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SETTING: Jareth's Palace

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Dec. 1st, 2005 | 01:41 am
posted by: t_storyteller in its_onlyforever

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CHAPTER 1: A New Perspective

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The castle looked remarkably different from the last time Sarah had wandered through it. Perhaps this time she was in no hurry and not being chased by goblins, thereby fowarding her the opportunity to actually take in her surroundings.

The castle was a bit unimpressive as far as castles go. No magnificent stone pillars, marble columns, red carpets and persian rugs. Instead it boast a sandy gray color. That which was made of wood was a deep shade, most likely something resembling walnut. The hanging and perched candleholders were all made out of this wood along with the large dining table. She wouldn't so much as describe it as bleak, but certainly unsettling enough to question how Jareth even came to be a king, considering the stereotypes that govern royal impressions.

She managed out the throne room door and into the courtyard hallway, carefully checking around the corners as though expecting an ambush, though without incident. One of many lessons that was taught to her in this land a year ago played on repeat between her ears: take nothing for granted. Now that the entire layout of the Labyrinth had changed, she wasn't even certain if it was the Goblin City that she was going to come out upon. Half of her hoped she wouldn't. There may be no goblins in the castle, she thought, but there'd be no way to avoid them in an entire city.

The hallway stretched outward on either side into places her eyes could not reach from where she stood. About halfway down the hall to her left looked to be a niche in the wall that led to a spiral staircase which appeared to ascend to the higher levels of the castle. The rest of the wall on the opposing side of the hall yeilded to a door directly in front of her. Memory serving her right, she thought, that door must be the one to lead to the outside.

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 2nd, 2005 08:05 am (UTC)
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"Wow," Sarah huffed out in surprise to the bland scenery that surrounded her, "you'd think with all the fancy outfits Jareth has he could've hired himself a decorator or something." She began to survey the area, taking notes of all the possible exits she could escape to. So far the most tempting exit was the staircase that stretched to the floors above. There was, of course, the door that lead to the outside but she wasn't sure if she ready for that yet. Supplies might be needed considering she didn't know what rested on the other side. It also could still be the Goblin City and the last time she checked they weren't exactly on good terms with her. Who could blame them, really? She nearly destroyed most of the houses and the army itself when Ludo called for the rocks' aid ...

Ludo.

Didymus. Hoggle.

It's only been a couple of weeks since she last saw Hoggle. He was checking up on her as always but he looked a little more weary than normal. She tried to get answers from him but he continued to reassure her he was okay. She's certain that her friends noticed the change of the Labyrinth .. maybe they somehow knew she was here. Maybe they were already looking for her right now. Here's hoping, she thought. She wouldn't mind seeing a friendly and familiar face right about now. Without them, she would've never conquered the Labyrinth in the first place and right now she could use all the help she could get. She didn't want to go through this alone.

Turning her gaze above as if the Goblin King was floating in mid-air in front of her she smirks. He could be watching her right now .. she hoped he was. "Mark my words, Jareth," she promised as her fists squeezed tighter, "you won't make me weak and powerless. You have no power over me." Fixing her eyes upon the stairs she found herself swelling with newfound determination. I can do this, she continued to tell herself. But, "Supplies first," she reminded out loud and lead herself toward the spiraling staircase. Taking a nervous breath in the girl makes her first step .. then second ... then third .. and further up she went. The only sound now that floated among the air was the drumming of her footsteps and the anxiety of her breaths. She didn't want any unexpected surprises so her eyes were constantly fixed above to somehow try and see what lies ahead.

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from: t_storyteller
date: Dec. 2nd, 2005 09:54 am (UTC)
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As the end of the ascending passageway approached, Sarah could hear sounds of someone or something moving around. Footsteps combined with what could be described as lightweight metal being moved around gave audible life to shadows that danced upon the brick wall cast by a flickering orange light. Watching the shadows, Sarah was able to see a smaller, hairy looking figure moving back and forth, carrying items that could not be made out. The figure stood itself on what looked to be a stool, placed a rod on some sort of flat surface, then began hitting it with what looked to be some sort of hammer, causing a louder, rythmic clang each time it struck. This, in turn, caused sparks to roll across the floor at the top of the stairs.

