Jareth ◊ Third Request ◊ Video

[whatssaidissaid]

[When the feed clicks on, there is a very self-satisfied looking Goblin King grinning wide. He releases the 'berry and it floats away from him, effectively panning out to show where he's currently luxuriating--and, more importantly, what he's currently luxuriating onIt's a nest. A nest that looks to be high up

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[grouchinleather]

[Have a leather man with a pink haired girl in one hand, and a giant stick with one end sharpened to a point slung over the opposite shoulder. Despite his appearance and weapon of choice, he's surprisingly gentle with the little girl, and he would be even if she wasn't clearly blind.] You got something of hers.

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[tinypinkterror]

[Yachiru, said very small and very blind and also very one-armed little girl, sort of huffs and smacks his shoulder lightly.] Be nice Middy!

Ne mister, do you have my arm? [It's at least easy to match to her. No one else around here is really quite as small as her.]

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[whatssaidissaid]

[Jareth sighs huffily at first, when the man speaks--but then, oh, how lovely, he smiles when the little girl interrupts.]

Many thanks for your polite manner of speaking, little one. Being polite is one of my most favorite qualities.

I believe I may.

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[grouchinleather]

I see no reason to be polite to some whack job making nests out of body parts. [Tightens his grip on his stick. He doesn't like you very much either, Jareth.]

She may be blind, but I'm not. I saw it on your little video.

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[tinypinkterror]

[Wait what?] A nest? Like a birdie? Why would Mister Polite Man have a nest? [Huff frown. But then a smile at Jareth (well, off to his side somewhere, give her a little slack).]

Ne, can I have it back, pretty please?

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[whatssaidissaid]

Dispensing insults only work to prove your ignorance, stranger.

[His look is menacing, and predatory, and...no, predatory was probably the right word. Specifically, he resembled a bird of prey--for more reasons that just the fact that he was currently in a nest.

But when he speaks to the child, he is smiling, his tone friendly and warm.]

I made a nest, dear one, because I can fly--and many others can not. Storing such precious items up high seemed to be the most effective way of keeping them safe.

Of course you may. I collected them so I could take care of my subjects, naturally. But I wonder--would you be willing to trade me something, for my service? One service for one other..?

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[grouchinleather]

[Glances down at Yachiru, his voice changing to something of a softer tone.] Because the guy is a straight jacket away from being in the looney bin, Yachiru.

[But then Bird Man talks, and his tone goes back to annoyance.] Do I look like a diplomat to you? [Aka: Don't care.]

Here's a deal for you--you give the girl her arm back and you don't get this stick lodged in your chest.

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[tinypinkterror]

[Her eyes would be wide with awe if she had any.] You can fly too? Flying's fun, Supey took me flying once! Subjects? Are you a prince? Like in stories? [She thinks for a moment, then nods.] Uh huh! What service-

[Frown. Have a whine of "Middyyyy" in that 'dad you're embarrassing me' tone.] Don't beat him up, he's bein' nice! He found my arm.

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[whatssaidissaid]

[Another put upon sigh for you, Midnighter. He's just going to address the girl, now, though obviously he's talking for your benefit.]

Do forgive him, young one. He perhaps has not mastered the task of manners quite yet. Maybe you could teach him..? And maybe you could also teach him an important lesson: that it is unwise to threaten those whose powers you do not understand fully.

I fly, yes. And I am not a Prince--I am a King. The Goblin King, to be precise...though I rule over so many more things than that. [He smiles, all charm and wit and royal grace.]

Simply a service. Nothing that you can not accomplish, I assure--I merely am rather new to this establishment, and there are times where I need small favors completed for me. Like errands, I suppose. You would only owe me one favor. Surely, that is not a ridiculous request..?

[All you need to do is say 'yes,' Yachiru. Because to the Goblin King, that's a verbal contract.]

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[grouchinleather]

[Damn it, he knows that whine all too well.] He's a lunatic.

[Looks straight at Jareth and grins.] Maybe you should take your own advice, bird boy.

Yachiru, don't even think about it.

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[tinypinkterror]

Stop fighting, both of you! Stupid boys. [Huff.] I just want my arm!

Okay, Mister Goblin King. I can do that! ...Well, if I can see after this week... I keep bumpin' into walls when Colin doesn't take me places. [She kind of looks down a little all sad like. Don't you feel sorry for this poor blind child, Jareth? Probably not. But still.]

Now can I have it back?... [Gosh Middy you're so embarrassing. She's ignoring you. She wants her limb back.]

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[whatssaidissaid]

It is done, then. One arm for one favor.

[Jareth smiles wide, and claps his hands together. Interestingly enough, it doesn't make a sound--but something akin to fog (if fog could shimmer) is pushed out between his hands, and Yachiru's arm suddenly appears in front of her, floating in mid air in a similar fog type cloud. Jareth is now standing at the base of the tree.]

Eyes are not everything, dear one. You will find there are ways to see without seeing, if you practice at it. Many times, those that inspect the hardest are those which are truly blind. [And he gives a pointed, nasty smile towards the man with her.]

I will call on you when I need you. If you ever need any help, of course--you need only ask. I am quite adept at fixing problems.

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[grouchinleather]

[Fucking magic.]

You want to "see without seeing" I'll be more than happy to help you with that.

[But he doesn't say any more because he doesn't want Yachiru to yell more.]

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[tinypinkterror]

[Congrats, Jareth, you've confused the blind child. She has no idea what you're talking about.] ...Okay!

[And now you get a big smile in your general direction, even as she manages to cram a hand in Midnighter's face to smoosh at his cheek.] Thank you mister bird man!