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Severus Snape (severelyseverus) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-02 20:38:00

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complete, day 31, dean winchester, group activity, jareth, michiru kaioh, severus snape

Group Activity - Bowling!
WHO: Jareth, Severus Snape, Dean Winchester, Michiru Kaioh (posting order TBD)
WHAT: Group Activity - Bowling
WHEN: Morning of Day 31
WHERE: The Bowling Alley
RATING: PG?
STATUS: Incomplete

When Snape heard the sound outside his door, his mood sank and he fought off an urge to fling the closest beaker against the far wall. He recognized well the scuffling sound of golem feet, the thump of a note being stuck to his door, and the subtle sound of his teeth grinding. Group activities. He hated them. He still remembered the painful nightmare of being forced to pick grapes and crush them between his toes. He also remembered, however, how useless it had been to resist, how he had been dragged kicking and screaming like a child to the vineyard. Opting out was not an option.

Going to the door to collect his "invitation", he shuddered anew when he read that he was to go bowling. Though he was not an avid player of recreational games, he was familiar with the game of boules and understood bowling to be a muggle adaptation of it. Furthermore, his walks through the common building had resulted in his awareness of the existence of a facility there designed for the accommodation of the pastime. Throwing on the clothes he had taken off the night before, he summoned a pumpkin pasty and headed for the main lodge. Best to get this nonsense over with.

The bowling alley, an odd room if he had ever seen one, was empty of other participants when he arrived. As he looked over the layout of the lanes and gutters, an attending golem handed him a pair of ugly muggle shoes and pointed to a bench. Snape assumed he was meant to wait for the others.

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-02 11:05 pm UTC (link)

Jareth had been relatively delighted when he'd learned he could make his room look as he wish. There was no question in his mind what that would be. A quick illusion was all it took, and the room looked exactly as if it housed his labyrinth. It shouldn't have been possible, not given the size of the room he was given, but in this case his illusions worked together with Mirage. Of course, little of it had substance, but Jareth wasn't too worried about that. It looked like home, that was enough.

His good mood, however, had pretty much died down to nothing as he'd heard the noise outside his room. Of course, he went to investiage immediately. How dare someone intrude on him like this? And his feelings weren't exactly soothed by being ordered, yes, ordered, to present himself. He sneered disdainfully, and went about his business. No one, but no one, ordered Jareth the Goblin King around.

The golem caught up with him not long after. His shriek of outrage was ignored, as he was picked up and flung over the things shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Kicking and flailing might be beneath his dignity, but no one treated him like this. It did nothing, and the illusions he created were useless as well. Many fearsome monsters appeared to attack the stone creature, but it impassively ignored all of them.

After only a short time, he was deposited in a very strange place. A bowling alley, yes, he'd been here before. Not this exact one, but while pretending to be human one had to try these things. He sneered and glanced around, deliberately straightening his rather elaborate clothing. He had no use for this game, but when he turned to leave, the golem blocked his way.

"Fine." He muttered under his breath while accepting with great reluctance the shoes he was handed. His eyes fell on a strange, dark-haired man, and his sneer returned. "I suppose you are a part of this plot, then? Or an innocent victim? Well, which is it?" He spoke imperiously, demanding a response and expecting to get one."

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seawinds
2009-02-03 06:01 am UTC (link)

Michiru received the note on her door with a sigh. Another one of these? She favored the golem who'd delivered it with a withering look that sadly had no effect on the creature. It continued to stand there, waiting. She checked the time listed on the note and sighed again.

"I'm comming" she said, and closed the door. "Looks like it's my turn today" she commented to Haruka, tossing the note at the blond. Without waiting for a response, she entered the closet to find a better outfit for the morning's activity.

As she had hoped, Michiru was neither the first or the last to arrive at the bowling ally. She recognized the dark-haired man from that unfortunate kidnapping... incident. The other gentleman she didn't recognize, but she heard the end of his rather imperious comment. She stifled a small smile. He must be new, with that kind of arrogance.

