❦ 01 [Voice]

[truthinmylies]

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!]

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[truthinmylies]

[A curious response that, one that's being filed away for consideration later. Such venom would surely be useful -- strong emotions always were -- but it remains to be seen how. There's a moment's pause before Jareth responds, in that carefully neutral voice again -- with the slightest hint of careful patience, in the manner one would address a slow child.]

And has anyone in this place asked them?

[sunstormed]

[There is a spark of irritation in his own voice; a faint sigh.]

Few seem inclined to speak with them beyond demands to be returned home. I myself avoid them after personal experiences. The Guardian dances around many of our questions and disappears for great lengths of time. He has power but seems distracted and pulled away too often to speak with us when we deem fit to make the attempt towards him.

[truthinmylies]

[Again with that careful patience, and perhaps a tiny hint of hauteur.]

Perhaps you're not approaching it in the right way. These things aren't to be handled slapdash.

[sunstormed]

Of course not! But that doesn't stop people from making demands! There are few of us who want to be here, after all.

[Your face.]

[truthinmylies]

[There's a rather put-upon sigh; really, from the conversation so far, this place didn't seem a far cry from his subjects Underground, at least as far as competency in diplomatic relations was concerned.]

Be that as it may, there are methods to these things. Procedures, if you will.

[And the horse the Erlkönig you rode in on!]

[sunstormed]

I am well aware of that. I didn't come by the name Ambassador without learning a few things.

[So there.]

But when so many are taken so suddenly and those who have the will are not inclined to answer even the most seemingly genial of people, it does grate on the nerves. This place is far more dangerous than it looks at times, and I think some are just now learning that for themselves.

[truthinmylies]

Then clearly you have more to learn.

[Whatever.]

But you said that you were dealing with the fae. They do not follow the rules you are likely used to.

[sunstormed]

Of course I do.

[And he means it. He knows he's young and has a great deal to learn.]

...You know of them. What sort of rules do they follow then, beyond their own?

[truthinmylies]

At least you admit it.

[That's more than most people Jareth has encountered will do, after all.]

Of course I do. Our customs aren't readily shared with others.