Within the Labyrinth, Saturday Morning

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After a few hours of sleep, it's time to get going again. Everyone needs to be rescued by this evening, or Jareth gets to keep them all forever! And since this is Team Distraction, it's time to get very loud and very obvious. If everyone in the Labyrinth is focused on what you're up to, the other team will have a much easier time slipping by the goblins and rescuing your friends. So, start smashing things! Sing at the top of your lungs! Be a general nuisance all around the Labyrinth!

Of course, being a distraction usually means being bait. And being bait almost always means being in danger.

But you can handle it! Right?


[For Team Distraction! If any of you need an NPC, please, visit us over at this post and we'll send somebody by as soon as we can!]

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Re: Stop!

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"Mmm-mmm."

Childish and stubborn! Like a real champ!

The knocker with the ring in his ears was just going to laugh and laugh and then laugh some more. Because this was the most entertainment he'd gotten in about twenty years.

Re: Stop!

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Childish and stubborn! Like, say, someone who was arguing with a door knocker. That counted.

"Are you laughing at me?" Rinoa asked the second knocker. Which would be very helpful, since it had been established that that was the thoroughly deaf one.

"This labyrinth is stupid, and I'm tired, and my friends are missing, and maybe you two shouldn't piss me off because I have powers you can't even imagine and if you don't like the knockers where they are now, I promise you I can shove them places that will make you pray for your own deaths."

There were, of course, several problems with that. One being that half the intended audience wouldn't hear it. Another, her powers didn't work in here, and a third, they were disembodied heads that served as knockers. They didn't really have a further anatomy to threaten.

This did not stop Rinoa from glaring and hoping it worked, anyway.

Re: Stop!

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Oh such a difficult decision to make! Another two decades with a ring in his mouth, or facing the ire of a little girl who got cute little dimples at the sides of her mouth when she was angry?

If the knocker had hands, it would be pinching Rinoa's cheeks.

"Mmmmmmmm... Mmm-mmm."

"Mumble mumble mumble, that's all I hear," the other knocker added, just in-case nobody had gotten the point about his deafness just yet.

Re: Stop!

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And, sadly, that left her all out of ideas. Well, useful ideas, anyway. Ripping the knocker out of the other one's head was an idea, but it wasn't useful, because that was metal and that was not going to work.

"I hate you both," Rinoa announced, flopping onto the ground with her arms folded. Because now was as good a time as any for the princess to be a brat, apparently.

She wasn't giving up. She'd think of something. She just needed a minute to sulk regroup.