"Oh we are innocent victims" she said, sardonically as she walked over to the two men. She accepted a pair of shoes from a golem with a nod of thanks, and then bowed to the others. "And good morning to you both as well"

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hellsboy
2009-02-04 03:35 pm UTC (link)

Dean had either escaped or not been summoned to group activities before. The golem stood serenely outside Dean's door with the invitation which Dean glanced momentarily at and then shut the door without accepting it. "Yeah right, bowling?" he grumbled and flung himself back into bed. He had been having a dream. Oh it had been a wonderful dream and if he relaxed just right he could drift back -

Another knock. Dean flung himself at the door this time. Rubbing his bare chest absently, he glared at the golem who appeared to have gained an air of malevolence now. Dean had heard of golems forcibly bringing residents to group activities. He briefly considered letting the thing try, but he remembered the race in the pool yesterday with Michiru and how nothing was ever what it seemed here.

"Alright, fine." He reached for a t-shirt, the one with the AC/DC logo, and put it on along the way to the bowling alley.

Once inside, the smell of used shoes and whatever they used to lubricate he hydraulics of the ball return made him grimace. He nodded to the two men and then paused when he saw Michiru. Respectfully he bowed slightly to her before flopping into a seat.

"There'd better be beer. That's all I can say."

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severelyseverus
2009-02-05 10:42 pm UTC (link)

Snape watched as three others trickled in. Of the three, the only one he knew was the green-haired girl. They had been imprisoned together, as he recalled. He bristled to remember that he had been no more effective at achieving their freedom than she had. The others were men, one a plain muggle and the other an elaborately-dressed wizard, if Snape wasn't mistaken. The wizard confronted him rudely.

"I am most certainly not a part of this ridiculous plot! I am just as much a victim as you. It is they who are to blame," Snape pointed at an attending golem, "or this confounded planet. It likes to play with us, you see. I don't know how much power you think you had where you came from, but you will find you are a mere pawn of your environment here."

Snape nodded curtly to Michiru, acknowledging at least her conformity to a rule of manners. To the other man he gaze a very cursory acknowledging gaze before turning back to confront their lithic minder.

"Well, let's get on with it! If you have brought us here to play boules, let us onto the alley!" The golem stood in his way. "And what do you expect us to do with this hideous footwear? Surely, you do not want me to put it on my feet!"

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-05 10:54 pm UTC (link)

Jareth turned as each new arrival walked in, and his reaction to each differed vastly. The dark-haired man who radiated a strange power got a sneer and then Jareth deliberately turned his back on him. His comments, he figured, were beneath his notice. The other male he treated much the same way.

However, when the girl with the oddly colored hair walked in, his eyes narrowed calculatingly. Not only did she radiate a strange power, but she was quite lovely. Of course, that only made him marginally more polite to her, insofar as he actually slightly inclined his head to her.

The shoes he held distastefully, with his nose wrinkled slightly. "You can't possibly be serious. I am a King, I will not put such things on my feet." He sneered at the golem and tossed his shoulder length hair back. "I am Jareth, King of the Goblins, and you will stop this foolishness right now!"

But the creature seemed completely unimpressed, and Jareth shook his head. He dropped his shoes on the ground and stepped away from them. "I won't do it. It's that simple."

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seawinds
2009-02-06 06:58 am UTC (link)

Michiru flashed Dean a quick smile as he entered and returned his bow. The imperious comments from the other two men drew a resigned sigh. She sat down carefully in one of the standard issue plastic chairs, noticing that the Planet had even remembered to replicate the cracks and chipped paint common to every bowling ally she'd ever been to. Which wasn't many, but it was a common enough activity amongst her school mates that she'd been once or twice.

She placed the shoes on the floor and slipped her feet into them, bending over to do up the laces. "You have to wear them or the golem's not going to let you pass." She commented, straightening. She could understand their reluctance however. The shoes clashed horribly with her outfit, and she'd tried to find something that wouldn't look too bad. She stood, and favored the man protesting that he was a King with a charming smile. "I'm sure you are" she said sincearly. "And I may be a Princess of Neptune, but the golems still won't let us scratch up the floors."

With that, she turned and walked down the short steps to the ally. The golem let her pass, and she began sorting through the available balls to find one of the proper weight.

