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"Oh come ON Sarah!! It will be fun, and I know how you LOVE medieval history and especially the costume!! And I'm the only female in Tourney!!" Angelina threw her hands up in the air with exasperation. "For crying out loud, It's not as if doing this will make HIM come back!!" She yelled and Sarah let slip a small smile at her usually composed friend.
"I suppose you're right, As USUAL." Sarah replied quietly with a dramatic sigh, causing Angelina to giggle.
"Oh Sar, you are soo gonna be an actress. I don't know why you take history and psychology, you should be taking theatre classes." Angelina shook her head. "Oh well whatever floats your boat." She smiled as Sarah threw a cushion at her.
"Angel, don't be like that. You know I'm good at what I do. I'm not confident enough for acting." Sarah whispered with a small sigh. "I'm not like you, Ms-actress-of-the-class."
Angelina laughed. "Suure and that counts now? I'm not even gonna repeat what other merits I was awarded, but I believe it was something along the lines of - Easiest girl of the class." The two friends laughed quietly. Angelina could and did kick any guys arse that tried to hit on her. Unwelcomely that is. Angelina stood up and smiled, pulling her friend up by her wrists. "Ok..well you know it's tonight.right?" Angelina teased and ducked as Sarah threw a pillow at her.
"No..you only told me about a HUNDRED times." She replied with a raised eyebrow. "Ok, ok. Let's go get dressed." It was times like these that Sarah was glad she had learned how to sew. She had made herself a bodice of deep red silk, embroidered with black and hints of silver, and a red velvet skirt adorned similarly, with swirling filigree-style patterns in black and silver. She donned her outfit and brushed her hair, slipping on her shoes and walking downstairs to wait for Angelina to finish.
Angelina walked downstairs, dressed in a deep purple silk dress embroidered with Celtic symbols around the plunging neckline. The dress was of one layer and hugged her curves beautifully, with a split in the right side and black lace up boots, she shifted her bag on her shoulder. Sarah stared, her mouth hanging open slightly.
"And here I thought you were trying to go for authenticity. Well." Sarah smiled as she reconsidered. "You could be an authentic harlet." Sarah giggled as her friend aims a playful punch at her arm. "You ready?.Whore O Babylon." Angelina scowled at Sarah.
"This ends NOW, or thou shalt suffer the consequences later." She raises an eyebrow in warning.
Sarah grins. "Yes, yes, I get it. I wont humiliate you in front of all your hard-core medieval society friends. However sorely I would like to."
"I'll put a new meaning to the word sore if you don't shut up." Angelina grumbled and shook her head as they left their apartment, for the short walk to the Hall.
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Jareth smiled wickedly. ::How truly perfect. I couldn't have planned this better myself. Well..nah:: He smiled and dismissed the crystal and dressed quickly in grey silk shirt black leather breeches and boots. He smiled and transformd into his animal form, flying out his balcony window and towards the hall in the Aboveground where Angelina and Sarah are spending their evening.
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Sarah smiled, standing around the edge of the room, nursing her burnished copper goblet of mulled wine, when a slight breeze slid across the hall and she felt a warm presence behind her. She turned slowly to see a familiar tall, blond and handsome fae, for once clothed fittingly, standing behind her and stared wide-eyed. Jareth whispered something to her and she promptly fainted.
Jareth was just about to sit her in a chair when a young man, took her deftly from his arms, he started to object when he felt a long, and deathly sharp blade at his throat. "Well, well," came the low, deadly voice, no louder than a whisper, and Jareth looked up to face his assailant as the pressure eased off the dagger. He turned only to see an annoyingly familiar woman, clad in red silk dress, leather boots and chain-mail shirt, still wielding the dagger dangerously.
"You're.You're.." Jareth frowned. "Who the hell are you?!" he replied, irritated at not being able to place her.
"I am many things to different people." She answered evasively. "Probably the one you're most familiar with, the girl from the club." She smiled slightly as recognition flooded his face, followed closely by anger and his usual air of contemptuous hostility.
Jareth growled softly. "You dared to threaten the life of the Goblin King.." He glared. "You will not get away with this." He smirked angrily and a crystal appeared in the palm of his hand, but before he had time to act upon it, he was being forced outside, with his arm bent behind his back and the point of a blade at the nape of his neck.