"BLAH!" Shouted a voice from the direction of the shadows' origin, a voice that was high pitched and almost raspy. "How does he expect me to make anything with these crude tools?! Oooh arm the troops, says he! Give them sharp pointy objects oooh well give Golla bad things and Golla make bad points! NooOOOOoo not here! BLAH!"

The shadow proceeded to take hold of whatever was laying on the flat surface and hopped down from the stool, nearly skittering to a point that was not graced by whatever hot bellow gave birth to the flickering light. A loud hiss could be heard suddenly, followed by the same rasped voice hollering, "OWOWOWOWOW!"

Sarah could see that, at the top of the stairwell, a hallway proceeded straight forward in front of her leading to somewhere she could not see. Unless she was very careful, however, she'd have a difficult time getting past whoever was in the other room without being seen.

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 3rd, 2005 07:59 am (UTC)
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Sarah's eyes immediatly widened when her sight takes notice upon the shadows coming to life before her, stopping quickly so she can further witness what's in front. Her heart rate began to quicken when she saw that something was there. Well, guess she wasn't alone after all. She can barely make it out .. but it looked like something small. And hairy. A goblin, maybe? Her eyes peer more curiously when she leaned forward to see a little better, watching it's shadow as it began hammering against whatever surface it's pounding upon. From where she stood she automatically thought on how small and adorable it was. It's almost like a puppy, she grinned to herself but then the 'puppy' began talking. And it sounds pretty irritated.

"A blacksmith?" she questioned quietly to herself and winced when it's hiss shattered through the room, pulling herself down upon all fours toward the ground. Moving herself slowly up the stairs she ducked her head underneath from whatever flying sparks that was hurling toward her way and moved in far enough to see where the room lead. There was the room where 'Golla' was at .. and then there was a long, dark hallway that she couldn't quite see. She's talked to many of the Underground's residents before the last time she was here and most of them were pretty friendly. Maybe, she thought, this Golla fellow is friendly too. He might be able to help her on her little quest.

In a perfect world, that is. But things aren't always what they seem.

Standing herself up she dusted the dirt off her clothes that was collected on the ground and carefully took steps toward the wall on the side of the doorway. Biting her lower lip and peeking in, the girl finally speaks. "Um .. excuse me?" she called out.

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from: t_storyteller
date: Dec. 3rd, 2005 08:00 am (UTC)
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The goblin known as Golla moved from the cooling urn with the rod of metal he'd been working on toward the billows again where he unceremoniously threw the would-be weapon back into the fire with an indiscernable noise of frustration. He huffed mere seconds before he heard a voice that startled him enough to emit a sharp holler before whirling around to face the room's entry. There his glossy eyes offset by his dark rubbery skin crest with a small beard stared at Sarah.

"Intruder alert! Intruder alert!" Golla hollered, his head tossed back. "Large hairless creature in the castle! Defend! Defend!" He bounced over to where his weapons were his finished weapons were at, if one could call them that, and snatched one up by the crude hilt. Its size was comparitive to a long dagger, though he held it much in the fashion of a broadsword upon facing Sarah again.

"You'll never take me ALIIIIVE! I shall fell you! You large... hairless... pasty...." He paused and arched his brows, acheiving a rather curious ensemble of a facial expression. "... what are you, exactly?"

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 3rd, 2005 08:48 am (UTC)
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Sarah jolts back suddenly to his reaction but definately not out of being surprised. She was anticipating a reaction like this .. or something a lot more violent. Stepping fully into the doorway her hands instantly lift in level with her head as a form of surrending, trying to get some word in during the goblin's outburst but failing miserably. He was already flying off the handle. "Wait .. hold on!" she tried to say but he continued on and an irritable sigh lets loose from her soon to be followed by a sudden twist in her features. Wait ... large hairless creature?! Pasty?! If that's what she is, what makes Jareth? Looking down to her legs she frowned. She wasn't that big, was she?

