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SETTING: Goblin City

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Dec. 17th, 2005 | 01:58 pm
posted by: t_storyteller in its_onlyforever

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CHAPTER 2: A New Face to an Old World

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The sight of the entirety of Goblin City was nearly chilling. Every building that once housed one of the many little beasts that Sarah and her troupe had battled a year ago seemed to be completely empty. Dust rolled across the earthen streets. No sounds welcomed her ears while she strolled the avenues which only served to heighten her suspicious nervousness. As she had noticed, not even a single chicken plagued the sidewalks.

"This can't be right," she said aloud to herself and stopped at an intersection to look down each direction of road slowly, carefully hunting for any symbolance of life that might be able to answer a question for her yet there was none. "I've been here this long and have only seen one goblin," she noted, allowing a grin to slowly caress over her lips while she nodded her head, a thought manifesting between her ears. "Maybe that's what he meant," she said softly. "Maybe his kingdom has failed and now he has to rely on me. Maybe I really do make the rules!"

As though on cue an echoing, high pitched cry cut through the silent skies overhead that sunk into a gutteral sound, something that she could identify as a roar though to what animal she couldn't begin to comprehend. All she knew is that the sound immediately slew terrified adrenaline into her chest and she was compelled to quickly throw herself against the wall on the shady side of the nearest building, hurriedly covering her mouth to avoid screaming. Whatever that thing was, it was close. Her hazel eyes rolled skyward though the cloudless daylight overhead held no answer to her silently screaming question. After a moment of deciding whether to stay or run, she flashed her gaze over toward the intersection from which she'd just come only to see a massive shadow pass over, one so large she couldn't make out a definitive shape from where she stood. Again she cast her eyes skyward though whatever it was had already departed. Another call came out from the creature though this time it seemed to be getting farther away.

She stayed where she was against that wall. All she could tell is that it certainly wasn't like anything she'd encountered in the labyrinth the last time she had come. In moments she heard the creak of wooden shutters and began to look around, spotting the faces of goblins that'd been hiding within their dwellings each carefully peeking from their homes to look around the outer world. Once apparently deciding it was safe, they began to slowly, cautiously step out into the streets. Sarah began to thank her fortune for, from where she was standing, she'd not yet been seen.

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 18th, 2005 08:38 am (UTC)
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She couldn't stop her heart from pounding so loud. "What was that thing?" Sarah questioned quietly to herself as the goblins began stepping out of their homes, her attention immediatly swiveling upon them as she continued to keep herself hidden within the shadows. Whatever it was, it apparently has terrified the entire Goblin City, seeing the cautious look on their faces and how they've been hiding inside their homes the entire time she was prancing about. She didn't want to acknowledge it, but she was beginning to realize that she couldn't go any further without some sort of weapon. If that thing was around, who knows what else could be out there. Little by little the Labyrinth was beginning to express to her that it wasn't some sort of harmless fairytale she left it behind in ... what else could've changed?

I'm .. uh, I'm fine Sarah. Don't worry about me.

The last words Hoggle spoke suddenly whispered inside her mind, bringing up the last image of her friend. His eyes almost looked hollow, empty, and his face was so worn down. At the time she simply thought it was another weird mood swing of his, but now she was beginning to wonder if something happened. Something .. "Oh God," she choked out, panic beginning to course through her veins from the thoughts that began to wander. She had to find a way to find Hoggle -- he had to be somewhere within this maze. Ludo .... Sir Didymus. But she couldn't go anywhere if she just stood here.

By the time her eyes returned to the streets the goblins have already managed to return themselves to their normal schedules, with a mixture of some newer creatures that she has yet to have seen. It would've been so much better though if the expressions upon their features didn't scream caution and fear. Was Jareth doing anything to help them out? At all? "Got to find something to wear," she murmured, her eyes frantically searching for something that would conceal her. The goblins may have thought to be semi-harmless to her, but they could be angry at her for any sort of reason and there was enough to drive her completely out of the city. She didn't want to leave without protection.

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from: t_storyteller
date: Dec. 27th, 2005 11:51 am (UTC)
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The shadows weren't what Sarah would describe as particularly comforting. That which she did manage to find while she maneuvered from structure to structure was minimal at best, often leaving her crouching and waiting to wonder if she was concealed enough to avoid being seen by one of the many goblins passing down the street. She had managed to make it this far, however, so her confidence in her plan was growing, yet the question remained in the back of her head just how long she could get away with it.

It took a considerable amount of time to get out of the square and onto a street where there was less traffic. From where she stood she managed to identify it as some sort of business plaza judging by the pictures on the signs. One had what looked to be the carving of a shirt. Two buildings down from that was a sign in which was carved a sword and a shield. "Isn't that convenient," she thought to herself. "Now how am I going to get over and in there without being seen?"

