The Castle Throne Room | Tuesday

[tightpants_king]

Despite the rather unhappy way the ball had ended, Jareth, the Goblin King, was still in a good mood. He still had his captives, the labyrinth was still growing around this tiny island and no one had figured out what to do about it

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Jareth

[tightpants_king]

If you wanna talk to the Goblin King himself, this is the place to do it! He'll be happy to chat!

Re: Jareth

[whateverknight]

That guy over there seemed like he was in charge. He also had been in Squall's dream last night. Wonderful. Whatever.

At any rate, Squall glared at him watched him closely. With any luck, he'd explain what was going on.

Re: Jareth

[tightpants_king]

Well, he wasn't just going to explain without being asked nicely especially with a glare like that directed at him. Just think, he'd been so hospitable and everything.

He merely held Squall's gaze and waited for the young unwanted boy to say something.

Re: Jareth

[whateverknight]

So it was going to be a staring contest, then? Squall could sit here all day. If Jareth was hoping to be asked nicely, he was looking at the wrong person.

Re: Jareth

[tightpants_king]

A staring contest? No, Jareth would get bored with that. He just wasn't going to say anything to anyone until he wanted to. If Squall was waiting for easy explanations, well, he'd have to create those himself.

Re: Jareth

[whateverknight]

Later -- much later -- Squall finally walked up to Jareth. Time to begin the negotiation process or whatever.

"Your Majesty," he asked in a formal, businesslike manner, "what are your demands?"

Re: Jareth

[tightpants_king]

"Demands?" Jareth repeated lightly. "Who said I have demands?"

He had what he wanted.

Re: Jareth

[whateverknight]

Squall sighed, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I mean, I'd like to negotiate the terms of our release."

Force was NOT the answer in this situation -- after all, they'd already bested him and the others. Otherwise, Squall would much rather attack the king in his smug face.

Re: Jareth

[tightpants_king]

"Oh, that's not necessary," Jareth said, waving a hand lightly. "I've no need to release so there's no reason to negotiate. I admire your determination though."

Re: Jareth

[whateverknight]

Well, this was going nowhere fast. "What do you want with us?" Squall demanded.

Re: Jareth

[tightpants_king]

"Questions, questions, so many questions," Jareth said, sighing. "Can't you just relax and enjoy my hospitality?"

Re: Jareth

[whateverknight]

Squall folded his arms and glared more. "NO."

(Hospitality? Seriously?)

Re: Jareth

[tightpants_king]

Oh, glaring. How cute. Jareth laughed and twirled his cane lazily. "Well, that's too bad. I do hope you change your mind at some point."

Re: Jareth

[whateverknight]

NOT going to happen.

"Whatever."

Re: Jareth

[icecoldfrost]

After a few hours keeping to herself, Emma had relaxed enough to fade back to her normal body, even while keeping a careful eye on some of the goblins. She wasn't stupid. She was, however, in coffee-withdrawal. Which did not bode well for anyone around here, especially not the strange man with the big hair who seemed to fancy himself in charge.

"Are you going to keep watching us like frogs under a microscope?" she drawled finally, "Or be a decent host and bring a lady a cup of coffee?"

With their luck it would be drugged again, but at least she wouldn't have the urge to claw her own eyes out.

Re: Jareth

[tightpants_king]

Jareth's gaze swung over towards the now longer shining captive and one side of his mouth lifted in something of a smile.

"Are you no longer partial to the peach wine? How dreadful."