Video Game: Kingdom Hearts SOS: The Road To Light

"All right, then. Violin," Aden confirmed. "This shouldn't be too much of a challenge...probably..."

He scurried from mousehole to mousehole, pressing his ear to each one. (He had to admit, being a mouse was at least much better than being a goose.) Most were silent, some of them had on a radio, but none seemed to have a violin. I should just not talk anymore...

 

"Just a minute, if you please," he said, halting Shapur. "I gotta do somethin' about this. These broads need a lesson." The brown mouse stood as tall and slender as his little body could, making his hat and tail, fully erect. "You fellas might wanna find some cover!" With that said, he began stomping his feet in a marching fashion, going out into the center ring. Slowly marching further and further into the huddled circle of pachyderms. Krowley watched confused as nothing happened. silence for a few seconds, until one of the elephants screamed out.
"MOUSE!!!!" all the elephants scattered in a mess of a manner, hiding behind the bleachers, running out of the tent, and some had even attempted to climb a pole. The small mouse could be seen in the middle of the chaos, shaking his hands around and making odd squeaks with his mouth. It wasn't long before nearly all the mammals had vacated the premises.
He continued to act bizarre, yelling at them as they ran off. "So you like to pick on little guys, huh? Then why don't you pick on me!?" Watching them fade into the rest of the attractions outside, he began to wipe some of the foam off his mouth. "Overstuffed haybags...hehe, wait till I tell the little guy." Walking back, he paused, nearly forgetting about the two. "Oh that's right, pardon my little 'act' back there. Just really bugs me when they go gabbing on about the poor little fella."
He paused once more to re-eximne them. "In all the excitement I never really noticed how tiny you guys were. But then again, it's the circus. Hardly anything surprises me anymore. Now let's see, what were we talking about again?"
Krowley was going to open his mouth to repeat Shapur's query when the mouse spoke again. "Whoops, hehe. Nearly forgot my manners; Name's Timothy Q. Mouse. Call me what you like, but prefer Timothy." Attempting to introduce them, Krowley was once again beaten tot he punch. "Say, I'm sure Dumbo would love to meet ya guys. He's a bit shy and don't got much friends, but you looks like an honest pair. I mean, you don't talk much, but neither does he, so I think you'll get along well enough."
Blinking behind his goggled visor, he turned to Shapur and shrugged.

~MISSION START~ I. Find Dumbo

"I'm sure he's around her somewheres. Eating peanuts or whatever else elephants do..."

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Mouse hole after mouse hole turned up failures with not hearing the slightest sound of a string instrument. "My word, it's getting late," Dawson stated as he pulled out a handkerchief. He wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead while pulling out a pocket watch from hit coat pocket. "It's nearly half past 9... I don't think anyone would be playing at this-" before Dawson could continue, a violin suddenly began to play. "By jove... of all the odds." Picking up his hand and holding Olivia's hand, he waddled toward the direction of the music, for just around the corner, a light could be seen from the second story window at the corner of baker street. Down below the house, another light could be seen illuminating from a small hole in the side of the house. "I do believe this is it, chaps." with a gulp and tight grip on the minor's hand, he ran out of the rain and up tot he doorstep of the mouse residence. The number 221 could be seen beside the dwarven door.
Placing his bag down, he knocked on the door 3 times. With not even seconds passing, the door swung open, revealing a housekeeper maid wearing a blue dress and bonnet. "Uh, good evening madame. Is this the residence of a 'Basil of Baker Street?'" he asked hopefully.
"I'm afraid it is. He's not here at the moment, but you're welcome to come in and wait." The maid was carrying books, rags and other household chores that were keeping her busy.
"Oh, I don't want to impose... I-it's just the girl," he motioned his hand to Olivia, who had disappeared from his left side. Unaware from the 3, the little mouse had already made her way into the house and was fiddling with a magnifying glass. The housemaid sighed as she welcomed the others into the home. "Mister Basil will be right with you."

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"Wasn't aware a new district opened out west..." he a sceptically pondered aloud. "Well, this saves us loads of time in travel," he smiled brushing it off. "As the most experienced field agent, I guess it makes the most sense that I lead the troop." Looking back tot he group of three, he assigned them all positions. "The lovely lady in the black skirt can be our scouter, and the lovely lady in the red skirt can be our navigator." Jake handed out a navigator and compass to Karina and Yana respectively. "You can be the pack mule, I guess," he declared, throwing his a few bags for Kross to catch. "Roles assignment check. In case you weren't briefed over at HQ, allow me to fill you all in on our current crisis."

~MISSION START~ I. Orientation

Without any hesitation or time wasted, he quickly pulled out a pen and clipboard. Clearing his throat he began to speak. "A mister Percival C. Mcleach has gone and abducted a young boy named Cody. Details are sketchy, but recon has informed us, it has something to do with a local golden eagle. Very rare, and priceless. 'Marahute,' as the locals her, has a nest somewhere in the mountains. No doubt that poacher is after the sheela's nest and eggs." Putting away the briefing clipboard, he gave a very serious expression. "This man is a murdered poacher who stops at nothing to claim his catch. I won't lie to you.. It's going to get very messy out there. The Outback is no walk in the park. Sure you neophytes are up to it?"