The mission goals were in sight. There was the tailor and the blacksmith where she could find herself the costume she desired and the weapon she needed. The windows were closed and no smoke billowed from the chimneys, leaving her to wonder if the front doors at which she stared were even open. From where she stood she couldn't see the backs of the buildings, either. Out of the vague curiosity, she looked up at the building on which her shoulder rest and found a sign with the word 'Pub' etched into it. So that's where the sounds of festivities was coming from.

Now the only question was.. how was she going to pull this off?

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 29th, 2005 11:53 am (UTC)
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A plan began to form. She had to get across the street unnoticed. Just when she pursed her lips in deep thought a loud crash thundered inside the pub's walls, followed by the hoarse cacklings and laughter of the goblins and other creatures that rested inside. Seems like they were well on their way to having a good night, Sarah thought, which would be the perfect time to scan around the area. She creeped her way cautiously back into the shadows of the back streets where the back part of the pub remained, her eyes falling upon three already heavily drunk goblins laying upon the ground outside of the tiny door. Judging by the blank stares and faint gurgles they were either passed out or too drunk to even register that Sarah was actually there and not a figment of their imagination. Too close. What a relief!

"Dang 'em cheaps and their lumps of crystals! These things are absolutely useless!"

The abrupt outburst of a voice was enough to shake Sarah's attention away from the drunks and onto the blurred minature-sized windows of the pub. She licked her lips anxiously, lowering herself upon hands and knees so that she could peek inside one of the windows. Two goblins were there -- one with a beard and another who was slightly larger. It looked like she was female.

"I'm done wit' this, Tintin," the disgruntled smaller goblin continued as his dull fangs clenched. "If I dun' get some real rares that'll take me to 'em frappleberry patches, his Majesty don't get his frappleberry wine! And we all know how Jareth get's when he dun' get his wine."

"But they seem to be harder and harder to find nowadays with that menace hanging around," the female named Tintin frowned, holding nothing but annoyance in her tone.

"They're rares," stated the bearded goblin, lifting the crystal higher, "hard to find or not, it still don't change anything! These things grow around the Underground like weeds .. and we all know the only use these things carry is for the king's magic! Means nothin' to us lower types!" With that said and an angry huff, he turned himself toward to the side only to throw the 'useless' crystal through the window, violently shattering the fragile glass. Sarah ducked quickly for cover, covering her hands over her head while she winced when she felt the shards splash upon her back.

"BAH! Now look at what you did! You broke the --"

"USELESS!" the goblin repeated again, growling. "Nevermind the window. Grab a barrel and get back to work, Tin! We got customers a-waiting!"

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Dec. 29th, 2005 12:04 pm (UTC)
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Sarah waited until she could hear the pushing of the barrel and the door to the back room closing when the two made their departure to the main area of the pub. She sighed out, standing back upon her feet afterward. The thought of turning back around tickled at her but the faint glimmer of the crystal draws the girl to its direction, nearly hypnotizing her to pick the item up and putting it into one of her front pockets. "Never know if it'll come in handy," she said, patting the item gently that was placed near her breast. The window broke ... which means she could reach in and unlock the door -- easily. Noticing the remaining barrels inside, the plan that entered her mind previously was re-writing itself. She knew just what to do.

There was no hesitation. Quietly she marched up to the door, slipping one of her arms inside through the broken window to undo the lock from within. The next room was roaring loudly with the whines and complaints of the owner's new rule about 'crystals' -- leaving Sarah to successfully roll a barrel of fresh frappleberry without even being noticed. With only a soft complaint, she quickened as best as she could to push the barrel up and back into the side area of the pub where her two distinations lied; waiting for just the right moment to push the barrel as hard as she could into the streets to leave it rolling quickly on its own in the opposite direction. Still keeping crouched in the shadows, she silently prayed that her plan would work.

"FREE WINE!" she screamed out as loud as she could in her most scratchy, wannabe goblin voice.

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from: t_storyteller
date: Dec. 30th, 2005 10:30 am (UTC)
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Sarah had read about the running of the bulls ceremony that occurred anually in Barcelona, Spain; how the streets, crowded with people measured in the thousands, would run for their very lives from rampaging bulls that took to the streets once the gates were open. She'd never actually considered seeing it, however. Not until today. The barrel rolling haphazardly down the street had already captured the curious attention of those who still occupied the dry, dusty lane, and when the sound of 'free wine' rang out into the air, Barcelona is precisely what occurred. Every goblin with two legs and a beating heart went scrambling after the oaken keg with but one care in his or her mind: free drinks. Even the already sauced patrons of the pub piled and trampled over each other in a rush to get out the door in pursuit. This, in effect, allotted attention away from the girl who had concocted the devilish scheme.

