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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
2009-04-14 03:15 pm UTC (link)

Yuna had a natural sort of grace, which was a good thing. Otherwise, it would have pretty much been hopeless for her to learn this dance that she'd never seen before, that she had no frame of reference for. So, as he started to lead, she naturally fell into step with him, allowing him to control the dance.

As the music progressed, and she got more confident in the simple dance, she stopped concentrating so hard on what she was doing and focused more on him. His question caught her by surprise, and she hesitated for a long moment before shaking her head. Her eyes looked a bit sad for a moment.

"Summoners... only dance for the Sending."

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severelyseverus
2009-04-14 11:44 pm UTC (link)

Snape found the dance a rather enjoyable exertion, and had no complaints about the company. Less than none, actually. Yuna was a natural dancer. All of her movements were not only in perfect time, but they complimented and enhanced his own in a fitting synergy. It was truly elevating, and Snape found himself wanting already that they should find another opportunity to do this. He was, therefore, slightly worried when his comment, which had been intended as pleasant conversation, evoked a fleeting expression of sadness.

"The Sending? And what is that? A cultural event?" A light went on. "A ritual of farewell?"

As a wizard, Snape was very familiar with ritual. A wizard used rituals for many purposes, both happy and sad, and once the sequence of gestures and words had been begun, it was very dangerous to interrupt it, no matter how unpleasant. Perhaps being a Summoner was not so different from being a witch.

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lady_summoner
2009-04-15 06:00 pm UTC (link)

Yuna stopped dancing, her eyes shining briefly with grief, though she didn't cry, didn't even really tear up. But there was definitely emotion there. He looked up at him, her face half obscured by the mask, and slowly nodded. "The Sending... it frees the spirits of the dead to go to the Farplane, and not become fiends."

She sighed softly, closing her eyes. "Only a Summoner can do this, Send the spirits on. If we don't, then more become fiends, more innocents die, and on it goes until there's no one left."

With a slight incline of her head, she stepped away from the Potions Master. "Forgive me, Professor. It is late. I feel I should go. Thank you for the dance."

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severelyseverus
2009-04-15 11:31 pm UTC (link)

Snape stopped dancing when Yuna did, respecting her emotional needs. She was clearly moved to grief by this topic, and he briefly wondered if it had been too callous of him to ask about it. Truth be told, however, he was fascinated by her explanation, containing, as it did, so many other fascinating and unexplained concepts. Her Sending was definitely a ritual, and clearly a significant one in her spiritual culture. Yuna was clearly an important person where she came from. How different to the old days in Britain, before the separation, when the village wizard was the object of fear and hatred.

Snape didn't even notice that he still held the girl in the dance hold until she stepped away from him. Nodding, he indicated his acquiescence to her gesture of intended departure.

"You are most welcome, Yuna. I enjoyed it very much. I wish you a good night. May we meet again."

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