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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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wants_more
2009-04-02 02:54 am UTC (link)

She had told him. She had warned Louis, and still he had shunned her. The look on his face, of disgust, so cold as he had told her to go to her own coffin…how could he! Claudia had told him! And now, what was she to do? She couldn’t survive on her own, not without her Louis, her love…she’d die of grief! Surely, even a vampire could die of a broken heart, as that was certainly what was happening to her.

Tears of blood poured from her and she sobbed, devastated, not caring who heard her or even if they heard her at all. All that mattered was her Louis. Never had he treated her this way, never had he said such thing…how could he? What had she done? Killing Lestat was not worth losing Louis by any measure of her imagination. And how, how could she get him back? Lestat was dead! If she could return that breath to his body as he had once done for her oh she would, she would, if only to have back Louis!

But there would be no hope for little Claudia to gain Louis back, for someone had taken an interest in the girl, and, oblivious to anything except her own misery, she was swept into a completely different world. Music was suddenly in her ears, bright, beautiful music, but she paid it no mind. There were chuckles and giggles, the light sound of dancing feet, and all around her skirts swished and jackets rustled.

There were scents of humans, many humans, and others, some extraordinary blends of what would seem human, but was somehow richer, foreign, and there were some that were not human at all, and barely recognizable as blood. There were slightly familiar scents, too, those, perhaps, of vampires. But she gave it none of her attention. Nothing would bring her out of her reverie, her distant weeping, removed from her surroundings as night is from day. Nothing except perhaps the sound of her beloved’s sweet voice, and that was a sound that she would hear no longer.

To any onlooker, this would be quite the sight. Kneeling on the floor of the ball room, in the very center, – a spectacle that perhaps would have shocked others, others that were not so immune to shock – there was a little girl entirely in white, from her expensive Victorian dress to her perfect little slippers. Her curls were doll-like and her skin white, like china. She could have quite easily fit in with all the masquers around her.

That is, if she wasn’t soaked in blood, red stains on her dress and shoes, in her curls, even streaked down her face, perhaps by the tears that came so readily. They were that of someone in grief, who didn’t intend to cry, but was so pained that they hadn’t any control over their cries. It was both a beautiful and terrible sight to besee, the ghost child in grief. And she could have been a ghost child, surely, for her look was pale enough and her sobs haunting enough.

But those golden, perfect curls, slightly mussed from the hands that covered her face and caught her tears, shimmered all too brightly, with a life that no spirit of the dead could possess. She was no older than five. One could have guessed, perhaps, that she had seen death, even murder recently, but no sane being would think that this poor little girl was in fact, the murderer.

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dark_slayer
2009-04-02 03:24 am UTC (link)

Alright, so Faith was having a weird night already, and that was putting it mildly. Being forced to dance with a chick, man, how was she going to look Mercy in the eyes again? Those were her thoughts as she made her way from the bathroom, where she'd had a brief but highly satisfactory roll in the hay. Well, metaphorically speaking. There hadn't been any hay, it had just been sex, fun enough, and novel because of the telepath aspect. But she was feeling a little guilty about the whole thing, which was weird. Why would she feel...

She sighed as she fixed the horrid dress, straightened the skirt. She wanted to go to bed. It was early, usually she'd be at the party for ages longer, but whatever. She wanted sleep. Or at least to be away from this music, which was sickeningly sweet enough to make her want to puke. Out of here, that's all she wanted, so she set her sights on the door and waded through people, without much care for who she was pushing aside.

The dark-haired vampire Slayer probably would have never noticed the child, seeing as how she was really quite preoccupied with her own thoughts. However, she happened to be walking directly to where the pale child arrived. A kid. Great. They were letting kids in, now. Perfect. Well, someone else could play babysitter, thank you very much. For all that the sex had been fun, she was in a bad mood. She wasn't the best at showing people around normally, let alone when she was grumpy.

Kids. What were they running, a boarding school. Please... wait. Was that blood? Yeah, the doll-like child was covered in red. What if... she swore loudly to herself in a way that was odd, considering her fluffy pink dress, and picked up the skirts. Kid was one thing. Bleeding kid, totally another. She sprinted over to the blonde little girl, and knelt down in front of her.

"Hey, what the hell..." She paused and shook her head. She wasn't great with kids. But she tried again. "Are you okay?" Which was lame. Obviously, she wasn't. Faith tore off a strip of her dress and did her best to clean the little girl up. She needed to see if any of that blood was hers. The crying, now that she was closer, like she was exhausted but didn't know how to do anything else but cry... even Faith was touched.

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wants_more
2009-04-21 05:14 am UTC (link)

Claudia would barely have noticed the woman if Faith hadn't touched her. When the warm hands of the slayer began to clean at the blood on her, she glanced up, streaks of blood over her face. "Louis..." Her voice was almost heartbreaking in it's emotion, silvery and that of the youngest, sweetest child. It was the voice of an angel, and a grief-stricken one. She only then realized that the woman had spoken in English and not French. With a sweet accent, she asked, "Where am I? Who are you?" Why...how had she gotten here?

She was in a ballroom, that much was obvious, and there were many mortals dancing around her, and she sensed a vampire or two as well...vampires! Not the scent of her dearest Louis, or Lestat, but clearly...she only let her eyes wander for a moment longer before looking back to this woman. If she was under her spell, she would use her until she found Louis or another to take care of her. Her eyes welled again and she looked on the verge of going back into tears. "I need my Papa!"

She was covered in blood...but she could use that as a story. Her Papa was dead. That would work, and she wouldn't have to answer questions about it. Besides, it was true, in a way. She needed to find the other vampires here, too. Still in shock, but calculating quickly and acting with more skill than anyone in a six year old's body should have, she looked up at Faith in desperation, complete trust in her eyes.

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