"Free.. what?" came the voice of the already identified Tintin from above the hurried voices that was resonating from the street while the pair of goblins that'd been arguing inside the tavern peeked their heads out of the emptied doorway, one looking down the street and one looking up, then switching in perfect unison, then both directing their eyes toward the dogpile of goblins that had formed from the apparently overwhelming excitement of attaining as much from the wooden barrel as one could.

"Was this your brilliant idea?!" shot the lower goblin up at Tintin who looked down at her obnoxious companion. "ME?! What have I ever given away for free?! I want money!" On that note the pair began a verbal spat which soon escallated into a physical wrestling match on the front patio.

With a victorious grin on her face, Sarah confidently strode out into the street and quickly made her way across toward the tailoring store.

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Jan. 6th, 2006 11:48 am (UTC)
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Sarah wasted no time to get inside before the goblins outside could notice her. Luckily for her, the door was unlocked, and she crouched downward to goblin-height so that she could crawl herself safely through the tiny doorway. The first thing she noticed when she closed the door behind her, however, was how huge the store was; it was way larger than it actually appeared outside. And a lot more rich than her mind expected when her eyes finally saw the golden studs decorating throughout the room. "Damn," she frowned, now trying to see if she could find anything that would fit her but having no such luck, "everything here is goblin sized!" That, in fact, was her luck.

"Eh?!" a voice in the back room called. "What was that?"

Sarah jumped in surprised, and whipped around. Before she knew it there stood a goblin, smaller than her of course, with long ears and a long nose which she thought, at first, was a beak. She bit her lip nervously when she watched him put his overly large hands on his hips and eyeballing her in a very suspicious manner. "I, um ... I," she stuttered and he rolled his eyes. She didn't know what to say or do. She didn't want him to call for the other goblins outside.

"Oh .... gah!" he growled out suddenly, fanning one of his hands over his face. "You're human, aren't you?! You REEK!"

Sarah gasped out in shock. She didn't know which took her back the most -- the fact that he just now insulted her or the fact he didn't seem to consider her dangerous. "I .. what?"

"REEK!" the goblin repeated. He began to fan both his hands more frantically while he approached Sarah. "And that's only half of it, yuck! I don't know how you humans can live with yourselves! Get out of my shop!"

She didn't know what the goblin meant when he commented about her 'smell' because she couldn't smell anything. It didn't matter to her at that point, though, because she didn't walk in just to get insulted and get chased back out again. She had a mission. "Wait!" Sarah exclaimed, halting her steps so that she couldn't be pushed back any further. "I can't leave yet! I need something to wear. A cloak .. something to conceal ... anything!"

"I've got nothing of the sorts," the goblin answered sharply, "now GET OUT!"

"You're lying," Sarah accused, feeling exasperated. She realized it would take a little more than just talking to keep the goblin's attention; just like it took a little more to keep Hoggle's at first. She grinned knowingly. "Look, I didn't come all this way just to walk out empty handed. I tell you what ... if you give me something good to wear, I'll give you .." Patting herself on the back mentally for keeping her love for jewelry, she pulled off one of her plastic bracelets from her wrists and dangled it before him. The annoyance that was clouding the goblin's eye before suddenly switched to a spark of captivation. "This," she concluded.

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from: t_storyteller
date: Jan. 7th, 2006 10:50 pm (UTC)
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"Lying?!" Scoffed the goblin, apparently rather insulted, at the accusation. "I am a BUSINESSman! I do not LIE you smelly beast!" A mariad of incoherent cursings continued while Sarah concocted just how she was going to get her way in this scenario. When the bracelet was presented the goblin stared at it with a gleam in his eye. It lasted but a brief moment, though, for he was quick to turn his head away and cross his arms in front of his chest, attaining a rather childishly stubborn facade. "What interest have I in that?" He asked. "You called me a liar. HMF!"

Sarah rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh at the antics of the other. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" She said, holding the bracelet out a little farther. "You're a businessman and I'm a customer and I'm willing to pay so what's it matter what I am?" The goblin was left to consider this for a few moments, eyeing the offered payment with a sideward eye. With a grumbled sort of noise he stepped forward and snatched it out of Sarah's hand before walking away, examining it with sounds of interest and approval. Sarah stood herself back up.

"So are you going to help me?" She asked which prompted a backward wave of dismissal from the goblin. "Yes, yes, whatever," he answered. "Pick out what it is you want but you only get one item because I have to custom it for such an enormous creature like you!" Sara gaped at the continual insults that this goblin can't seem to unhinge. "I am not enormous," she deems in defense. "You're just small and hairy!"

This prompted what sounded like laughter from the goblin. "Yes yes fair enough I suppose. Go pick out your fabric but I warn you," he paused, causing Sarah to raise her eyebrows in question.

