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[faerywishes]

 This is made of cold iron.

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[scarlet_discord]

Oh no! Who would cage you in like that?

Never mind, this is crazy and I'm fixing it. [Her hands start to glow blue.] Please stand back from the bars.

[faerywishes]

[Having to rely on the help of another is at serious odds with Jareth's pride however, seeing as how he cannot touch the bars and just being so close to them has caused his magic to wither there is little he can do but step back as she instructs.]

I am not exactly without enemies.

[scarlet_discord]

Fortunately, I've got strong opinions about captivity. I finally meet one of the Shining Host and you're in a damn cage? No way.

[She concentrates on turning the bars into something brittle enough to break. For a moment they appear to be turning to gold...but she's hungry and they end up as long sticks of chocolate wrapped in gold foil.]

[impulseofwinter]

So that does work.

[She moves toward the door of the cage, then stops.] What are you going to do if I free you?

[faerywishes]

[The feeling of his magic rushing back, unhindered by the presence of iron is enough to make him smile but when he sees what she's turned the bars into this turns into a short chuckle]

I have to say, I for one am glad that it was at this particular moment I am able to make your acquaintance. [He taps three of the bars, causing them to crumble and create enough space for him to step out of the cage and give her a short bow.] My Lady.

[faerywishes]

Obviously.

[He glares at her, his nose flaring and his jaw clenched.] Your time would be better spent fearing what I will do if you don't. You did not put me in here so you need not be afraid of me, however this will change if you are the one to keep me here.

[impulseofwinter]

[She just raises an eyebrow, seemingly not phased by his threats. She is; she might be a demigoddess, but she's young indeed.] That's all I wanted to know. If you're what I think you are, your kind don't always care who they lash out at.

[She takes another step and crouches in front of the door. Aeron slips a little knife from.. somewhere and starts working the lock with it. Its a simple lock, and soon she's standing again to open the door.] Do you need help out?

[abitderanged]

[If Jefferson looks slightly bored with your statement, well, he probably is]

Cells tend to be made of cold iron.

[faerywishes]

I am not a child prone to fits of anger. [Well, he tells a lie, he's good at anger, but he's also good at directing it]

[He gives a short shake of his head, his pride is too great to actually ask for further assistance. So long as he doesn't actually touch the metal he'll be fine. And if he does, well then he'll be beyond help anyway. He slowly begins to edge through the purposefully small doorway.]

[faerywishes]

[Jareth isn't bored, Jareth is angry.] Well when I find who put me in this particular cell of cold iron, they will quickly find that they have cold iron inside them.

Is it okay if she mentions having heard of him and/or recognizes his name? I'm cool either way.

[impulseofwinter]

I apologize for assuming.

[Aeron holds the door as far open as she physically can. Iron isn't a great friend of hers either, though her kind aren't nearly as sensitive as the fey.

When he's in arms-reach she leans against the door to hold it and sticks a hand inside, assistance offered with an air of nonchalance as though she were offering to get them both coffee. No big deal.]

[abitderanged]

[A pause, when he looks over, and scoffs, jut a little]

Well, when you work it out, let me know.

Sure, it'll do wonders for his ego lol

[faerywishes]

[He glances down at her hand, only pausing for a moment before accepting her help, pride he may have but he really wants to be free. Accepting help is easier than asking for it. Once he's out of the cell he shoots a poisonous glare at the bars as a shudder runs along him]

I thank you for your assistance.

[faerywishes]

And share the revenge? [There's something distinctly animal in the flash of teeth when he smile] I think not.

[abitderanged]

Me? [Innocent] Why would I be after revenge?

Jawesome.

[impulseofwinter]

[As soon as he's safely free, Aeron shuts the door. Its a silly gesture, but it makes her feel better.]

Glad to, as soon as I knew you wouldn't kill me for it. Do I want to know why you were in there?

[faerywishes]

[All of the sarcasm] Apologies, I didn't realise you were caged for your own amusement.

[scarlet_discord]

Glad to help. [She spreads her overcoat-skirt and drops a brief curtsy with it.] My Lord. I'm Wanda. Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. We should probably get away from here.

[faerywishes]

The peace negotiations didn't go as planned. Not that I expected them to but really, cages are just childish.

[impulseofwinter]

Peace negotiations. Do we need to get the fuck out of here? [Language, Aeron. What happened to not pissing off the fey man?]

[faerywishes]

King Jareth of the Goblin realm. Indeed we should, I certainly won't find out which cur's castle this is by standing in the dungeon. [Probably not what she meant but he won't be running away now]

[faerywishes]

[It's fine, Jarth's been around for a few thousand years; he's head worse]

You may, if you wish. However I shall be meeting the Unseelie scum head on. They have committed an act of war, it would be rude to ignore it.

[abitderanged]

[He's silent for a few moments] I know who put me here. I don't want your revenge, I'm after my own.

[impulseofwinter]

[Despite her better judgement, something ancient in Aeron comes to attention at the mention of war. She smiles just a little, and there's a definitive predatory look to her now.]

Depends. What are they, and do they have animals that might hate them?

[blueribbonartist]

[And she wasn't even paying attention when sketching the chain. Hearing him though she yelped.]

Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I thought I was just sketching it in my book. [Tapping the sketchbook the chain falls away.] And your arm doesn't look like the one I was drawing... I'm so sorry about that.

[Have a flustered artist]