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[tomoveyourstars]

Nervous, are you? Sensible of you, my dear. You should be.

[The Goblin King lounges as carelessly as ever, crystals darting about within the confines of his fingers. What is happening here is decidedly Not His Problem, no matter where he ends up in the end.]

But I daresay you know just as well as I that such a thing ought never keep you. Whatever would you do without the challenge? Which is precisely what I am here for, after all, so I do believe you've chosen well. As to the others --

[Quite suddenly, he isn't where he was. A slight wind rustles through feathers.]

-- they really matter very little, no matter what you believe. Make your own story, girl. Move your own stars.

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[tomoveyourstars]

You think that, do you?

[Jareth will leave it at that. He feels little need to defend himself here. Oh, she might well have grown up, but how would it have changed her life to put it off until reality managed to leak into her in some other way? How might it have changed Toby's? There may well have been no bedtime stories for him at all if Sarah hadn't found a reason to give them when she did. Why, he might have grown up for years with a sister who couldn't ever figure out if she really hated him, or something lurking past him, a shadow that she barely understood.

And anyway, the fact remains that she did summon him, and all he could do for that was to play his role. He juggles the crystals round and round in his hand, grinning.]

[13hours]

Eventually. [ another huff, crossing his arms. ] I'm not saying it would've been the best solution or anything, but Sarah's smart.

[ smart and talented. no wonder she'd done things the way she had. ]

.. What's your writer planning to do with you, anyway?

[tomoveyourstars]

[Of course she's smart. That was why she'd been permitted to win, let alone play at all. Jareth can't be bothered with the silly, stupid ones.]

Oh, there's a little game she's fond of. She's already got a fellow there, but whether it shall suit me remains to be seen. If not --

[He holds up his free hand in a graceful, Goblin King sort of shrug.]

[13hours]

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Not really sure many places would suit you. Seeing you out of the Underground at all is a little..

[ not really sure how to finish that. weird? confusing? a part of him's glad, because he's always felt just a little bit.. connected to the underground. but still, it's definitely strange. ]

.. Uh. Well, anyway, I'm pretty certain no game's really prepared for you.

[tomoveyourstars]

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Mm, likely not. [He takes this as a compliment.] Still, there shall be a test drive up on the morrow, or so I have been told. I suppose we shall find out in short order. And if not --

[One of his crystals disengages itself, a bubble floating towards Toby. If he should dare to look into it, he'll see flashes of a Victorian estate, with a white picket fence and a landlady with eyes that know too much. He'll see a massive white wolf wandering cheerfully through town, singing robots, a marshland full of the moaning undead that are watched carefully by a Headless Horseman. A castle fashioned of ice sits calmly upon the horizon. Vicious unicorns guard themselves. Many of the residents of this place have an undeniable wicked streak; here, he'll do just fine, if he can find some new toys to play with.]

-- well. There is always dear little Nusquamton.

[13hours]

[ wow, jerk.

he plucks the not-quite-a-crystal out of the air to peer into it better, expression torn somewhere between amused, horrified, and approving. ]

.. Yep, that place would probably really suit you. [ unicorns and ice castles, man. ]

[tomoveyourstars]

[Bonus points: The unicorns defecate jewels.

...all that glitter has to come from somewhere, you know.]

My writer is quite involved in it. Wicked little her and her wicked little friends run the place, you see. [He smirks.] You really ought to join me. What an excellent place it would be for a boy with a pair of goblin eyes in his head, don't you think?

[13hours]

[ ....... wow. there literally aren't words. he's so glad this knowledge is meta right now. ]

I don't have goblin eyes. I'm just.. um. Complicated. [ a little more so than the average teenager. ] .. And you're kind of a jerk for giving my writer ideas about that. [ his life is weird enough already!!

he glances up at him, though, fingers still curled carefully around the crystal. ] .. On a scale of one to Armageddon, how much will I hate my life if I go with you..?

[tomoveyourstars]

[Jareth chuckles. If it's any consolation, it isn't one of his nastier ones.]

Oh, I shouldn't worry. I'm told that in the case of Armageddon, that lovely white fence will keep all who seek shelter behind it safe from harm. Anywhere else, however...

[He trails off, shrugging. Really, he's just pleased that Toby (and his writer) would consider it, whether he actually makes an appearance or not. Those connected to the Underground really ought to stick together, after all.]

[13hours]

[ despite himself, that kind of earns a startled little laugh. ]

Oookay, that's definitely not what I meant, but I'll keep that in mind. [ s-sigh. ] .. A Victorian city, huh. [ welp, goodbye modern conveniences. ] I guess at least I won't be completely lost.

[tomoveyourstars]

Good boy.

[The grin lasts just long enough for Toby to see it, and be alarmed by it, no doubt. Then there's an owl where the king once was, winging away on pale feathers, and that's the last the boy will see of him.

For the moment, anyway.]