"I ain't got nuthin' that can hide that smell."

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Jan. 8th, 2006 08:54 am (UTC)
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"Let me worry about that part, okay?" Sarah grumbled. She thought it was quite ironic that a smelly creature like this goblin was continuing to comment on how 'stinky' she was. She never had a problem before; neither Ludo, Sir Didymus, or even Hoggle ever told her she had some sort of stench lingering about her. She was guessing it might be because of the heightened sense the goblin carried with his overly long nostrils, that and maybe fresh smelling things like flowers and spring air was smelly to him. She could never underestimate how turned around the Underground could be sometimes.

"Well?!" the goblin barked ever so rudely, interrupting Sarah's thoughts. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to pick something out? I got other things to tend to, you know!"

A sharp glare was given to the goblin from Sarah, but only for a minute, before she began to do just what he asked for. One by one did she inspect the fabrics that were being offered; some black, some brown, some smooth as cotton and others that were scratchy and frilly. The one that caught her eye, however, was the expensive looking fabric lingering inside the darkness way out of Sarah's reach. It looked like some sort of black velvet fabric with a hemming of sterling silver. She grinned approvingly, in awe of what was there. It looked like something Jareth would wear ...

The goblin tailor caught her eyeing his prized piece. "Nono! No-ho-ho!" he immediatly said with a firm shake of his head as he scurried as fast as he could to tuck the fabric back a little deeper and out of sight. "That isn't for sale! That is reserved only for the king himself. I gots to keep it just for him for the special occassion."

Sarah frowned, considering what he just said. She didn't want to put any other goblins in danger just because of her ignorance. But a 'special occassion' ...? "Fine," she sighed, waving her hand toward the black cotton-looking fabric. She wanted something smooth. "I'll go with that one, then."

"Wise choice," the tailor approved, his long fingers curling around the fabric that was chosen and yanking it down to him. It took only a breath before he was at his working table and started working, looking toward Sarah every now and then as if to inspect her while he was trimming and sewing the soon-to-be-clothes. It almost seems like it's second nature, Sarah thought quietly as she observed, like he's been doing this his entire life.

"So ..." she said, trying to seem as casual as possible. "What is this .. 'special occassion' you mentioned?"

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from: t_storyteller
date: Jan. 13th, 2006 09:43 am (UTC)
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"That's none of your business," the goblin answered with little thought put behind his statement. "You wanna know? Go ask him." Grumbling with frustration that this tall thing keeps talking to him while he's trying to work, the tailor resumes slicing and shaping the fabric that Sarah had selected. Contrary to the reason behind his frustration, he doesn't even notice himself rambling. "Everyone wants to know what the king is doing. Jareth this and Jareth that. Come to my store with your questions like I'm supposed to be some friend of his? Bah." Sarah wasn't certain if it was she to whom the goblin was talking or if he was simply blowing off steam to nobody in particular.

"Hold still," he ordered while what looked to be some crude form of tape measure was brought over to where Sarah stood, the end of which soon being offered upward. "Hold this at the top of your forehead. Right where that.. fur meets your face." Sarah complied with a disapproving smirk on her lips. How dare he refer to her long dark silken hair as 'fur'. "Oooh you're a tall one, aren't you. Mm yes just right for the king," the tailor stated absently and then yanked the tape measure free from Sarah's grasp. It wasn't long before he was again behind his tables, working away in silence, seeming to be ignoring the fact that the girl was still in his shop. That is, until, he finally made it a point to look up at her again.

"Well are you going to stand there and watch me make this thing stitch for stitch?" He asked, though didn't wait for an answer. "No! No, we're not! We're going to leave the store now and come back later when it's done. This is going to take time! Quality takes patience!" He hugged the fabric to him and turned away as though it were some secret to be defended from Sarah's prying gaze. "Don't you have something else to do to pass the time?"

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Jan. 15th, 2006 08:28 am (UTC)
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Her brows furrowed as the goblin's protective grasp held onto the cloth tighter. We'll never get anywhere like this, Sarah thought.

"Actually, I do," she answered quickly before stepping back to the door. "I've got one more thing that needs to be done. I'll be back soon." The only thing she could hear before stepping outside and closing the door was the grunting reply from the tailor, causing her to snort in disgust in return. She's never met so many rude people at once in her entire life! Well, living creatures at least, she corrected herself. She couldn't help but think on the things he said, though. Such things as 'just right for the king' and 'the special occasion'. What was he talking about? Putting two and two together, she froze. No. No. Even THAT was too cliche, especially for one like Jareth.

