The Warring States of NPF - Rebirth of Destruction Omake

[The guys come back in.]

Jareth nodded and dropped his 'sword', removing the glamour from it and allowing a table leg to fall to the floor before following Renesival, his arms behind his back and a somewhat lewd smirk on his face. 'Looks like it's time to fall back on plan b... getting lucky.'

C: Not this again.

"I surmise that you are the queen of this realm, milady?"

M: The crown and the big scepter gives it away really.

Jareth spoke, using the proper tone and courtesy of one adressing nobility, although there was just a patronizing tinge his voice, but it was barely noticeable.

T.S. To the deaf.

Whether or not she noticed the tinge of mockery, she did not acknowledge it.

"Correct. I am Renesival, Queen of the Seelie Court."

C: and the best dancer in the land.

She continued to walk, looking straight ahead.

"You realize that I am bound to honour my word. You may not leave this realm without punishment. The traditional penalty for poisoning includes branding and being made to wear hot iron shoes,"

C: so you can�t run.

she said softly, finally glancing back at him. "However, I feel this may prove to be too strong a sentence for this incident, so I may reduce it to a few days of imprisonment."

M: In a minimum security resort.

She stopped in front of a door and turned to him.

C: This is my bedroom drop by any time.

"You see, I was rather intrigued that you managed to best my greatest knight so easily."

T.S.: Your best knight is a nancy boy.

He chuckled a little bit at her comment at defeating the knight. "Ahh, My Queen, surely you jest. I didn't defeat anyone, simply fled...

t.s.: Like a chicken

an art which I have perfected in my centuries of being the 'goblin king' the 'lord of lies' and the 'vile trickster of the host.'

M: The drugger of Faeries.

C: Raider of the loins

T.S. Lord of the Dance

C: He�s Michael Flatly?

I'm certain your greatest knight would have fared better if I hadn't run."

M: Then again maybe not.

He then stopped and thought a bit. "Also, I did not poison anyone, My Queen. I merely drugged them with faerie dragon saliva. It simply induces euphoria...

M: And a sudden urge to giggle like a school girl, and binge on junk food.

it will leave no ill effects."

C: except some �legalize it� campaigns.

A hand slipped into his vest and came out procuring the fluid, which he held out for her as he made one last point,

M: The first time is a sample. Go ahead you�ll see amazing things.

"And... I believe your exact words were, 'You'll not leave this realm unscathed'. You've already held me to the word of that... I do believe I hurt my palm breaking off that table leg."

C: (imitating renesival in a seductive voice) Let me kiss you and make you better.

At the mention of the table leg, Jareth's arm moved out and he looked up for a second, expressing a moment of exhasperation with himself. "Oh yes! How rude of me, I nearly forgot to apologize for destroying your furniture."

M: That was the queen�s favourite table you jerk.

Jareth went down onto one knee and bowed his head before continuing, "You have my sincerest apologies for the destruction of your table, and any mess it may have caused, my queen. I had little choice... for that, I may accept imprisonment... given a suitable room, and some company." The lewd smirk made itself known on his face again.

T.S.: Like your company. For about a minute and a half.

C: * snickers *

She smirked. "Oh, you definitely shall not want for company here."

M: The Queen is getting a little naughty.

C: It must be his unwashed, drug dealing charm.

She opened the door, revealing a staircase which she begins to descend.

"It is indeed poison, for the Seelie Court highly esteems composure and dignity.

M: and being boring.

Losing such is worse than illness or death to some," she explains. "And that is why you must be brought to justice."

T.S.: She�s taking him to her bondage chamber for a spanking.

After a few steps, she stopped and turned to him.

"Do get off your knees and make haste! I have not all night."

C: (as Jareth) Yes mistress Renesival.