In Jareth's Castle, Saturday Afternooon

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Well... That hadn't gone quite as planned. The right words have been said, and Jareth has simply laughed in the faces of our would-be rescuers. What now? Three challenges? That wasn't in any of the clues! Play fair, Goblin King!

Then again, saying, "It isn't fair" never really seems to do anybody any good in here anyhow, does it? Drat.

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Re: The Final Test

[icecoldfrost]

"Queen, huh?" It was getting easier and easier to focus through the fog, and Emma managed to give Jono a wobbly grin. "Does that make you one of my knights?"

Re: The Final Test

[furnaceface]

There were worse things to be than a knight, Jono supposed. But if it meant that this Emma was going to try to put him into the tight red uniform of Generation X, too, then he was going to ask for demotion to jester.

Knight in shining leather, he mused. Just so long as you don't expect me to ride a horse. I'm bloody terrible with horses.

They could substitute for a motorbike. He knew what he was doing with one of those, at least.

Re: The Final Test

[icecoldfrost]

"There is nothing wrong with leather," she retorted, tiredly. Look at what she's wearing, Jono. LOOK AT IT. Emma was wearing the corset and leather pants as if she had been born to wear them. "Or horses. I liked horses, when I was a kid."

Re: The Final Test

[furnaceface]

Honestly, now. From this close up, it was difficult to miss what she was wearing. You'd think he'd be used to it because of Miss Frost back in Massachusetts, but on this Emma, it was kind of new and novel.

No horses here, luv. What do you say we head back, away from this place? At least Fandom's got th'stables.

Re: The Final Test

[icecoldfrost]

"Are you going to let me teach you how to ride a horse?"

Somehow, that seemed important, but Emma needed to hold on to something to tell her that she was needed outside these walls. Wanted. That this wasn't just some trick designed to make her hide further inside herself.

Re: The Final Test

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded a little. If that was what it took? Certainly.

And mock me when it throws me on my arse, every time.

He was going to be mocked a lot.

He hesitated for a moment, and then added, And... possibly teach me how to control my power... better than I do.

It wasn't horses, but it was certainly more real, wasn't it?

Re: The Final Test

[icecoldfrost]

It was more real, and Emma squeezed his hand back, the crystal falling, forgotten, from her lap as she tried to stand up.

"I think I want to go home, now. If only to laugh at you."

"...and I want that bit about your powers in writing, Starsmore."

Re: The Final Test

[furnaceface]

That was almost a smile, pulling at the corners of Jonothon's eyes. He stood, holding out his other hand as well, to help her to her feet.

That can be arranged, too. C'mon, luv. Let's get out of this place before the Fireys want another go at Red Rover.

Re: The Final Test

[icecoldfrost]

"Is that some sort of British slang?" Emma asked, taking the other hand and letting him help her up. "Or do I not want to know?"

He'd mentioned a minotaur; clearly, it had been an adventure.

Re: The Final Test

[furnaceface]

For th'sake of my dignity, we'll say it's some quaint little Cockney colloquialism. Absolutely.

Jono and his dignity had ended up waving around disembodied muppet limbs in a bit of a fit. Slang? He'd like that.

Re: The Final Test

[icecoldfrost]

"For the sake of my dignity, I never had a magically-induced meltdown," she bartered. "Deal?"

They could Never Mention This Again, unless Jono tried to weasel out of working with his powers. Emma would be fine with that.

Re: The Final Test

[furnaceface]

Jono was pretty weaselly when he wanted to be, but considering the circumstances under which he asked her to help him with them, he really wasn't about to try to sneak out of it.

Deal.