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onlyforever[Somewhere in the heart of Burby, the air is thick with magic.
The wind picks up.
Time seems to pause--
--and a man bursts into being, magic sparkling around his thin frame, hair and cloak whipping in the wind. He poses for a moment, the very picture of an ethereal being, inhuman and elegant...]
What?
[The illusion collapses and the air stills, but the man remains. He doesn't look any less otherworldly with his dramatic outfit and odd eyes, but the scowl on his face is anything but magical. "Annoyed" would be an excellent word to apply to his current attitude.]
Who do I get to blame for this inconvenience? Another irritating little girl? [His eyes narrow as he looks around. Understanding dawns.] It's you, isn't it? Faeries--noxious, noisome creatures. I've bested you once; if you insist on a rematch, however...
[A crystal sphere appears in one of his gloved hands and, with a flick of his wrist, it falls to the dirt. Instead of shattering, the crystal transforms into a rather spacious chair. The man drops into it bonelessly and rests his booted feet on one of the chair's arms.]
I'll be waiting.
[ooc: Jareth doesn't do technology, okay. Feel free to encounter him, however! (Oh, and I updated the permissions post; fourthwalling and David Bowie references are a-okay.)]
The wind picks up.
Time seems to pause--
--and a man bursts into being, magic sparkling around his thin frame, hair and cloak whipping in the wind. He poses for a moment, the very picture of an ethereal being, inhuman and elegant...]
What?
[The illusion collapses and the air stills, but the man remains. He doesn't look any less otherworldly with his dramatic outfit and odd eyes, but the scowl on his face is anything but magical. "Annoyed" would be an excellent word to apply to his current attitude.]
Who do I get to blame for this inconvenience? Another irritating little girl? [His eyes narrow as he looks around. Understanding dawns.] It's you, isn't it? Faeries--noxious, noisome creatures. I've bested you once; if you insist on a rematch, however...
[A crystal sphere appears in one of his gloved hands and, with a flick of his wrist, it falls to the dirt. Instead of shattering, the crystal transforms into a rather spacious chair. The man drops into it bonelessly and rests his booted feet on one of the chair's arms.]
I'll be waiting.
[ooc: Jareth doesn't do technology, okay. Feel free to encounter him, however! (Oh, and I updated the permissions post; fourthwalling and David Bowie references are a-okay.)]