Thoughts broken, she watched the same barrel she pushed earlier roll down the hill in the opposite direction, still followed by the parade of desperate looking goblins that didn't even bother to look her way. She shook her head, chortling. Never once were they ever described to be intelligent. "Now then," she said while a deep breath of fresh air was taken in, "I have the clothes. Now I just need to get the weapon." Eyes turning to the building at her side, she smiled. She remembered the signs before she walked across the street. The sign with the shape of the shirt was the tailor, of course, so the shield and sword had to be either a blacksmith or some sort of weapon store. Walking to the entrance, her hand reached down and once again she finds the door unlocked. Very convenient, indeed!

"Hello?"

The door creaked faintly as it was open wide. Just like the other store, the inside was a lot bigger than what it appeared on the outside, and the warmth radiating within welcomed Sarah despite the lack of response. Closing the door, she took in on what surrounded her. The weapons that were lying about and hung were carefully assembled. If she knew exactly what half of them were, she wouldn't doubt that they were even in alphabetical order. The only thing that seemed to waver her somewhat from what she thought was a flawless picture was the cobwebs clinging to each weapon. Each of them looked untouched quality wise, but they really, really looked untouched for a number of years.

"Hello?!" she tried to call out again, this time a little louder.

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from: t_storyteller
date: Jan. 16th, 2006 11:25 pm (UTC)
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No words came to reciprocate the greeting that Sarah had used to test the occupancy status of the store. Overall, it did appear empty. There were few actual displays of crudely made swords, slings, cannonballs, and other various accessories that one would assume used for specific types of armament. Otherwise the majority of items were housed haphazardly in racks or placed in empty barrels much in the fashion of some medival pawn shop. Sarah couldn't find herself too impressed by the way this store was organized. It did differ greatly from the tailor's shop from which she'd just come.

Her eyes scanned from scabbard to scabbard, ignoring the barrel of wine and pursuing stampede of goblins that raced down the road on the other side of the small window by which she stood. A couple tentative steps were taken onto the dusty floorboard that creaked now and then when her soft shoe sole pressed on it. Using only a couple fingers she only briefly sifted through a few of the swords here and there, finding no difference between them. Not to mention she didn't care too much for weaponry. If there was something specific she might have been looking for, she wasn't sure what it would be. Suddenly she found herself regretting not being able to pursue Golla's request when she was back in the castle.

Something near the back of the shop caught her eye and she straightened up, narrowing her eyes and tilting her head while curiosity quickly settled in. It was a large object; larger than her at least, over which was draped in a white sheet or blanket. There was really no shape to it, almost as though there was some pile of something underneath there. Perhaps she shouldn't touch it. Maybe she should just grab something and leave before the owner returns...

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Jan. 17th, 2006 09:06 am (UTC)
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Her curiousity always had the best of her, be it above or in the Underground, and she always considered it to be one of her biggest flaws. She even tried to fool herself by swaying her gaze elsewhere; making intuitive hums and noises during her attempts to interest herself into the other items laying about. Tapping one, dusty sword, she grunted in displeasure. They may have been untouched, but they were also extremely dull. None of these will protect her from a creature that was as massive as the one she saw earlier! "This isn't going to do," Sarah stated with disappointment, her sight switching back to the oh-so-tempting cloth that covered whatever items that were hidden underneath it's protective cover. Stupid hidden whatever-that-thing-is, she cursed herself, biting her lower lip.

Just turn around, Sarah ...

"No," she sighed out, admitting her own defeat. "I can't."

If she's ever going to make it out of the Labyrinth, she might as well jump in the water and learn how to swim. It's exactly what she did when she was within the 'shaft of hands'. They gave her the oppurtunity to go back up but instead she decided that she might as well go down since she was already pointed that way. She couldn't see anything else in the store that had any promise. "Just in case," she smirked, grabbing the closest sword and gripping it tightly.

Even I know better than to feel that optimistic, she was thinking while her hand reached for the blanket and slowly began to peel it off ..

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from: t_storyteller
date: Jan. 19th, 2006 07:53 am (UTC)
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As the blanket was pulled off by Sarah, more and more of what was beneath is revealed. At first it's hard for the young girl to make out exactly what was being undisclosed until closed eyelids of a face were identified. When the light hit the face of an apparent older.. somebody.. he blinked several times and jerked to consciousness, apparently having been startled.

"Ohhh, I say, young lady!" The elder spoke with a slow, dry voice from behind a fluffy white mustache that fell clear down to the floor. Whatever this guy was, he certianly wasn't goblin. He was too big and too old. "Don't you know it's rude to wake people up when they're trying to sleep? For shame!"

He threw the rest of the blanket off of himself and revealed that he was sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest which would, most likely, explain why the ceiling is a considerable distance from the floor. He doesn't rise yet, instead rubs his neck a little. "Ooh sleeping in this room gives an old man such a crick in the neck." It's at that point that he notices the sword held in Sarah's hand.

