fh_adventures | In Jareth's Castle, Saturday Afternooon

In Jareth's Castle, Saturday Afternooon

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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As the last Prince and Princess are convinced that they no longer belong here, an angry scream pierces the throne room, and the whole world seems to shake.

The castle, it's crumbling as Jareth pulls the Labyrinth out from under you! Even in defeat, he's just a really bad sport, isn't he?

In any case, it's time to run. Run like crazy before you end up with a castle on your head.

"Just so you know," Ben shouted over the din as he used the Force (thank the, well, Force for it being back) to stop a boulder-sized chunk of rock from squashing him like a bug, "we're not going back for tea."

//I didn't want any bloody tea anyway,// Jono agreed, thankful to be able to do that much. Far, far more thankful still when he could reach out with a blast of flame to reduce another large stone to a hailstorm of pebbles.

"How good could tea made by a worm be, anyway?"

A good question, even if it might also be some of Ben's minotaur-related concussion and subsequent fall to the floor talking.

//I suppose you'd only know if you could get into his living room, mate.//

And no, none of them were going to manage that particular visit, Jono was fairly certain. But then, he could be mistaken, too. He'd done just the same amount of falling, after all.

"I'm sure someone around here could shrink us," Ben said, stopping short of getting hit by another bit of falling debris. "Not that I'm asking for more kriffing magic this week."

//Really. I'm happy enough to have my powers back, I think I can live without being two inches tall so that I can make faces at worm-tea.//

Half-faces, at that. And 'I'm happy to have my powers back' was a phrase that Jonothon had never thought he would say.

He weaved to the side, and then backpedaled a step before blowing up another large rock that had landed just in front of him. It was entirely possible that he was picturing minotaurs and fireys as he blasted things, now.

Kriffing cheaters, the lot of them. "I'll never take gravity for granted again," Ben vowed. "Or keeping your limbs attached."

Jono spared a moment to nod, before wondering if they'd be better off if he just went ahead and blasted a whole through the nearest wall, or if that would result in the whole building just giving way on top of them.

//No more children's games with velcro cockatoos,// he swore. //None.//

"Weird game to begin with," Ben commented, "even without the detachable parts."

Ben's childhood had been full of things trying to kill him. Games hadn't played a big part.

//Though I suppose it could always have been worse, mate.// Jono glanced at Ben, and then shrugged. //Could've been hopscotch in th'bog.//

He didn't breathe and he could still smell the bog.

Ben shuddered. "That would have been much worse."

Re: Time to Go!

furnaceface - 2010-12-12 04:17 (UTC) - Expand

Okay. Mostly, George was running for her life, and a smaller but still sizable portion of her brain was dedicated to announcing that she was never, ever going to be stupid and try to save the day again.

But a small part of her had to stare at her roommate, who seemed to be setting shit on fire and disintegrating it.

She did not exactly know he could do that, was all.

Jonothon was a man of many hidden talents, it was true.

He spared George a glance as well, to be certain that she was keeping up. And then, satisfied that she wasn't in immediate danger of being flattened, he offered her a small nod of his head and waved a hand for her to just run.

//I'll cover you, luv.//

Because being able to blow shit up with your face was useful in moments like this.

Right. Now wasn't the time to worry about any of this. And she wasn't afraid of him, anyway. Not exactly. Just ... needing a moment to adjust.

"Okay," she said. "Thanks."

He'd cover her. She'd believe him, on that. And now, she should get back to running the fuck out of here before it fell fucking down.

"So much for 'I'll keep you safe here,'" Emma bitched as she half-stumbled/half-ran along with the others.

She looked great, but trying to run in these boots was killing her.

Peter himself was limping just a bit, but he kept apace with Emma.

"Well, good thing Marcel didn't mess up convincing you to leave," he said, "I wouldn't have let him hear the end of it, if he had."

"Marcel?" Emma tried to glance over at Jono, and simply succeeded in almost tripping over her own feet. "FUCK. I'll ask later. Weren't you standing by to drag me off anyay, just in case?"

Joking, mostly, but Emma was curious how far Peter would have gone to get her out of there.

"That was plan B," Peter said. "I don't know if it'd work, but you can bet that I wouldn't have let you stay if I had any way of preventing it. For your sake, of course. I mean, not that I went on this little dungeon crawl just for your sake."

And if she was bothering to check in on his thoughts right now, she'd know he was so very lying about that. He'd come only to make sure she got out.

Emma wasn't exactly checking, she was trying not to get crushed by flying debris or trip over something, but she did give him a quick grin.

"Oh, so you did it to prove your superiority to small, slightly dim goblins?"

She'd ended up kinda fond of the little guys, okay?

"Slightly? I convinced some of them they needed to talk to their union rep," Peter said. "I'm kind of amazed they had the ability to kidnap one person, let alone ten of you."

He dodged a bit of crumbling rock.

"Though on a related note, I give his royal hairness an A on the wardrobe he gave you."

There is a time and place, Peter Bishop, and it was neither now nor here.

"Are you seriously admiring my wardrobe while we're running for our lives?!?"

Yes, it was very flattering. Yes, Emma looked good and she knew it, but she was busy trying not to break an ankle in the three-inch high heeled boots.

"Hey, we are running for our lives," Peter said. "Just in case I end up tripping, I figure I might as well say it once."

This whole 'running for their lives' bit was actually tuckering him out pretty quickly.

"Also, if we pass a worm that says we're supposed to stop for tea, ignore him. Even if I promised."

"You can say whatever you want to say once we're out of here and I've had a good stiff drink," Emma yelled, shifting to diamond to let a rock bounce off her.

"Which does not include tea. Unless it's a Long Island Ice Tea."

"I'll buy you that drink," Peter said, taking a chunk of rock to the side of the face. Luckily, he stumbled but did not fall. "You know, suddenly wishing we'd brought jetpacks. That'd make this whole fleeing thing go a lot better."

He was ignoring the blood trickling down from where his eyebrow had busted open.

Re: Time to Go!

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Re: Time to Go!

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