Jerking her head back for a moment she takes a silent look behind her in check to make sure they were alone before returning her focus back upon Golla. "Look, it's kind of hard being an intruder when it's your king that brought me here, isn't it?" Sarah pointed out, keeping her hands raised as her eyes fell upon the dagger being pointed at her. She was thanking everything that he was small. "I'm not trying to take anyone! I'm just trying to get out of here," she continued, "well, out of this Labyrinth actually, and I need some help."

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from: t_storyteller
date: Dec. 3rd, 2005 10:59 am (UTC)
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"Don't-you-come-in-here-and-lie-to-me mad creaturebeast!" Golla responded quickly, almost shaking as he did so to further express his hostile, agressive stance on Sarah's attendance. "The king just rrrrandomly brought you to his castle and let you whirl about freely, did he? Nope! Not buying it! Nobody gets out of the Labyrinth so you'll just have to... get a job you bum!"

When Sarah mentioned that it was only his assistance she sought, Golla paused and stared at her for a few moments, visibly unable to come up with an intelligent reply. He looked left and right, both sideglances complimented by a stupid, "Uhhhhh.."

Suddenly, however, the goblin's eyes snapped back to attention and he again glared up at the human, tightening his grip on his brandished weapon. "I am at no liberty to help you, pale demon! Not without a price!" He escorts his 'weapon' to the top of the anvil where he lets it sit. "You wish to let me help you then you must pay something in return!" A parchment is withdrawn from underneath the anvil where, upon opening, a list of blade names and the enchantments that give the weapons a higher quality of strength. He points at a medium-sized clayore.

"This will make Jareth's army undefeatable! Because, just between you and me, the army stinks! Smells bad! And their swords are not the work of me because I would never turn out that type of metal. I AM AN ARTIST! The metals I need are called graphite, amethyst, and hematite." He rolled up the parchment and tossed it at Sarah, uncaring whether she manages to catch it or not. "They're somewhere in this castle. You find and bring them to Golla, Golla will help you out nicely! Promise!"

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 3rd, 2005 12:11 pm (UTC)
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She was becoming rather irritable with Golla constantly throwing insults her way but she bit her tongue. She couldn't blame him for not believing her because she didn't understand Jareth's motives either. Sighing out in defeat, her arms lowered. Just when Sarah decided that the entire matter was a lost cause the goblin began to change his tune to her surprise. He was still insulting her but at least now he was willing to work with her. She had no room to argue. "A payment? Sounds reasonable to me," she agreed quickly as she watched him settle his weapon and pull out some sort of scroll from underneath. She couldn't help but be reminded of her little deal with Hoggle when she first met him. She would have to make sure to get the most out of this.

For now she refrained on chuckling to Golla's comment on Jareth's army, catching the parchment when it was thrown at her. "Graphite, amethyst and hematite. Got it." she repeated out loud. "In the castle? Should be a piece of --" before finishing her sentence, she is quick to stop herself. She couldn't believe she almost said that out loud. "Um ... I mean ... um, so if I get these items, you'll tell me the way out of the Labyrinth, right?" She wanted to make sure she got this .. word for word. The inhabitants of the Labyrinth were just as tricky as their king and if she wasn't careful, her little mineral conquest could become something she did for nothing. "Or show me," she added with a sheepish grin when a glare was made towards her, "but I'm not pushing it."

Backing slowly away she places the rolled up scroll into her left front pocket and pats it in there nice and tight. If it's only in the castle, it shouldn't take too long. She could probably collect some useful items along the way. Her only hope for now was to not run into anything bigger than her goblin friend here. "Do you have any clues on where Jareth would normally stock these sort of items?" Never hurts to ask.

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from: t_storyteller
date: Dec. 4th, 2005 08:26 pm (UTC)
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"The way out?!" Golla repeats with a sudden outburst of raspy, half coughed laughter, hearty though it may be. "The way out!" He repeats again, then tosses his head back and laughs even harder. Then, abruptly, his face turns studdingly serious and he locks his eyes back on the girl again with a resounding, "No!" Using a pair of iron tongs, he takes the rod of metal he'd been working on and brings the glowing piece to the anvil. "You want a way out you find that yourself! Golla is blacksmith, not customer service desk." With that he pounds a few times at the metal with his hammer.

