Class 2: Myth

[jareth-the-king.livejournal.com]

Jareth strolls in from the back of the class where there is no door, and no one saw him arrive. Today, he is dressed in white pants that are probably more accurately called tights, a poet shirt, and enough white glitter to sink a small boat. He is holding a riding crop.

"Ah, good, I see most everyone is here. I didn't have to sent any one for a dip in the Bog yet. Most of you seem to have a solid grasp on manipulation and for those that don't well...this class will give you plenty of opportunity to learn to recognize it."

Today's Lecture


"Today we are going to discuss Myth and how it applies to you. Some of you, like me, may actually be myths. Or perhaps part of one. Or maybe you inadvertantly started one. Or maybe there's a prophecy about you having to do with a myth. A mythological figure might even be your parent. I am sure, like manipulation, a myth has touched your lives at some point.

"Mythology is an important element in manipulation. And that brings us to today's assignment:

"You will create a myth and get at least one other person to believe in it. This obviously excludes other members of this class, since if they have been paying attention--" he cracks his whip on the desk to wake up a few sleeping students "--they will know you are trying to manipulate them.

"I don't care what it is, I don't care how you do it." He raises an eyebrow and smiles toothily. "Although if you use your myth to manipulate someone, I will be ecstatic to give extra credit. Since this is a somewhat extraordinary homework assignment, there is nothing to turn in. Just know that I will be watching you."



"Right. Does any one have any intelligent questions?"

[OOC: Yes, I really want to see your characters out there convincing your roommates/teachers/significant others. C'mon, Jareth's favorite pastime is people-watching.]

Comments

[thedarkchylde.livejournal.com]

"You must have really dated some idiots, then, Angelus. Why would you go and do something like that to yourself?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Innate sense of masochism, far as I can tell," Angelus sat back in his chair, resting his arm over the front of the desk behind him. "That and the gypsies cursed me with a soul. You'd be amazed how that lowers your standards."

[thedarkchylde.livejournal.com]

Illyana raises an eyebrow at that and when she smiles, she has fangs.

"That's what the fangs are for, then. Getting rid of those lower standards."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus gave her a slow grin. "And here I thought fangs were just to get chicks."

[thedarkchylde.livejournal.com]

"They have so many uses, or so I have found."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You're not wrong," Angelus sniffed the air. "You don't smell like vamp to me. Where'd you get the teeth, kitten?"

[thedarkchylde.livejournal.com]

"Kitten, now that's a new one." She shakes her head. 'I'm not a vamp. I'm a demon sorceress. They know me in hell and Limbo as Darkchylde, ruler of Limbo. Long story short, I was a human, then a demon sorceror kidnapped me and corrupted my soul. I took over his realm and killed him."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Nice," Angelus said, nodding his approval. "How'd you kill him? I love a good death story."

[thedarkchylde.livejournal.com]

Illyana's eyes darken. "I drew his soul out and fed it to him, then fed him to my pet demons. There was no reason to make it long and drawn out. He was of no use to me any longer."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I'm more of a dog person, myself," Angelus shrugged. "So... you can draw out souls, huh? That a particular talent of yours?"

[thedarkchylde.livejournal.com]

"There are all kinds of skills I have. It's why most people feel uncomfortable around me and are afraid of me. It's why I was sent here." Illyana narrowed her eyes. "I won't be used as a tool, Angelus. Belasco did that. I have been known to draw out certain souls and I have also been known to feed off of them. Why do you ask?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"And I am sure that if I met this Belasco I'd hate him, her, or it as much as you do," Angelus crossed one leg over the other, resting his left ankle over his right knee. "I was only asking because I was interested. You know how it is: new school, new students, I like to meet people. I'm a people person."