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hellsboy
2009-02-07 09:32 am UTC (link)

Dean watched the antics of the other two men with obvious amusement. He chuckled as they preened and held their head high with airs of importance. He wasn't too keen on wearing the stupid bowling shoes, but he was definitely going to put them on so that he could sit back and watch the two duke it out over who's wand was the longest.

He smiled as he tied his laces, listening to Michiru's sweet voice explain the way things worked and he wondered how much restraint she must practice and how much was natural. He had decided that he liked her yesterday when she'd beaten him, but the others were simply entertainment for him at this point. He was going to make the most of it -- he wasn't much for restraint.

"Come on you two," he said to Jareth and Severus. "Princess tea party is over. Let's get to the game before you realize you two really do love each other and decide to start a family."

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severelyseverus
2009-02-08 10:53 pm UTC (link)

Snape rolled his eyes when Michiru put on her shoes and patronizingly explained the inevitability of the situation; he glared fiercely at Dean, when he accused them of being secret principessal lovers; but he quickly made a show of putting on the hideous shoes and striding onto the alley floor once he saw Jareth make his stand. Something about the petulant way the self-proclaimed Goblin King refused the immovable will of the planet and its golems helped Snape see just how ridiculous his behaviour had been. He sneered at Jareth as the golem let him pass.

Moving to the alley that had clearly been designated for this day's activity, Snape examined the extensive muggle gadgetry that had been installed to compensate for the lack of magical means. There was a trough containing large black balls, a long wooden surface to take the place of the usual grass lawn, and a series of pins at the end. Snape realized this was not exactly boules. The goal here must be to knock down pins in some combination. Surely it couldn't be as simple as just knocking them all down...

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-09 10:08 pm UTC (link)

"A Princess..." He looked at her thoughtfully, wondering if she were being completely serious. But she didn't seem the type to exactly say things that weren't true, at least not in the tone she'd used. He was forced to believe her. "Well, if a Princess from a planet like Neptune can wear these, I suppose I can bow to the indignity."

He sat down and put his feet into the shoes with an expression of distaste. His stated reason was just one of many why he had actually just decided to do it. There was the fact that his illusions were useless on the golems, as he'd already found out. There was the fact that he fully believed he would be trapped in this place forever if he didn't. And then, there was the fact that he wouldn't allow this strange dark-haired wizard, or the other boy, to beat him at something. Even something like putting bowling shoes on.

With an imperious look at the golem, he moved past the creature and toward the alley. "Are we to pick teams, or bowl on our own?" If there was a team to be picked, he decided, he was going to try to get Michiru on his. She was pretty and she knew how to bowl, that was enough reason for him.

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seawinds
2009-02-10 12:36 pm UTC (link)

Michiru had found a ball of decent weight almost immediately. She suspected the Planet's influence, which annoyed her. She didn't like the idea of it rooting around in her head. But, what was done was done, and there was little point in fussing about it. She carried the ball over to the small desk, noting with satisfaction that it was one of the higher tech ones. There was a screen above the desk that would show their scores, and a keyboard to enter their names. She set the ball in the chair and quickly set things up for four people and typed in her name.

"Perhaps you all would like to input your names?" she asked, picking up her ball again. "After all, the sooner we get started..."

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hellsboy
2009-02-12 12:09 pm UTC (link)

Dean hopped up from his seat and peered over Michiru's shoulder at the screen. Then he glanced over his shoulder at the other two men. "Do either of you care about the order? Because if not, I always go last."

And he proceeded to poke the buttons on the console to put his name into the system as the 4th player. Then, leering tauntingly at the golem who had impeded their progress toward the bowling alleys, he brushed by it to find himself a ball. This was getting to be a little too ceremonious for his tastes. He really needed a drink if this was going to happen.

"Think we could get a round of beers or something?" he asked the cosmos before flopping into his seat again after having plunked his ball
into the queue.

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-19 08:50 pm UTC (link)

Once the shoes were on his feet, he sighed and stood up. This was not his idea of a good time. He walked past the golem with a sneer and onto the wood floor. Once there, he gave the bowling balls a dirty look and then reached for one at random.