Then, prematurely, he pauses. "I tell you what I do," he finally says. "You get me items, I make it very worth your while but you no know what I do. You just.. do something else until I get done! Yes. So you go get, and then I make you happy... whateveryouare."

He pounds the hammer a few more times and then sucks his lower lip in angrilly. ".... BLAH! No good pieces of junk!" Preceeds him throwing his hammer across the room.

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 5th, 2005 08:32 am (UTC)
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Sarah blinked when Golla began laughing. Why was he laughing at her? She was being serious! There had to be an exit .... unless something happened during the Labyrinth's reconstruction ..? No. Jareth may have changed the Labyrinth but she wouldn't think he would stoop that low. "Well I'm going to find it," she assured out loud, mainly to herself to keep her spirits going. Crossing her arms over her chest, her glare was made target toward the goblin's way when he mentioned he wouldn't tell her what her prize for completing the task he has given her will be. "Well that isn't ...."

She froze. "Fine," she sighed out again, rolling her eyes skyward in building annoyance. She didn't have any other choice other than to play the blacksmith's game. "My name is Sarah," she corrected, "not pale demon or creaturebeast or whatever-else-you-plan-to-call me. It's Sarah." Kicking her feet back against the wall behind her she advances back to the doorway, cringing when the sound of crashing metal suddenly erupts behind her followed by the goblin's cursing. "And my skin isn't pasty," she mumbled quietly to herself, frowning.

Back outside the girl stood there while she anxiously tapped her foot against the hard pavement underneath. "So where to Sarah?" she questioned herself, her gaze switching from between the staircase that headed back down to the floor below her and the long hallway ahead. Being the curious cat she always was, she proceeds into the hallway. At first she wanted to take off running and quicken the pace a little but then she began to wish she had some sort of candle to carry along with her. Swallowing in, she continued to keep a slow, careful walk. The hallway carried nothing but an endless and eerie darkness as if a black blanket was suddenly draped over her eyes.

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from: t_storyteller
date: Dec. 8th, 2005 01:53 am (UTC)
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The little man shook with obvious frustration that this intrusive individual whom he struck a deal with to assist was trying to correct him. "Rrrrrh!" He growled in high-pitched annoyance. "I'll call you whatever I want," he informed without so much as pausing between words. "If you don't want my help weeeell that's just fiiiine with me."

Sarah received little more than a grunt in response to her denial of being "pasty", giving no time for Golla to retaliate before she was back outside in the corridor. Once deciding to travel the dark hallway she found herself engulfed in darkness on all sides. It seemed to stretch on forever. How long can one hallway be? After a few minutes a light was able to be seen near what Sarah determined to be the end, however she was unable to see any walls on either side of her, nor could she see down the direction she'd just come.

Could this be possibly leading to a way out?

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 8th, 2005 11:25 am (UTC)
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It was like the beginning of her first journey .. no openings, no windows, no doors. Just darkness that continued to stretch on and on. The thought of things being 'endless' was unsettling .. she was beginning to wonder if she should turn around. "But maybe it doesn't," Sarah whispered as she relived the memory that played inside her mind, "maybe I'm only taking for granted that it does." Take nothing for granted, she continued to chant to herself as each step lead her deeper into the neverending hallway. Finally what seemed like the longest couple of minutes she has ever experienced her eyes are rewarded with a faint shining light glimmering ahead of her. The mere sight of it was welcomed, it was just enough to bring the girl comfort. From all that walking she never realized how big the castle truely was.

It was time for choices again. Like she expected she couldn't quite see what was beyond the light, nor could she see the path that she walked behind her anymore. But at least she knew what remained at the other end. Ahead? Not so much. She didn't even know if it was an opening and like many times before she was faced to wonder if she should even bother to take that chance.

If it was her choice, actually, she wouldn't go anywhere. She would simply sit in that empty throne room and kick her legs and scream until Jareth grew tired of it and sends her home. But since when was she a coward? The heroines in all the stories she read were never given the prize for acting cowardly. She couldn't defeat Jareth if she acted like a scaredy cat.