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"Together's fine... Don't need to risk separation. If there any heartless in this world, it's best not to stray too far from each other." Focusing on the task at hand, he took mental notes on key landmarks inside the tent. He had seen the performance equipment and the festivities outside, but Dumbo sounded somewhat secluded and would probably be residing inside the tent. There were animal stables far back he had yet to visit, perhaps the little guy was back there. "If I were outcasted... I think I would want to separate myself from everyone," he stated out loud. "Since everyone's outside, it could be wise to start our search inside, where they keep the elephant residences."

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Jaq was seen standing at the room's windowsill, happily admiring the view. "Best part o' Cinderelly room is view."He pointed out and declared; "Thas a palace -- King's palace! gonna be a big ball tonight! Cinderelly gonna go too!" He stopped to sigh. "At lest.. Jaq thinks Cinderelly going.. I don't know. Stepmother keep a Cinderelly busy all day!" He immediately stopped talking to the sound of footsteps behind him. Cinderella had stopped in for a moment.
"Hello everyone. Have you become friends already?" Jaq smiled and nodded vigorously in response. "Oh that's wonderful." Cinderella reached behind her closet and pulled out a seamstress mannequin. a ruffled pink drass had been placed on it, and she was happily making sure it looked perfect. She began to hum a tune as she pulled out a few sewing materials.

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With Raisor's arrival, Dawson had become quite grateful for all the help. "Quite a rally of help isn't Olivia? We'll find your father in no time." He smiled, trying to cheer the little girl up. It had a minor influence, allowing her to return a weak smile. The maid had been staring at the floor blankly without moving her eyes. "I say, umm, not to protrude your hospitality, but by chance when can we see Basil?"
"Hmm? Oh yes, of course, how down right stupid of me," the housekeeper pondered, laughing. Reaching the top of her bonnet, she popped off her head, revealing a male mouse inside. "Basil of Baker Street, my good fellow!" Basil smiled at Dawson's confused stare. He pulled a tab on his dress, releasing a gust of air, diminishing his hefty womanly form and revealing his slender body type. While Dawson was baffled, Olivia gleamed in relief. Jumping off his chair, she rushed to him to propose her case. "Mr. Basil! I need your help and I-"
"Yes, yes all in good time," he replied blatantly. Throwing away his disguise, he put on a robe from his mantle and began to speak. "You weren't followed were you? Yes I welcomed you into my home, but on the grounds to fully illuminate any suspicion and must say I'm quite relieved," while seeming inattentive or interested, Basil displayed a lot of keen attention to detail.
"Yes, well thank you, but this young lady is in need of assistance, I think you ought..."
"Yes yes, in time, Doctor."

"A-ah, wait just a moment. How did the duece did you know I was a doctor"

Basil Chuckled softly. "A surgeon, to be exact. Just returned from military duty in Afghanistan. Am I right?"

"Why, yes. Major David Q. Dawson. But how could you possibly"
"Quite simple, really. You've sewn your torn cuff together with the Lembert stitch, which of course, only a surgeon uses. And the thread is a unique form of catgut distinguished by it's peculiar pungency and found only in the Afghan provinces"
Dawson, still baffled, manage to blurt out; "Amazing!"
" Actually... it's elementary, my dear Dawson," he replied with a classy smile.

 

"Of course I am up for it. It doesn't have to be easy just possible." Karina answered. She talked as though she was confident in her abilities and knew what she was doing, when in reality she wasn't so sure. Karina didn't think she was a good fighter and she wasn't entirely sure what was going on but she wouldn't show it because she didn't want to be looked down on or people to treat her less cause she wasn't confident. She didn't want help either. So she pretended to be confindent and would see how it went. She would learn if she had to just not ask for help.

 

Answering Luna's question, she turned back to face them. "Mm, I'm going to the royal ball tonight," she replied. She let out a blissful sigh of relief. "I guess dreams really do come true. "Cinderella!" Once again, a shrill and elderly voice called her back out to do more chores. Looking reluctantly back at her dress, her eyebrows grew perched. "I guess my dress will have to wait."
"Cinderella!" "Cinderella!" two more unfamiliar voices cried her name out. "Coming Drizella! Coming Anastasia!" She called obediently back. Before departing once more, she turned to the group of small folk again. "My stepsisters. Family comes first," she said smiling her usual smile. With the door closed behind her, Jaq's antic smile faded in sadness.
"Poor Cinderelly... Every time she find a minute, that's the time when they begin it!" he let out a woeful sigh. "She not goin' to da ball. Work! Work! Work! She'll never get her dress done!"

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