Mun's thinking of apping him to WDA

[owl_be_back]

I told you already, foolish girl; I have no time for your nonsense.

Do you really think a mortal school of all places will hold my interest? Do you really think I will be amused holding the hands of sniveling babes who know no more of the world than a flea?

You best take your wishes elsewhere, little girl. I have been kind until now, but my patience is wearing thin.

[Except his mun knows that there is a certain "mortal" who holds his interest that may be attending there very soon.]

...Perhaps I will look into this Academy then, but no more than that. I suggest you stop your smug smiling, girl... I won't be this allotting if you press your luck any further.

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[summersword]

They always press their luck. 'S what they do. Never even know what the consequences might be.

[owl_be_back]

Trust me; she's well aware of the consequences and she's even wary because of my gracious forwardness. I've made them very clear.

[summersword]

Whatever. [She shrugs one shoulder in mock boredom.] What these piddly little mundanes do ain't any business of mine. They're only human. Boring old humans.

[owl_be_back]

So... would I be right in assuming you're not one of them? Humans that is.

[summersword]

Ain't gonna lie to you and say that I'm human. Out here? Makes no difference what I say. [Ildi drops into a mock-curtsey, face raised with a cheeky smile on her face.] And you ain't one, that's for sure. I'm thinking... Fairest, maybe?

[owl_be_back]

Words are very powerful; never underestimate them. A single word can change lives, start wars, turn fate upside down.

[The slightest of cynically sarcastic smiles; charming. Though, her jeering apathy is rather amusing.]

Not hardly; Goblin King.

[summersword]

They seal deals, strike bargains. And if spoken falsely? They're the makings of truly powerful weapons. About time somebody else got that.

[That... earns a puzzled little head-tilt.] Goblins have a King? Really. Thought they were only about the Market.

[owl_be_back]

Exactly.

[Even out here, Jareth is sure of the power of words; perhaps they won't change their mun's minds right away, but spoken correctly, they could sway them... and they could certainly sway the others around this wretched place.]

Do you not see me standing before you? Of course they have a king. As far as your market goes, I have never heard of it. Perhaps whoever your people are have wrongly labeled completely different creatures as "goblins".

Until I have a certain someone to tag you with... here's this one~

[goldenlawedre]

She sounds about as thrilled as you do, to be quite honest with you.

[He and Sarah have talked. She's not too keen on another magical place where things play with the mind.]

JUST AS GOOD. Well, for me. Maybe not Jareth, but who cares what he wants anyway?

[owl_be_back]

[...Oh boy, does he recognize you, William. Well, how could he not when one of his headmates is constantly swooning over the blond being?]

Hello, Wiggum.

For your information, I'm rather happy with this... turn of events. It's been far too long, far too bitter. Seeing her again might grant me the pleasure of putting our odd ends to rest.

[Because that worked so well before.

And Sarah... it's not like she hasn't experienced that all before anyways.]

Tell me... how is she doing otherwise?

[goldenlawedre]

[He’ll ignore the jab at his name. Correcting the goblin king would only be fodder for whatever is in store. He’d rather not encourage it, for Sarah has talked.]

She speaks very highly of you. [A beat… and a slow grin.] She gave me the most elaborate warnings. The picture she painted was… oh, what is the bloody word for what I’m trying to say? [He rocks on his heels.] Foul? Not disarming but… a regrettable image, nonetheless.

I think she’s doing well, you know, all things considered. [He eyes the king through the last phrase. Honestly, he finds Sarah hopelessly transparent. Such anger can only serve as a ruse and pathetically shoddy façade. William knows better. He just wants to gauge Jareth before he revels in the tension he imagines will be there.]

[owl_be_back]

[That snitch. :|]

I'm afraid she's hit her head far too hard, mistaking me with her own tramplings into the Bog of Eternal Stench. I'll have to make sure she recalls what actually happened with better clarity.

[Though his words are casual enough, there's no mistaking the threats that lace them; threats that somehow extend far beyond Sarah to Will himself.]

Oh, good, good. I'll have to make a point of paying her a visit soon. [There's little tension at the moment; if anything, there's the promise of revenge, retribution... and succeeding at where he last failed. Granted, it will be far more difficult to accomplish this far from his kingdom, but Jareth still feels the odds will be in his favor.]

[goldenlawedre]

[William shrugs. This isn't his game to play, even if he is dabbling a little bit.]

Who knows. Maybe it will go a bit differently this time. Assuming you still want the same thing.