Bracing herself, she takes a step in the direction where the light is held and ventures that way.

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from: t_storyteller
date: Dec. 8th, 2005 11:05 pm (UTC)
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As Sarah progressed closer to the light, it served to illuminate so brightly she could barely see into it. There was no telling what lay beyond. Strangely it did not cast its glow on any walls around her, almost as though she were standing in a black void with no end, save for this one exit. There was no telling whether or not the path she'd just walked even existed at this point and she wasn't sure she wanted to turn around to find out.

After a few moments her eyes finally began to adjust to that which lay beyond. A simple rectangle entryway stood before her with no door, yet it led to what appeared to be the outside. She could hear the sounds of the birds echoing their busy lives as they glided effortlessly through the daisy scented air. There was a cool, light summer breeze that whispered its way into wherever she stood and pleased her skin while it playfully rustled the leaves of the modest trees outside.

It was a sight that nearly beckoned to her and invited her to join whatever blissful song nature was singing. The sights, smells, and feeling that she pulled from merely this one rectangular window was enough to bring a peaceful smile to her lips. "How could one say no?" She thought to herself.

When her foot hit the surface in the first step toward this entryway she paused. There was something she'd forgotten in the castle, suddenly remembering the deal she'd just made with Golla to gain whatever assistance he could in exchange for those metals. She glanced, displeased, over her shoulder.

"Well how much help could he be?" She said aloud to herself. "He already said he wouldn't show me the way out." She looked again toward the inviting scene outdoors. Which way was she supposed to go next?

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 9th, 2005 09:12 am (UTC)
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"I can't believe I'm supposed to choose," Sarah grumbled to herself, her eyes constantly switching in between the shadow behind her and the scene that was painted as pretty as a picture in front. The smell of flowers greeted her senses, the light tickle of the breeze flowing through her hair, and the sounds of wildlife playing within her ears. It brought her back to the playground back home .. how many hours she would spend outside reciting her favorite books in costumes and make-up as she wore her faded jeans underneath. She would always imagine herself lost in her most favorite of places: a magical forest. There the wind itself would sing melodies to her as if she was the most important being in that world. That's what it looked like .. in front. Her magical forest. Even her imagination never brought it justice.

It depressed her. A dream was just within her reach ... something that should be expected while wandering through the Labyrinth. But that was it. It was expected. The scene was too welcoming and warm .. too much to the point that it was almost cruel. Maybe a year ago she would have walked through the entrance without a second thought in her mind .. but now? She had to do what wasn't expectant of her.

"What said is said," she whispered quietly, "I have a commitment that needs to be fulfilled." Sadly she turned her back away from the dream, closing her eyes for a moment and denying everything that she wanted to do. Temptation was a horrible thing, she thought, but it wasn't the first and it surely wouldn't be the last. Without another moment wasted, she heads back down into the shadows, making sure to never look back.

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from: t_storyteller
date: Dec. 10th, 2005 10:06 pm (UTC)
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The moment Sarah turned her back from the seeming bliss that reflected just outside her reach, a black iron door swung closed from the outside with a loud crash that echoed through whatever void she stood in. She would never know what's beyond that door now and she was well aware of that. Upon turning around, she found herself no more than a few steps away from the staircase on which she'd ascended to find this hallway. Golla was still hammering away at whatever he was working on and it appeared that she hadn't been gone for more than a few seconds. When she turned around to look behind her yet again, there was nothing more than a dark gray brick wall; the same type of cinderblock with which the rest of the castle was constructed.

There was only two ways for her to go now. Back down the staircase or back into the smithery where Golla was hard at work. She didn't feel much like speaking to him anymore, however, and she doubted he'd have anything important - much less nice - to say.

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 11th, 2005 09:57 am (UTC)
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A hidden needle pricked at Sarah when she heard the door close behind her, leaving her to quietly wonder if she made a mistake to deny the scene that was proposed to her. It was that moment within the void that she felt more alone, making her shudder involuntarily. Was the Labyrinth playing with her head? "Whatever," she sighed out to deliberately ignore any itchy feelings that constantly nagged upon her while she continued forward and, to her surprise, made it out of the neverending darkness within a few seconds flat. She clearly remembered that it took her longer than that to get in! "... what?" Blinking in confusion and turning around to look behind her she noticed that the hallway she just walked through suddenly vanished, leaving no trace that it even existed in the first place. Her jaw tightened.

