Center of Town | Friday | December 10
At long last, the Goblin King was going to address this town and it's ridiculous occupants. He'd been keeping an eye on things from his castle but now, with the time of action so close at hand, he couldn't stop himself from leaving the castle to address those that were working fruitlessly to get their friends back. Now, it was time to appear to them, let them see who was beating them so easily and let their emotions overwhelm and destroy them.
"Welcome!" Jareth boomed, letting his voice carry over the ins and outs of the island that were covered by his gorgeous labyrinth. He waited, let those assemble that might and let those hear that wouldn't.
"You might be wondering who I am," he said, twirling his pimp cane lazily while wearing his tightest pair of pants and frilliest frilly shirt. There was a vicious grin on his face. Something amusing to him but dangerous to those that might try and stop him. "I am...the Goblin King."
He waited for the recognition that he expected. The goblins inside the labyrinth cheered as they were wont to do for their leader.
"And this creation you've seen on your island is mine," he said happily. "For a week now, you've worked yourselves day and night to retrieve your captured friends and you've given me endless entertainment while doing so. Thank you for that. Your friends are...safe."
There might have been something off about how he said that. Maybe.
"And they will be coming with me," he said firmly, planting the cane in the ground and leaning on it. "However, since I am a generous man, I am here to offer you...a way. A way to get your friends back, that is. You have twenty four hours to solve my labyrinth. One day. If time runs out, your friends will become mine. Forever."
He grinned, letting the glee he felt in those words show on his face. A clock, suspended in midair over Jareth's shoulders, began ticking down. He didn't expect anyone to solve his creation. No one, no one, could best the Goblin King.
"Good luck."
Unfortunately, Jareth didn't mean that at all.
"Welcome!" Jareth boomed, letting his voice carry over the ins and outs of the island that were covered by his gorgeous labyrinth. He waited, let those assemble that might and let those hear that wouldn't.
"You might be wondering who I am," he said, twirling his pimp cane lazily while wearing his tightest pair of pants and frilliest frilly shirt. There was a vicious grin on his face. Something amusing to him but dangerous to those that might try and stop him. "I am...the Goblin King."
He waited for the recognition that he expected. The goblins inside the labyrinth cheered as they were wont to do for their leader.
"And this creation you've seen on your island is mine," he said happily. "For a week now, you've worked yourselves day and night to retrieve your captured friends and you've given me endless entertainment while doing so. Thank you for that. Your friends are...safe."
There might have been something off about how he said that. Maybe.
"And they will be coming with me," he said firmly, planting the cane in the ground and leaning on it. "However, since I am a generous man, I am here to offer you...a way. A way to get your friends back, that is. You have twenty four hours to solve my labyrinth. One day. If time runs out, your friends will become mine. Forever."
He grinned, letting the glee he felt in those words show on his face. A clock, suspended in midair over Jareth's shoulders, began ticking down. He didn't expect anyone to solve his creation. No one, no one, could best the Goblin King.
"Good luck."
Unfortunately, Jareth didn't mean that at all.