His eyes switch from the weapon to the girl before his brows lower in challenging anger. "I do hope, for your sake, you're not planning on following a life of thievery..."

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date: Jan. 19th, 2006 12:09 pm (UTC)
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Sarah was stunned. She wasn't expecting someone to be sleeping underneath there. Half of her, however, was thankful that she was able to discover someone inside the store but then the other half screamed in shock as her mouth remained open slightly while she began taking in the size of what was before her. "I'm .. I'm so sorry," she apologized, not intending her voice to come out as cracked as it was. The fear that already struck her heightened even more when she watched his eyes narrow toward her beneath a pair of fluffy caterpillar eyebrows. He didn't sound too happy. Maybe the sword wasn't a good idea?

"OH!" she exclaimed when he regarded her about the weapon she carried, dropping the sword immediatly soon after and shoving her hands behind her back. She winced toward the loud clang that followed. "No, sir! I just ... I just didn't know what was underneath your blanket. You can't be too careful nowadays, you know." Which was, luckily, the truth. She never intended to run off with the weapon. Her real reason was because it was too dull and rusty for her tastes, but that? She thought it would be best to leave that small note out.

"Especially with things like that menace flying about," Sarah added quickly, remembering the words that the female goblin spoke of outside. "I actually came in here to purchase one of your weapons. To be honest, though," her eyes shifted toward the ones nearest to her, "they all seem kind of .... uh," she began to frantically search for a word that maybe wouldn't insult the elder, "weak?"

The girl remained still, meanwhile wanting to bite her own tongue off. She still awaited for the giant's reaction.

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from: t_storyteller
date: Jan. 19th, 2006 11:47 pm (UTC)
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The elder's eyes narrowed when the girl regarded the weapon in her grasp and a low pitched hum fled forth from his voice. "Can't be too careful, indeed," he said and began to shift in effort to stand up until she mentioned something about a menace.

"Menace, you say?" The man questioned, resettling back into his sitting posture. "I know nothing of this.. menace, for words of new things travels slowly around these parts. I know, though, that no matter what the trouble, my weapons are of the highest quality! Make no mistake, young lady, for it's not what is outside that dictates the abilities of certain things, it's what's contained within the bows and ribbons that determines how victorious you are."

Sarah's next statement finally makes the man stand to his full height. It does take a minute for him to acheive this goal, but when he does, he's towering over Sarah by a considerable several feet.

"WEAK, are they?" The man's voice booms. Even if they do uphold a homeless-person ambiance to them, whoever this individual is seems to have taken offense by that statement. "My DEAR human friend, you, of all, should know what is truely -weak- in nature." One insult for an other, it seems. "I.. do not make weak weapons. My works are those belonging to the greatest swordsmith in time. If you dislike my work so much, custom order something. Do not make presumptions."

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from: nopowerover_me
date: Jan. 20th, 2006 10:16 am (UTC)
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The insult about her being 'weak' struck a very fine nerve within Sarah, but she continued to bite her tongue, like always. Besides, not much could be said by the way he loomed over her, making her feel like the little bug that needed to be squashed. At that moment, maybe that's what she deserved. He seemed like a wise, elderly man and she just insulted his work which could be something he worked very hard on. She knew she didn't enjoy it when her stepmother criticized by the way she recited the scenes in her books. "I shouldn't have said that. It was ... wrong of me to assume," she frowned, trying her hardest to sound sincere which was proving to be difficult by the way her voice shook.

For it's not what is outside that dictates the abilities of certain things, it's what's contained within the bows and ribbons that determines how victorious you are.

Is that a different way of saying 'not to judge a book by it's cover'? The words confused her, knowing there's more depth than just that, but she figured she got the main part of it. Sighing with the guilt fluttering inside of her throat, she leaned herself down to pick up the sword she dropped earlier and placing it back upon the table, but not without brushing it off first from the dust and previous cobwebs that continued to cling to it even after its first removal. Not even realizing at first her eyes couldn't help but fall upon the others briefly, still dusty and still dirty from being untouched for so long. Why does this place look so abandoned, she questioned only to herself. It was a bit ... depressing.

Turning her gaze back to the giant, she smiled softly. "Will you allow me to make it up to you by purchasing one of your weapons? It would be my honor."

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date: Jan. 21st, 2006 04:40 pm (UTC)
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"Oh who am I kidding?" The elderly man said aloud after his tirade had subsided and he sat himself back down again in the same fashion which Sarah had found him. His defensive, scolding features had yielded to not so much a sadness, yet still a disappointing aire. "I haven't made a decent weapon in centuries. Why do you think everything is rusted and seemingly useless? Because they are like their maker and should be kept under a sheet just as he is." A rumbled sigh exerpts from his lungs.