"Well," she said, her tone suddenly exasperated, "it's wonderful to know that nothing has changed when it comes to the odds being against me."

Growing even more annoyed of the constant noises carried from the blacksmith's room she moved quickly down the stairs, her heels thudding into the rough surface of the floor as she quickened herself from walking to a light jog. Her head immediatly twists when she see's the hallway behind the staircase and she exhales, feeling relieved. It remained unchanged despite her comings and goings within this room and unlike the other .. it looked brightly lit as if the sun's rays soaked right through the thick bricks of the wall. Another twist of the Underground she would never understand. "Still can't see the other side, though," Sarah noted out loud, frowning, but she walked into it anyway.

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from: t_storyteller
date: Dec. 12th, 2005 11:58 am (UTC)
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"Already you've begun to surprise me," Came a purring voice all too familiar to Sarah's ears. She spun around to face him and found him, shoulder leaning against the brick wall next to the staircase with one hand in his pocket, with his eyes following one small clear crystal sphere which he rolled back and forth upon black leather gloved fingers of his free palm. "I was under the impression you wanted to leave this place," he continued, a placid expression on his lips though amusement was gleaming in his eyes. He captured the crystal ball in his palm and cradled it in his fingers while he dropped his arm to hang at his side and looked directly at the bewildered girl.

"Chance after chance I give you and you continue to turn your back on them. That would've very well been the way out of the Labyrinth. A straight shot; and you returned here. I'm beginning to wonder why you're being untruthful with me." He straightened away from the wall and began to approach her. "If you don't want to leave, Sarah," he said, turning his chin only slightly, "all you have to do is say the word and I will make it so. But," he held up his free hand with one finger extended. Amazingly enough the crystal ball that was once in that hand had vanished, "don't doubt my integrity. You're being given every advantage you could wish for." He stopped in front of her and lowered his hand, watching her eyes behind his ice cold gaze.

"Don't worry about the weaponsmith. He won't be helping you again."

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 13th, 2005 09:11 am (UTC)
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Sarah's breath was caught in her throat as she became conscious of his arrival. Was he watching her this entire time? Of course he was, she answered herself. You're simply here for his amusement. It's just one, big twisted game to him, remember? That's why you're here. "I was keeping my word," she said softly, her inner defenses rising now that he was near. She did not want to meet his intense gaze, trying as she could to hide the turmoil happening within her. It made her furious to know that the 'dream' she left behind was placed deliberately by him .. and despite her belief to his words, she wondered if it really was the way out. But that thought was quick to escape her mind when she saw that the crystal he conjured disappeared and her eyes meet up to his quickly, instantly turning from shielded to disbelief.

The weaponsmith? .... Golla?

Her expression grew enraged when the words registered to her. He didn't. "What did you do?" she asked as a single step was made toward the Goblin King, her voice sharp and barbed. She suddenly found herself fearful for the goblin's safety -- not wanting to believe that Jareth would harm one of his just because of Golla's willingness to help her. It's a given fact that the girl will never understand his motives .. but never once did she consider him evil. Well, maybe for a brief second that one time. But evil was too much of a strong word.

Another step is taken, her voice dangerously low. "Don't play games with me, Jareth. I agreed to be your little pawn despite you bringing me here against my will. What did you do to him?"

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from: t_storyteller
date: Dec. 15th, 2005 10:04 pm (UTC)
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The mention of games drew the Goblin King back into thought for only a modest minute. "It's all about games," Jareth interrupted her with what could be described as a bored expression on his face. "Life is a game. You owe me a decision that you seem to be having trouble making." He raised his arms to either side of his body and looked over his shoulder briefly as if visually signifying the Labyrinth surrounding them. "I'm simply trying to help you reach that."