"Out." Came the threatening and obviously angry growl of Angelina. "I wont have you making a scene, Jareth." She said softly, with all the consistency in her tone of a born diplomat. Angelina deftly shut the door and lifted her dagger off Jareth's neck, twirling it idly in her grasp. "Now. What do you want from Sarah this time, you cold, arrogant, worthless PRICK." She spat the words like poison. The Goblin King's eyes flared like blue and green fire and he smirked grimly.
"My, my, you are a thoughtless CHILD." He emphasised the last word with such fire that Angelina almost flinched. Almost.
"Really? How's that?" She asks, nonchalantly drawing her silver-bladed sword at the simple black leather and Jet hilt.
"You come outside, alone, with the Goblin King, after insulting him mind you, and have nothing to defend yourself with other than a bastard sword which you cannot wield let alone use." He sneered. Angelina merely smiled.
"Care to make a wager on that one?" She asked casually, and Jareth smirked at her arrogance. "Get a sword and we'll see." She continued with a small smile. Jareth finally recovered and a Gold-bladed sword, with an ornate crimson crystal hilt, inlaid with pieces of platinum appears in his grasp. Angelina grinned showing her perfectly white, straight teeth. "Very nice." She lifted her sword to his and the duel began.
Angelina and Jareth moved back and forth, lunging and parrying, through the frosty night, amazingly well matched, Jareth being constantly surprised by Angelina's abilities with the sword, although he would do anything but show it. Finally, Angelina sees an opening and lunges, Jareth's sword is knocked to the ground and she pressed the point of her sword to his throat. Jareth stared at the woman at the end of the sword and smiled.
"You are."Jareth faltered, at a loss for words for the second time that night, before recovering his regal, condescending veneer. "Your abilities with a sword are comparable - for a woman, that his." He finished almost with a sneer. Angelina's eyes flashed like green flame and she swiped the point of her sword around the edge of his neck, drawing a thin line of crimson blood over his pale skin.
"Oh, So sorry, GOBLIN king." She whispered venomously, and Jareth frowned. Before he could muster a suitable retort, Angelina had spun on her heel and was striding back to the hall.
Jareth slipped into the hall and scanned the room for Sarah and Angelina, and not finding them, left the Hall and returned to his kingdom with a growl, his wounded pride his only comfort.
"Oh come ON Sarah!! It will be fun, and I know how you LOVE medieval history and especially the costume!! And I'm the only female in Tourney!!" Angelina threw her hands up in the air with exasperation. "For crying out loud, It's not as if doing this will make HIM come back!!" She yelled and Sarah let slip a small smile at her usually composed friend.
"I suppose you're right, As USUAL." Sarah replied quietly with a dramatic sigh, causing Angelina to giggle.
"Oh Sar, you are soo gonna be an actress. I don't know why you take history and psychology, you should be taking theatre classes." Angelina shook her head. "Oh well whatever floats your boat." She smiled as Sarah threw a cushion at her.
"Angel, don't be like that. You know I'm good at what I do. I'm not confident enough for acting." Sarah whispered with a small sigh. "I'm not like you, Ms-actress-of-the-class."
Angelina laughed. "Suure and that counts now? I'm not even gonna repeat what other merits I was awarded, but I believe it was something along the lines of - Easiest girl of the class." The two friends laughed quietly. Angelina could and did kick any guys arse that tried to hit on her. Unwelcomely that is. Angelina stood up and smiled, pulling her friend up by her wrists. "Ok..well you know it's tonight.right?" Angelina teased and ducked as Sarah threw a pillow at her.
"No..you only told me about a HUNDRED times." She replied with a raised eyebrow. "Ok, ok. Let's go get dressed." It was times like these that Sarah was glad she had learned how to sew. She had made herself a bodice of deep red silk, embroidered with black and hints of silver, and a red velvet skirt adorned similarly, with swirling filigree-style patterns in black and silver. She donned her outfit and brushed her hair, slipping on her shoes and walking downstairs to wait for Angelina to finish.
Angelina walked downstairs, dressed in a deep purple silk dress embroidered with Celtic symbols around the plunging neckline. The dress was of one layer and hugged her curves beautifully, with a split in the right side and black lace up boots, she shifted her bag on her shoulder. Sarah stared, her mouth hanging open slightly.
"And here I thought you were trying to go for authenticity. Well." Sarah smiled as she reconsidered. "You could be an authentic harlet." Sarah giggled as her friend aims a playful punch at her arm. "You ready?.Whore O Babylon." Angelina scowled at Sarah.
