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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]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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