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

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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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princegreenleaf
2009-04-02 01:07 am UTC (link)

"I know many. I would be delighted to tell you as many as you wish. Indeed, you may find that it is impossible to stop me, once I get started!" Which was true. He'd spent many nights singing, sitting around the campfire. Sometimes Aragorn joined in, but more often, it was just the elf. And occasionaly the dwarf, who would spend hours complaining about it. But to find an audience that was so willing to listen, that was something else, and he realized that she was becoming more enchanting to him all the time.

She picked it up quickly. She couldn't know, and he wouldn't tell her, how rare it was for a human to learn these dances. He would have thought it impossible, but she had a natural grace about her that made the dance more beautiful than it already was. He smiled, and then reached forward to pull her close. Suddenly, he picked her up with his hands on her waist and twirled her around. When he set her down, he bowed to her. The dance was complete.

"Yes, like that. The dance tells a story. I think I spoke to you of this story before. The elven princess and the human who loved her, and the trials they had to endure before he could claim her hand." He'd never understood the story, though he'd faithfully learned it. It was romantic, but seemed a bit of a dream to him. But then... he smiled thoughtfully at the redheaded girl. Some humans were remarkable, that much was clear.

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