"Let's get this over with..." If he didn't know it wouldn't do any good, he would be seriously throwing all the illusions he could conjure at the golem, but unfortunately, they seemed to be immune. With another long-suffering sigh, he walked up to the keyboard and typed in his name.

"There. I'll go second. Now, let's get this travesty over with before I..." But he stopped before finishing the threat, because really, what could he even say?

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seawinds
2009-02-20 06:40 am UTC (link)

Michiru favored Jareth with a smile, polite, charming, and entirely false. His arrogance was equal parts amusing and annoying, and she was still trying to decide how to react. At least he was interesting. She thought about asking if he knew how to bowl, but decided it would be more fun to watch him figure it out on his own.

She stepped up to the lane and measured the distance. She took one step back, then three quick ones forward, releasing her ball down the lane. It rolled faster than she'd intended and curved at the very end, only knocking down six of the ten pins. She waited for her ball's return, and lined up her shot slower this time. The ball still curved at the end, to the left again, and she only managed to knock down another two pins.

"Ah well" she said, returning to the seats. She waved away a golem with a tray of beer and sat down. It was a bit early for drinks, and she'd never particularly enjoyed beer anyway. Not that she should have been drinking anything, but that hadn't stopped the Planet from serving her on more than one occasion.

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-20 09:31 pm UTC (link)

It was Jareth's turn, and he really had very little idea how to proceed. It didn't seem that hard, though, just aim the ball in the direction of the pins and sort of roll it towards them. Anyway, if these mortals could do it, surely he could as well. How hard could it be? So he walked with his ball up to the line and stood there, eying it from all angles.

Suddenly, he stopped and whirled around. "Where did that ugly black-haired man go?" He thought it supremely unfair that someone could have gotten out of this while he was still trapped. But wherever he was, the golem was still looking impassively at Jareth, so he supposed he'd better get this over with.

He set himself with a sort of arrogant flair that said this was far beneath him, and threw the ball. As was fairly predictable to anyone who remembered their first time, the ball rolled unerringly to the gutter while only halfway down the lane. He sneered and turned away, giving the golem who was trying to give him a drink, beer of all things, a dirty look.

"Your turn, mortal." He said to Dean, and went to sit down so he could hide his ugly shoes behind something.

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hellsboy
2009-02-20 09:45 pm UTC (link)

The tray of beer was passed before him by the golem and Dean was more than happy to accept one. Then thought better of it and took a second. For Michiru's sake, he told himself amusedly as she passed it up.

Dean winked at the dude with the gutter ball. He wasn't going to press his luck and tease the guy but the fact he'd just about dressed in spandex but he'd called Dean a "mortal" so that sort of made him fair game. Still he wouldn't say a word.

Taking a sip from the first bottle, Dean nonchallantly pulled himself to his feet and poked his fingers into the ball he'd chosen for himself. Then, with a teasing glance over his shoulder at Jareth, he spun the ball down the lane like he had a hundred times before. All in all he managed to knock 7 pins down before he parked his rear on the plastic seat and looked to Michiru for the next play.

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seawinds
2009-02-21 10:13 am UTC (link)

Michiru hadn't noticed that Snape was missing until Jareth mentioned it. That was supremely unfair.. Granted, she wasn't upset about this particular activity, but it didn't seem fair that someone could just up and disappear like that to get out of it. She glanced at the golems, but they were as expressionless as ever. Which meant the Planet didn't care about what had happened to Snape. Proof again this place was crazy.

Jarath's arrogance was rapidly crossing her mental line between amusing and annoying. His superiority complex was so obvious and so over the top, she was seriously wondering what he was compensating for.
"There's no point in being snarky" she commented calmly as she passed him on her way to retrieve her ball. She lined up her shot and released the ball down the lane, careful not to twist her wrist as she had been. She was rewarded with the ball slamming straight into the pins.