"Ever since that beast came from the Valley of Holes," he continues, lowering his eyebrows. "Nay a goblin or smith can attain decent marketable materials with which to forge our wares." Suggesting 'centuries', it leaves Sarah to wonder if she really was gone only a year. Jareth had told her such, so maybe this beast thing was here all the time, she'd simply missed it during her last adventure? A stroke of luck, she'd consider it.

"Pass me my sheet if you please, young lady," the man asked, motioning a spindly arm toward the large white cloth, "and take whatever it is you wish. They're not worth the payment you might offer for them anyway."

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date: Jan. 23rd, 2006 02:32 am (UTC)
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A small part of her wanted to be angry for being right from the beginning, but then she started listening to his sad story. Guilt and sympathy, that's what she felt. Even with the harsh words he said to her earlier she still couldn't hold it against him. Sarah couldn't imagine being in his position, nevertheless to be in it for centuries, which would probably make her just as cranky if not more. How could these goblins endure the abuse for so long?

"I don't understand," she expressed while picking up the tattered sheet and thoughtfully rubbing it between her thumb and index finger. "What is this 'beast' exactly? Why doesn't Jare -- I mean, the king. Why doesn't he do anything about it?" She had to know, or at least ask, because she didn't understand why nothing was being done when the King of Goblins himself could change time with a flick of the wrist. Surely one creature couldn't be a problem, could it? Why was Jareth so persistant on making her life difficult instead of trying take care of the problems within his own kingdom?

With clenched teeth and the powerful will to keep herself from asking further questions, she handed the blanket back to the elder. The entire situation made Sarah want to take matters into her own hands. Maybe I could, she thought idly to herself. There was no time limit and it wasn't like she had a little brother that needed saving. It was only her now. This was her story, not Toby's. For now she didn't understand why, especially since the creatures within the Goblin City caused her nothing but annoyance and grief, but she wanted to help.

Her lips curled into a knowing smile. "I might be able to help," she said, "I don't know how ... but I want to."

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date: Jan. 23rd, 2006 11:19 pm (UTC)
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"Mmmm..." the old man echoed a hum as he took the sheet back from Sarah and quietly pondered the questions she had. "The king cannot do anything about it," he states, nimble fingers folding the sheet bit by bit. "The creature rivals his majesty's power blow for blow. That is why it still exists, and has existed in the farthest reaches of the Labyrinth for centuries. The stories and rumors are many, but none have been proven, and those who set out to dispatch the beast have never come back. What is it, you ask?" The slow speaking man took a deep breath and set the sheet back on his lap.

"Nobody is certain. It can take many forms from the largest your imagination can conjure to smaller than your eye can see. It's power is unknown except that, if the king can't get rid of it, it's certainly something that stays on the back of his mind. It's a bothersome wretch, terrorizing our city and forcing us into hiding, keeping our army's numbers small so it remains difficult to defend against it. It hunts our food and our supplies until we're forced to barely survive off of the cheap materials we do have." He motioned with a dismissive back handed wave toward his collection of swords.

When the offering of assistance came from the girl, the man tilted his head up and half laughed, half coughed from the amusing thought. "You, young lady? Perform a feat that armies have failed? A good heart, have you, but do not confuse bravery with stupidity. You're ill equipped and certainly uneducated to face this monstrosity. No," he shook his head, "parish the thought. Best to simply let life go on as is. Time changes everything and patience, my dear, is the key to victory. It has to make a mistake eventually."

With that, he pulled the sheet up and over his head, once more assuming the chair-like object that had been present upon Sarah's arrival. He did give her access to anything she wanted in the store and it certainly didn't sound like he wanted payment for it. Perhaps, she thought, she should take advantage of that.

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date: Jan. 25th, 2006 08:42 am (UTC)
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Sarah swallowed hard, her thoughts searching for a picture that could measure up to the beast that was described to her. She never thought it was possible that something could exist within the Labyrinth and be as powerful as the Goblin King. That detail, normally, would have gotten the girl worried; but the one little thing that disturbed her the most was the fact that she would never know if that 'thing' was in front of her or not. Knowing her luck, it'd be a pebble she'd kick or a branch she might accidentally break. Whatever it will be, she somehow had the feeling that if she has another encounter with it the next time, it will more than likely be something she'd least expect.

The girl shuddered involuntarily. Even with the fit of laughter that escaped the elder's lips, it still felt as if a spider crawled up her spine. One of the things that many have learned when they dealt with her was to never say she couldn't do something. Perhaps all odds were against her, and her plan of seeking the beast out herself was tossed away into the garbage, but the idea of somehow overcoming it still remained at the back of her mind. She surely had no intent of finding that out herself; if she could get through the Labyrinth without running into it, she was going to keep it that way. But ... maybe ....

