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

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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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lady_summoner
2009-03-24 10:51 pm UTC (link)

Yuna had been at the ball for quite awhile. No bubble had had to come take her, she'd been more than eager to walk in herself. This was, after all, an opportunity being presented to her on a silver platter. Through the evening, she simply observed. But not the crowds of people swirling around her. No, her mismatched eyes were firmly on the regal, seated Jareth.

She was completely negligent of her finery. After all, Seymour had dressed her up when he'd meant to force her to marry him. Clothing meant nothing. Though she wore a formal kimono and
mask that would have cost more money than she would ever spend on clothing, it meant nothing to her. All that mattered was the war going on behind those mismatched eyes, the judgement that was happening.

It appeared that Jareth came up wanting. Suddenly, from the corner where she'd been hiding for hours, the brunette summoner stepped out. Quietly, gracefully, she made her way to the front of the room, to where Jareth sat. Her staff was firmly in one hand, and she faced him down boldly.

"If you won't let us go home, I... I'll have to make you." Her voice was quiet, but determined. Here, at last, was the enemy she could fight, or so she thought. Resolutely, she began to spin her staff. Though her opponant didn't look like much, neither had Seymour. She would use her most fearsome Aeon on him. A deafening scream filled the room, and out of the ground rose a terrifying spectre -- the Aeon of Pain, Anima.

"Let us go home, King Jareth, or I will loose Anima on you! I don't want to, but I will!" But the king laughed, looked at the Aeon in obvious amusement, and then deliberately looked away. Jaw set, Yuna pointed, and Anima attacked. Bolts of dark energy shot forth from the fearsome, horrific chained Aeon, and... crashed into the wall behind Jareth.

The Summoner shook her head in denial. How could this happen? Anima's painful attack should have been able to hit anything and hurt it at least a little...

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severelyseverus
2009-03-24 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Snape had not, to this point, done much of anything to draw attention to himself at the ball. He had neither danced, nor conversed, nor drank punch, and was having trouble understanding how anyone else there could do any one of those things. Most of his time, so far, had been spent either rolling his eyes or wondering how soon he could leave.

He had scoffed at the invitation when he had read it originally, and had wasted none of his time on selecting a costume or finding a partner. When the time for the masquerade had arrived, he had chosen to skip the event, and remained in his room. Once the crystal ball had hovered into his personal space, however, he had recognized it for what it was and knew that he had no choice. Rather than face the indignity and embarrassment of being dragged off to the palace by goblins, he had allowed the ball to ensnare him, and had appeared in the ballroom dressed in a sombre yet somehow elaborate garment, and a black and ornate mask designed to resemble a bird of some-kind.

His silent paroxysms of exasperation came suddenly to an end, however, when Yuna stepped forward and summoned Anima. On Mirage, when he had first met her, she had had an aeon with her, a bird-like creature, but this new monster dwarfed the previous beast in both stature and power. Standing near the dais, Snape was close enough to see that Yuna's aeon's powerful blasts did nothing to damage the king. Suddenly, he was very concerned. Yuna had taken her shot. Now it was Jareth's turn.

Rushing unexpectedly forward, Snape charged at Yuna, grabbing her as he passed, and pulling her to the ground, out of the way of any vengeful bolts from the direction of the Goblin King. Even as he fell, his arm was out, his wand extended, and a great shield of magic came into being around them.