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truthinmylies) wrote2010-08-02 11:35 pm
truthinmylies) wrote2010-08-02 11:35 pm
❦ 01 [Voice]
Rowan. Always a curious material, is it not?
[The voice, warm and rich, contains a hint of carefully-crafted amusement -- a strange reaction to waking in a strange land, perhaps, but Jareth is not one to be outwardly honest about his thoughts and feelings.]
If course, there is the fact that I don't remember having an appointment with anyone who favored it. Now, I may have forgotten with all of the excitement lately, but a simple reminder would have done just as well, don't you agree?
[There are a few soft noises: the sounds of someone standing, brushing himself off, and putting his clothing in order. Then there is the soft clink of what almost sounds like glass and another chuckle.]
That's much better. Now, it's time for you to come out of hiding, isn't it? I don't like to be kept waiting.
[ooc: probably should have noted this when I first posted, but tags are fitted around my work schedule, so apologies if they come at weird times or with long pauses between!]
[The voice, warm and rich, contains a hint of carefully-crafted amusement -- a strange reaction to waking in a strange land, perhaps, but Jareth is not one to be outwardly honest about his thoughts and feelings.]
If course, there is the fact that I don't remember having an appointment with anyone who favored it. Now, I may have forgotten with all of the excitement lately, but a simple reminder would have done just as well, don't you agree?
[There are a few soft noises: the sounds of someone standing, brushing himself off, and putting his clothing in order. Then there is the soft clink of what almost sounds like glass and another chuckle.]
That's much better. Now, it's time for you to come out of hiding, isn't it? I don't like to be kept waiting.
[ooc: probably should have noted this when I first posted, but tags are fitted around my work schedule, so apologies if they come at weird times or with long pauses between!]
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[Sitting up on one of the trees is a young man. Or perhaps he's an old man. It's difficult to tell; his form ripples and shifts, like sunlight dancing off of a river.
He springs from his perch, landing lightly on nimble feet.]
A puck never hides, m'lord! He loiters with intent, true, not hiding? Why, if people simply looked closely, he'd be in plain sight!
[He folds himself into a bow.]
But if he were to hide from the awe-inspiring Goblin King, would you blame him?
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Perhaps I would; perhaps I would not. That would depend entirely on how much information he would impart, and how few tricks he would apply in doing so.
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[Rank and power mean very little to the Puck. His grin is mischievous, eyes glinting with a wicked little light.]
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[Still, the Puck is an amusing creature, for what it was -- all Fae were, really, and even Jareth himself played his own games.]
But since he seems to feel generous, it would be rude indeed to not take him up on his offer.
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Ho ho ho! I'd know better than to pull a fast one on you, Lord Jareth!
[He folds himself into another bow, all flamboyance and twirling hands.]
You know my lady, my lord; she's as fickle as she's ever been! Perhaps she wished to talk to you and simply... neglected to mention it! She has rather a lot on her mind!
[He looks up, winks at Jareth, and slyly adds:]
... But that's just between you and me, here and now, mm?
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[Jareth simply nods in acknowledgement at the bow; it is fitting for one in his station to receive. But it is not reciprocated, though the Puck does hold his attention.]
Have I not answered an invitation when she has sent them in the past? Really, if she wanted my presence, she could have but asked!
[He is slightly incensed as he speaks, and takes a calming breath after the last word, composing himself once more.]
So between you and me, what has been on her mind lately?
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She's fallen in love.
[His grin stretches.]
Now I know what you're thinking, you're thinking: [And his voice changes, a near perfect parody of Jareth's own] 'What else is new? She falls in and out of love like a streams slips in and out of waterfalls.' But! [And his tone changes again while he holds up a hand.]
But!
She only got half of what she wanted! And you know how she feels about halves.
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[It was statement more than question, Jareth's face reflecting his displeasure. For he was well-acquainted with the fickle nature of the queen's affections (though, to be fair, it was a case of kettle and pot, as he could just just as fickle -- not that he would admit it, of course!).]
Did she now? [His frown deepens; he thinks he knows where the Puck is going with this one.] And who, pray tell, is the lucky bachelor?
[His voice clearly shows that he already suspects the answer.]
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For a moment, the air tightens, becoming more tense around the Temple...
And then Puck whispers, loud enough to carry:]
That's gossip, m'lord! You wouldn't be asking a Puck to gossip, would you?
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Ah, but I had hoped for information, my dear Puck. If all you have is gossip, well then... [He turned on a bit of the scorn usually aimed for the goblins.] ...I suppose I had best seek out another informant, hmm?
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But m'lord, surely you've figured it out? A flighty queen fighting over mortals with a half-hearted guardian?
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[Jareth laughs, a sound both cruel and musical; it reflects, perhaps, the shifting natures within him, within the Puck, within many of the Fae -- and within their Queen. His amusement is great; he wonders if, perhaps, this little excursion from his plans will not be worth the entertainment.]
But whatever could have possibly happened to the other half, hmm?
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[But there's a smile there, a wicked, knife's edge of a thing, and the Puck rights himself, twirling his hands like an acrobat expecting applause.]
I know as little as you, and speculate perhaps as much.
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[Jareth grants that applause in his own way, with an indulgent chuckle; quite the opposite of his previous laughter, it is a sound of the type shared with a co-conspirator, one that says 'we're in this together.' For they are, for now; he'll humor the Puck - it never ends well to annoy such a master trickster -- and hope that, for his trouble, a hint or two might be dropped his way, either now or in the future.]
My dear Puck, I think you know more than you let on, but I also think it your own prerogative. You've given me quite a bit to consider though, and I do thank you for generous insights. Pray tell, this place, this Demeleier -- what meaning has it to the Queen? Has she not other realms more fair and foul?
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[He taps his chin thoughtfully.]
You know me, King Jareth; I've spirited away many a baby and left a changeling to look out with old eyes from a young face, and I've never once apologized for doing so, and I've never once answered to anyone for doing it.
[Something Jareth should know, and something Jareth should be able to relate to.]
My Queen is much the same.
Now, imagine someone started interfering with that.