this in her entire life, nor had she wanted to. Well... at least not for a long time, since she was still a little girl, dreaming in the way all little girls do. But this, wasn't something she would have wanted, even when she was a child. Long story short, she wasn't digging it.

Only, part of her was, just as part of her liked the pretty pink dress she wore. Her head against Mercy's shoulders, her lips against the other woman's neck, felt strangely nice to her. She couldn't understand it. Mercy was a girl. But she did manage to yank her head up to eye the monster that appeared, her body twitching as she tried to take control of it to go fight. It was, after all, sort of her job description.

Maybe the adreneline did it's job, because she slowly found herself able to make her body her own again. She twitched out of Mercy's arms, started running towards the thing, and... it disappeared. However, now that she was free, some of her actions were haunting her. Or, rather, her reaction to some of her responses.

"Hey, I'll catch you later, okay?" She refused to meet the other girls eyes, not wanting to see judgement there, not wanting to think about what all this meant. "Gotta jet, you know how it is, ciao!" And she was off, into the crowd once more, running once more. Always running...

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[info]mercysgarage
2009-03-26 11:55 pm UTC (link)
A strange warm pleasant feeling washed over her as their pace slowed down again and they steeled into a different sort of dace which was far more intimate and a lot more of their own time. She was realized that the danger was gone and the woman in her arms was safe, she knew Faith could hold her own but it was still good to know.

Mercy grinned and laughed at Faith actually enjoying the moment between them, for some reason she was urged to place a small kiss upon the cheek that was nuzzled into her neck, so that's exactly what she did, soft full lips against her warm cheek.

What the hell? Why do I care so much about this woman? She is a woman. She questioned, playing with the strange thoughts in her mind, she never quite caught on to the idea that possibly her Coyote was the part of her who had been protective over Faith and wanted to mate with her, no that was far from her mind.

Before she could blink Faith was taking off, leaving her there in a crowd of unknown faces. She could move her own body now but for the life of her she couldn't budge from the spot she was in, instead she just felt her heart sink and smash against the floor. "Faith.." She whispered into the air.

Mercy closed her eyes took a breath then went off for a drink, it was something she really needed right now even if normally she didn't. Hopefully all would be forgotten about once they returned to the Labyrinth and they could get back to the hunt.

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