She turned on her heel and smiled at both men. "See, relaxing helps"

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-21 03:53 pm UTC (link)

Jareth affected supreme lack of interest in Dean's look and demeanor, but deep down he was wondering to himself if the boy would be vulnerable to his illusions. If so, he wondered if the golems would stop him, if he had no intent to actually kill him? It was an amusing way to pass the time, and he thought about exactly what he would bring out to play. Maybe he would just let the illusions pull that out of the man's brain, for though Jareth was no mind reader, his illusions did tend to take the form of whatever his victim wanted or hated. Often, he'd found, it was the same thing.

His oddly colored eyes, however, turned to Michiru as she spoke. Any normal person, he would have made a scathing comment to. But she was a princess, if she was to be believed. And that changed things if true, and he had no reason to disbelieve her. "Of course, Your Highness." His tone made the honorific ever-so-mocking, and the smile he gave her was unreadable.

Gracefully, the Goblin King went to fetch a ball with great ceremony this time. If he was forced to do this, he might as well show just how ridiculous he thought this all was. With a look back at Michiru and Dean, he made an elaborate show of setting himself up the way they had been. This time, he focused more on what he was doing, and the ball rolled down the lane in a much straighter pattern. It collided with two of the pins, knocking them down, and he smiled triumphantly. At least it hadn't gone into the gutter again. When his turn was over, he vacated the space. "How long does this game go for, anyway?"

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hellsboy
2009-02-21 04:37 pm UTC (link)

"You're right about that, darlin'," he said with a smile at Michiru. And because it was something he typically did if lyrics to a song fit the situation, he strummed the beat on his denimed knee and sang a bar of that wonderful Frank Goes to Hollywood number from the 80s. "Relax, don't do, when you want to go it it!"

Dean, obvlivious to the danger within the bizarre glam-rock "king," winked at Jareth as the dude finished knocking 2 pins down and began complaining about the length of the game. "Goes ten frames, my man. Think you can hang in there or are you afraid you'll break a nail?"

Standing, Dean reached for his ball and set up his shot. He kissed the ball and released it down the lane, turning around to swagger back to his seat before the pins had been struck. On the scoreboard above the lanes he saw a large, flashing X signalling that he'd managed to knock every pin down.

"And that is how it's done," he said smugly with a lavish bow to Jareth before reaching out to high-five Michiru.

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seawinds
2009-02-21 09:26 pm UTC (link)

Michiru's mouth twitched into an answering mocking smile at Jareth's tone. Ah, he thought he knew so much... Which in the end made him not so different from most men. Though a bit more annoyingly arrogant than most.

Dean's arrogance was more grounded, and less annoying. She returned his high five with a smile as she went to take her own turn. "Nice play" she said, tossing the comment over her shoulder with a toss of her hair. She might as well have a bit of flirting fun while here after all.

Her first shot wasn't great, but all told she managed to knock eight of the ten pins down. She sighed, with mock resignation. "Ah well, one can't be perfect all the time"

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-21 09:38 pm UTC (link)

As the rounds passed, he found himself sinking more and more into boredom. This was not at all what he wanted to be doing. He hadn't been here so long that he was willing to be taken away from the exploring he could be doing, and he attributed that in part to his companions. Unfair, certainly, but he was hardly worried about it.

On his turn, he approached. He was getting a little better as time went on, though not as good as the obnoxious people he was saddled with. He would avoid these two in the future. Either that or plague them with illusions. He wasn't sure if they were important enough for that.

Apparently, his annoyance gave him some skill, and he managed to knock down four of the pins. Of course... yes, that's what he would do. On his next turn. His face wasn't set now in a mocking expression, but an expectant one. Maybe he could have some fun with this after all...

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hellsboy
2009-02-21 09:58 pm UTC (link)

Since it was becoming increasingly more fun to tease the other man, Dean found himself cycling through ideas for pranks or jibes he could toss out at Jareth. The guy looked so bored that he might as well have been bordering on comatose. Smirking at the cat who ate the canary expression on Jareth's face as he came back to his seat after only having knocked down four pins, Dean stood up, beer in hand.

Except he didn't stay standing. He feigned tripping on his shoelaces and tumbled back into his chair, his beer flying up in the air, the amber liquid spraying everywhere around him as he did. Then the glass bottle hit the floor and shattered, splashing the remaining beer up in the air and across the floor.