Sighing, Sarah shook her head, pushing every idea beneath the layers of more important problems she had to deal with. She'll cross that bridge when she comes to it.

"Thank you for everything," she said to the giant, who did nothing more but sleepily grunt underneath the sheet. She smiled gently as she turned her eyes back to the weapons laid out before her, wondering which one she should take to assist her journey. She knew she had to be careful on her decision because she wasn't exactly strong, which only left room for one weapon. Looking carefully, the swords were either too big, too small, or just plain unworkable. The other weapons she just wasn't exactly sure on how to use them ...

Just when she thought she had to settle with one of those, her gaze briefly notices a sword at the corner of her eye. It was placed pretty far back upon one of the tables but it didn't take much time before Sarah found it within her grip. It was strong and light, as if it was made just for her. "Not exactly top shape," she noted while examining it, "but I think this can do."

Satisfied, she placed the sword into her belt, and quickly jogged her way out the door and back into the tailor shop where she could hear the goblin still at work. She didn't exactly know how much time she had left before the goblins returned from their free booze hunting.

"Well?" she asked him.

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date: Jan. 30th, 2006 11:16 pm (UTC)
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"AAAH!" The goblin expressed and nearly leapt from his seat behind the makeshift sewing machine that was run by nothing short of two chickens on a treaded wheel attatched to a belt that operated the machine. "Good lordy, lady, don't ever sneak up on somebody like that! You're liable to kill them!" Now disgruntled - again - the goblin muttered to himself while he walked toward the wall and pulled down some clothes. He tossed the first one at Sarah, its make being a black cotton cloak with a hood and a soft metal clasp at the neck. "It's not my finest work but you're too big and fat." The goblin chuckled quietly. "It'll make you smell better, though!"

The second thing he gave her was made of an off-white colored fabric that'd been attatched to a dark green tunic underneath what seemed to be a cross between a low-cut ballroom dress and.. a miniskirt? Sarah looked at it and shook her head with a look of disbelief on her face, particularly from the laces that served to be the only thing holding the low cut medival bodice together at the neck. "No way am I wearing this!"

"Ahh but you will if you want to blend in!" The goblin corrected, holding up one long, bony finger. "Yes, yes! You will fit in, smell nicely, and that is fashioned so you may fight without restrictions! Take off those tight things and change at once so I can make sure it fits properly. Go on! The fitting room is there." He pointed toward a changing screen near the back of the store, adding, "I don't know what you're complaining about. It certainly won't be complimenting for you."

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date: Feb. 14th, 2006 10:03 am (UTC)
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Sarah wanted to shove the outfit back into the tailor's face and demand the goblin to make her another piece, but she knew she didn't have the time to do so. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she scowled in miserable obedience with a loud, disapproving sigh while her steps carried her to the fitting area despite her better judgement. Never once in her life was she ever caught dead wearing a skirt that short. Maybe once when she was nine years old, but that was Halloween and even then she was dressed up as Tinker Bell from Peter Pan. That was pure innocence. The outfit she was about to put on simply looked like it came out from some pervert's renaissance fantasy.

Maybe not so much, Sarah thought as she inspected the fabric further. But it was pretty damn close. She knew her father would flip his lid if he ever caught her wearing something like this.

After a few cursings, mumbles, and other grumbling noises, Sarah finally managed to put the outfit on. She couldn't exactly see herself since there were no mirrors, but her first surprise was on how well it fit and how comfortable it felt against her skin. The only thing she didn't enjoy was the naked feeling she was getting upon her legs. Even when she wore her costumes she would always make sure to wear her jeans underneath. Unfortunately, when she it tried with this outfit, she just looked downright ridiculous.

"Well come now! Let me see you!"

"Hold on!" she annoyingly called back to the tailor who awaited anxiously at the other side. With the final touches made to her cloak and her items carefully placed into her pouch, she at least felt a little better now that she was somewhat covered. "There," she announced, stepping out.

A prideful grin spread over the goblin's lips when he beheld her, as though he were an artist looking upon a masterpiece. "It's perfection," he stated with gleamed eyes.

"Really?" Sarah asked hopefully.

The goblin must've seen that tender look in Sarah's eyes, and to that, he snorted. "Not you," he growled, "the outfit!"

For a minute there Sarah thought he was complimenting her. "Of course," she muttered, her tone once again growing annoyed. The feeling of resentment that hung upon her so heavily before was quickly returning. Figuring she already made her payment to the tailor, the girl makes her quick retreat, but not without stopping first when her feet stepped upon the doorway. Before her departure, she turned back around to look at the tailor and offered a sincere, "Thank you! You can keep the clothes." Then, without another thought, she stepped back out into the sunlight.

The tailor held up Sarah's denim jeans and, with an inspecting eye, looked over the alien fabric. ".... what am I going to do with this crap?!"

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