"This ends NOW, or thou shalt suffer the consequences later." She raises an eyebrow in warning.
Sarah grins. "Yes, yes, I get it. I wont humiliate you in front of all your hard-core medieval society friends. However sorely I would like to."
"I'll put a new meaning to the word sore if you don't shut up." Angelina grumbled and shook her head as they left their apartment, for the short walk to the Hall.
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Jareth smiled wickedly. ::How truly perfect. I couldn't have planned this better myself. Well..nah:: He smiled and dismissed the crystal and dressed quickly in grey silk shirt black leather breeches and boots. He smiled and transformd into his animal form, flying out his balcony window and towards the hall in the Aboveground where Angelina and Sarah are spending their evening.
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Sarah smiled, standing around the edge of the room, nursing her burnished copper goblet of mulled wine, when a slight breeze slid across the hall and she felt a warm presence behind her. She turned slowly to see a familiar tall, blond and handsome fae, for once clothed fittingly, standing behind her and stared wide-eyed. Jareth whispered something to her and she promptly fainted.
Jareth was just about to sit her in a chair when a young man, took her deftly from his arms, he started to object when he felt a long, and deathly sharp blade at his throat. "Well, well," came the low, deadly voice, no louder than a whisper, and Jareth looked up to face his assailant as the pressure eased off the dagger. He turned only to see an annoyingly familiar woman, clad in red silk dress, leather boots and chain-mail shirt, still wielding the dagger dangerously.
"You're.You're.." Jareth frowned. "Who the hell are you?!" he replied, irritated at not being able to place her.
"I am many things to different people." She answered evasively. "Probably the one you're most familiar with, the girl from the club." She smiled slightly as recognition flooded his face, followed closely by anger and his usual air of contemptuous hostility.
Jareth growled softly. "You dared to threaten the life of the Goblin King.." He glared. "You will not get away with this." He smirked angrily and a crystal appeared in the palm of his hand, but before he had time to act upon it, he was being forced outside, with his arm bent behind his back and the point of a blade at the nape of his neck.
"Out." Came the threatening and obviously angry growl of Angelina. "I wont have you making a scene, Jareth." She said softly, with all the consistency in her tone of a born diplomat. Angelina deftly shut the door and lifted her dagger off Jareth's neck, twirling it idly in her grasp. "Now. What do you want from Sarah this time, you cold, arrogant, worthless PRICK." She spat the words like poison. The Goblin King's eyes flared like blue and green fire and he smirked grimly.
"My, my, you are a thoughtless CHILD." He emphasised the last word with such fire that Angelina almost flinched. Almost.
"Really? How's that?" She asks, nonchalantly drawing her silver-bladed sword at the simple black leather and Jet hilt.
"You come outside, alone, with the Goblin King, after insulting him mind you, and have nothing to defend yourself with other than a bastard sword which you cannot wield let alone use." He sneered. Angelina merely smiled.
"Care to make a wager on that one?" She asked casually, and Jareth smirked at her arrogance. "Get a sword and we'll see." She continued with a small smile. Jareth finally recovered and a Gold-bladed sword, with an ornate crimson crystal hilt, inlaid with pieces of platinum appears in his grasp. Angelina grinned showing her perfectly white, straight teeth. "Very nice." She lifted her sword to his and the duel began.
Angelina and Jareth moved back and forth, lunging and parrying, through the frosty night, amazingly well matched, Jareth being constantly surprised by Angelina's abilities with the sword, although he would do anything but show it. Finally, Angelina sees an opening and lunges, Jareth's sword is knocked to the ground and she pressed the point of her sword to his throat. Jareth stared at the woman at the end of the sword and smiled.
"You are."Jareth faltered, at a loss for words for the second time that night, before recovering his regal, condescending veneer. "Your abilities with a sword are comparable - for a woman, that his." He finished almost with a sneer. Angelina's eyes flashed like green flame and she swiped the point of her sword around the edge of his neck, drawing a thin line of crimson blood over his pale skin.
"Oh, So sorry, GOBLIN king." She whispered venomously, and Jareth frowned. Before he could muster a suitable retort, Angelina had spun on her heel and was striding back to the hall.
Jareth slipped into the hall and scanned the room for Sarah and Angelina, and not finding them, left the Hall and returned to his kingdom with a growl, his wounded pride his only comfort.
