The throne room was still abuzz with activity even if Jareth himself was still lounging like the king he was on his throne. He was idly twirling his pimp cane and keeping an eye on the captives. He wasn't expecting them to escape since he knew they couldn't but they'd been so entertaining with their glares and attempts to leave that he was hoping
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He was just also very much aware they were stuck in a magical fortress of which they didn't know the layout, and he'd be loath to take rash action and wind up making things worse for himself.
He sat and observed instead.
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She wasn't a problem here and she didn't feel out of place and unwanted.
"I... I like feeling like I'm accepted here."
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The others were, sadly, getting a glimpse of Crazy Emma, occasionally shaking her head and muttering to herself as she tried to shore-up her shields, block out what bits they were broadcasting, as well as whatever it was that kept seeping into her.
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'Crazy Emma' was not really in his vocabulary, here.
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She knew she wasn't being very clear, but Emma really was trying her best. "I can hear so many people now, some of them still outside, but I'm trying to keep them out. They're panicked. And there's something in my head that isn't me and isn't them and it makes it hard to focus."
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