"What I do to my subjects is little or no concern of yours," Jareth cooed in a smooth, calm voice to the challenging girl. "I am a king and I shall run my kingdom as I see fit. If you don't appreciate the things that I do for them.. and for you.. then accept my proposal. Be my queen. Change it as you see fit. Until then," he tilted his chin downward slightly, "it is -you- who has no power over -me-. Games have rules, Sarah, and when the rules are broken.. there are consequences."

As he turned away from her he slid his hands behind his back. "Don't think that you're the only mouse in the maze. You just happen to be the special one."

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 16th, 2005 09:14 am (UTC)
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Every motivation she gained slipped. Sarah felt utterly defenseless before him. Helpless, weak, something that she hadn't felt in a long while and something she didn't want to feel again. Each word that slid from his lips passed through her chest like a thousand knives. "You have no power over me," she whispered out loud as she bit back her angered tears, knowing very well those words will not be helping her again, but she said them anyway as if it supplied some sort of safety net beneath her feet that would keep her from falling completely. A foolish decision she made -- whatever it was -- and now Golla was paying for it. Once is too much.

Watching him turn his back against her, Sarah felt she could finally regain herself without losing dignity. Taking one, final sob she cleared her throat and straightened herself out, eyes glaring upon the back of his head through dark tendrils. Sometimes she wondered what it would have been like if she took Jareth's offer a year ago -- sometimes she wondered if she made the mistake to herself for declining him. She did it all for Toby. But remembering those emotionless eyes moments ago -- staring upon her with mocking amusement -- she was reminded exactly why she didn't. There was nothing there but the written words of a storybook.

"Tell me the rules," she said softly, half-demanding and half-questioning. "Please."

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from: t_storyteller
date: Dec. 16th, 2005 11:07 pm (UTC)
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"Oh come, come," Jareth began, lowering his brows over his already narrow eyes in what could be described as a bored manner when Sarah began to weep. "Breaking so soon? The Labyrinth has barely begun and already you're weeping on your knees like the child we fought over last year. Chin up," he said, "it's embarrassing." That stated he turned around and began to walk away toward the exit of the castle.

When asked what the rules were he stopped and turned his head to look over the shoulder of his white cape with a smirk. "Do you honestly think I'd make it that easy?" He asked rhetorically, pivoting on his heels until he was once more facing her fully, his smirk arching back in more of a grin. "Alright then, to prove that I do for you, I'll tell you." He raised his hands to either side. "In these walls the rules are simple." His body began to fade from Sarah's sight as though he didn't even exist at all in her reality. "You make the rules. I make the punishments for breaking them."

Within moments the king's figure was gone from her sight, leaving nothing but the sun-stained walls of the castle's open hallway to her gaze, yielding to none other than the way out of the castle and into the gates of the Goblin City, of which it, too, looked completely empty. From what Sarah could tell, the city was, so far, the only thing that remained unchanged by Jareth's sadistic magic. At least she knew where the other gate leading out of the city was..

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 17th, 2005 09:13 am (UTC)
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Something untold flickered in Sarah's eyes for an instant. The words Jareth spoke did nothing but flood her mind with confusing thoughts, pieces trying to come together through the chaos that would not allow them to fit. She makes the rules? The thought itself made her inwardly scoff. If that was the case, she knew she wouldn't be here in the first place, and Golla wouldn't be .. facing whatever fate he was facing at the moment. "I don't underst --" her words remained unfinished, hanging in the dead air that the Goblin King left her alone in. Great. Alone again. She was beginning to see that it was another Jareth-spoken riddle that would remain unanswered until later.

Until then, she had to get out of this castle. Seeing the only exit left she bounded happily after it, only to be stopping herself once again.

The sight of the empty Goblin City was, to her, unwelcoming. Not even a chicken or rooster could be seen. Despite her better judgement she walked in, her thumping footsteps being the only voice to break the deafening silence that filled her ears. The familiarity of the unchanged city provided some comfort at least while she ventured in .... she knew exactly where to go judging by the faint silhouette of the city's gates looming not too far ahead. This is too easy though, she thought. It was too quiet.

"I smell trouble," she echoed, the same exact words she spoke one year ago when she came face to face with this place.

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