Who: Jareth the Goblin King and OPEN What: Jareth is here Where: LA When: Evening Rating: TBD
There was nothing that Jareth despised more than useless noise. It was one thing if there was a purpose to it, or if it was a reaction to a direct question or comment of his, but hearing the Goblins carrying on had always been something he couldn't stand.
“I'm going Aboveground,” He all but snarled, getting quickly to his feet. “And when I return, it would serve you all well to make yourselves scarce.” And, with a flutter of wings, he was gone.
The transition between his world and the other one was fluid, one moment he was standing in human form Underground and the next he was in his owl form Aboveground, and yet, instantly he felt something was off. It looked different, it felt different, and yet Jareth never made mistakes of this nature. He had been concentrating on going one place, and clearly he was there and yet he wasn't where he wanted to be at all. It wasn't even just a matter of being in the wrong city, this place felt far more foreign than even that. It was too dark, and not as it should be at all.
There was definitely something going on, he thought. Taking advantage of his owl form, he swooped down to perch on a branch, trying to get his bearings. Well, he thought, this is certainly a more interesting riddle than I would have encountered had I stayed down there with the goblins
He glided to the ground, changing back into a man quickly. If he needed to, he could take to the skies again, or even go home, but for now, this was an adventure, and the first intelligent puzzle he'd had in ages.