Dean's face was the perfect picture of contrition. "I am so sorry about that, guys. I hope I didn't get either of you wet."

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seawinds
2009-02-22 08:35 am UTC (link)

Michiru watched Dean trip, almost in slow motion. She twisted back and out of the way of the liquid spray. Some splashed on the tips of her shoes, but the hard construction of the bowling shoes caused it to roll right off.

"No worries Dean-san" she said with a knowing smile. She was pretty sure he'd tripped on purpose, and since she was also pretty sure it had been to annoy Jareth, she approved.

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-22 10:37 am UTC (link)

Jareth's handsome face contorted into a mask of rage, and he stepped back quickly enough that only a small amount of the beer sprayed onto him, and only below the knees. But he was not placated by this fact. In seconds, he'd produced one of his crystal balls and thrown it at the remains of the beer bottle.

The thing disappeared into a multi-colored cloud of smoke, but from this rather pretty affect came... well, that would rather depend on what the person that saw it was most afaid of. He was not directing this illusion. It would seek out that information from the heads of anyone watching, and whatever scared them most, that's what they would see coming from the mess.

"You need to be more careful." His eyes narrowed, but there was a slight smile on his lips. Maybe these mere mortals would be more careful around him from now on. He didn't know if Dean had done this on purpose, though he suspected he had, but either way he thought that he would be a little more careful from now on.

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hellsboy
2009-02-22 11:14 am UTC (link)

Dean smiled toothily, brushing his hand back through his hair, playing it perfectly. "Sorry, dude. It's a good thing you've got magic balls (he tried not to snicker) to clean up after idiots like me."

He glanced over at where the mess had been quickly and then back at Jareth. Except something wasn't right and his eyes flicked back to the scene beginning to unfold there on the floor where his beer bottle had broken.

"What the hell?" Dean scrambled to his feet, eyes flashing as he pushed past Jareth and knelt on the floor. Because he had seen so much in his life, little scared him anymore. So to him, the illusion was not a monster at all. "Sam? Are you ok? What happened to you? Where's all this blood coming from? Sam? Sam!?"

And he hollered over his shoulder at Michiru. "Find a doctor or something. Hurry!"

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seawinds
2009-02-23 06:50 am UTC (link)

Flashes of colored smoke were not entirely out of Michiru's experience. She jumped back out of the way, her hand automatically reaching for her henshin wand. Like Dean, she'd seen too much to be frightened by monsters or ghosts or such things. Instead, her heart caught in her throat as the smoke cleared to reveal the broken, and very dead body of Haruka. Her blood ran ice cold, and she couldn't move. Thoughts chased themselves in tiny circles through her mind as she tried to process what she was seeing.

Then, Dean's cries broke through the mental cycle of panic, and rationality reasserted itself. Sam. He thought the person on the floor was someone named Sam. Someone who was bleeding. But she saw Haruka, dead, and not bleeding. Something was not right here.

"No" she said, when Dean asked her to call for a doctor. She tore her gaze from the vision, and locked eyes with Jareth. "There's no need for a doctor, is there?" Her voice was cold and dangerous. He thought he could play with them? She could feel the inner ocean waves stir, her senshi nature asserting itself, insisting she protect the civilian.

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-23 10:25 am UTC (link)

Jareth snapped his fingers, and the crystal flew back into his hand. The smoke disappeared, as did the illusions he had created. He gave Michiru an iconic little half bow, not really much more than an inclination of his head. Dean, he ignored.

"Very good, Princess." He spoke in the tone of one speaking with a precocious toddler... which was, of course, what Michiru was to him. He pulled his gaze from Michiru's, and walked toward the exit. "I'm leaving, and you'll have to kill me if you want to stop me." He informed the creature standing there.

He wasn't bluffing, either. He was very much done with this game, done with these people, and he wanted to be out of here. Maybe deciding he'd been there long enough, the thing hesitated and then stepped out of his way. Satisfied, he nodded to himself and then pulled off the horrid shoes.

"Enjoy your game, children."

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