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Post by 1990 on Feb 10, 2009 5:07:24 GMT -5
After a stroll, Remy decided to sit down under a tree and just rest on his laurels. He was new to this exciting magical world, and it had really charmed him. It wasn't like Paris at all, everybody was being so nice to him, people were smiling and not laughing at the little rat who liked to eat and make fine French cuisine and walked on his hindlegs.
A satisfied sigh escaped his lips as he layed down and looked up at the sky. He had heard that his good friend Alfredo Linguini had moved to this place as well, which made him flower and plan a new restaurant they could run together.
He looked up at the sky and saw a cloud that somehow looked excactly like Linguini, and giggled at its big nose.
He was just lazing on a sunday afternoon.
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Post by General Li Shang on Feb 10, 2009 7:26:36 GMT -5
Beneath the lush leaves that shaded his scaly form, the relaxed dragon sat perched on a branch not too far from the furry creature. He was casually lying on his back, his expression relaxed; his mouth chewing happily on a thimble. Idly he looked down, noticing a tiny ball of fur, sitting contentedly, like himself.
He didn't mind him much ‘til he grew bored. Instead of being quiet, his eyes strayed to Remy and, quite dramatically, threw his hands up in the air. A streak of crimson shot down from the heavens, landing beside Remy, faster than a flash of thunder. He towered over him menacingly, as though he could cause his death with a glare.
“I am the all powerful Mushu,” he began, his voice unnaturally big and powerful than his what his size suggested. “Meanin’ I’m yo’ worst nightmare, foo’!”
His skinny frame lacked the terror that was his voice, but he tried to ignore that. He had always assumed the size was a minor setback for such scaring, but it might have been just another source of self-invalidation. He dropped the act when he noticed all screams were absent.
“Ok, ok, ok…I’m just bored.” He admitted blankly, plopping down beside him. “So, uh, where are we? This place has a couple of loose screws! Everyone’s so smiley, it’s makin’ me sick! You know what I’m sayin’?”
[XD I make Mushu such a meanie! Hope you don't mind if I...join...;P]
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Post by 1990 on Feb 10, 2009 8:23:14 GMT -5
(Welcome! You're such a better writer than I am!)
Remy laughed at the little dragon who had just jumped in beside him, calling himself 'yo' worst nightmare'. But it wasn't a mean laugh. He thought it was a joke, but stopped laughing when he noticed the dragon was still bigger than him. But he had to laugh again when he started complain about how smiley the people were, and he had to agree. "I know, it's a little scary actually! But I feel a lot more welcomed here than home in Paris", the rat had to admit. "People don't kick you out of the restaurants at this place." Though the place had its backsides, like the waiter at the Disney Café who just laughed at him when he ordered bouillabaisse.
The Linguini cloud had stretched out by the time he talked to the dragon, and now it looked more like a weird shark. Even though the dragon seemed a little irritated, Remy was still feeling content. Maybe the place had turned him into 'one of them'...
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Post by General Li Shang on Feb 10, 2009 10:52:09 GMT -5
The crimson dragon arched his hips and slid over to the inquisitive mouse. When he sat back, he could feel the grass scrape lightly against his scaly skin. He traced a claw over his flat jaw line, as if deep in thought as soon as the mouse had mentioned being a little more welcomed here than in other places. “ Boy, you don’t know how right you are.” He agreed with a nod. “I wasn’t very popular back home, either. Had to scrub dead people’s feet, warm their bath water, and clip their toenails.” He shivered at the memory. It was bad enough knowing the spirits were dead, ugly, and… dead. “When I came here, though, I got tackled down by a bunch o’ fangirls! Hah, gotta admit…these people know a champion when they see one! Ain’t that right?” he asked, chuckling. He paused for a few seconds, adding, “Bet you had a couple of those random glomp attacks yourself.” [That's so nice of you to say! XD I am compelled to say I RP like a toddler. You are a great Remy, btw! I can almost hear him in your post! ]
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Post by 1990 on Feb 10, 2009 11:27:44 GMT -5
(Aaaw thank you!)
Remy shook his head. "No, I'm good at hiding." He had just runned off to Animal Kingdom before anyone could attack him, but he would never expect a group of fangirls to... glomp him. Though he would have to admit that there were a couple of girls who used the word cute when they saw him trying to hide behind a tree.
He looked up at the dragon, smiling. "Random glomp attacks... Loose screws... you're hilarious!" he chuckled. He wanted to know that dragon. He looked chinese, but he didn't dare to ask where he came from, that would be rude. And who was he to be rude? Instead of asking, he decided to introduce himself. "I am Remy, by the way. I'm frrench." He rolled the last r like a French guy.
While they talked Remy looked up at the sky again to see that the cloud now had changed into a strawberries, which might mean that he was hungry. But he was in the woods now, and he knew that the woods were full of food. "Could you just excuse me for a sec?" He said as he got up, looking for something eat-able. There was once a campfire near the tree they were sitting under, where Remy could find a part of a marshmellow placed on a twig. He also found some raspberry bushes planted by the spot they were sitting, where he took two raspberries and ate them with the marshmellow. "I just got so hungry..." he excused.
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Post by Lady on Feb 10, 2009 15:50:06 GMT -5
((Is it okay if I join? ) Lady yawned widely, a sense of warmth and hope glowing in her chest. She had just been offered a temporary home by Teague Sparrow and his wife, and to top it off with her new friend-for-life, Bolt in tow. Now that Lady had a place to stay instead of aimlessly wandering around the park, she surely had more of a chance of finding Jim Dear and Darling. Maybe Teague and Penny would help as well. Someone must have seen Tramp, right? With new friends made, maybe she was going to find her family at last. Not noticing where she going, she almost stepped on two unlikely creatures. It was very hard to find animals smaller than herself, so looking down she took a couple of paces back, lifting her front paw. "Oh, I'm sorry, please excuse me," she said apologetically taking a closer look at who she had bumped in to.
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Post by 1990 on Feb 11, 2009 4:14:47 GMT -5
(Yes! Welcome)
"Oh, It's okay" the little rat smiled. It seemed as though the dog was looking for someone, or something, since it was disturbed enough to almost step on him. He looked at the dog. It seemed like a female. "Were you looking for someone?" he asked.
When he was done eating, he had sat down again, and now he could feel a warm summer breeze embracing his fur. Looking up at the sky again, he could see that the Linguini cloud had now disappeared into small dots.
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Post by Merlin on Feb 12, 2009 14:00:01 GMT -5
A little bit down the street, in the top of a streetlamp sat a large brown owl. His plumage were clearly damaged, with naked spots where his feathers had been ripped off. Archimedes glanced down at the rat, with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. After he got here, the owl had had a hard time finding something eatable, as the place didn`t seem very welcoming to an average owl`s tastes. He knew he would be the laughing stock of his wizard, not to mention his loathsome apprentice, if he had to swallow his pride, and start adapting to crackers and bird seeds. Not to motion what the other owls would say if they ever found out.
As he noticed the rat`s attention were focused on the cocker spaniel who almost stepped on him, Archimedes spread his wings and took off, claws outstretched.
However as he closed in at the rodent, he realized something he hadn`t noticed before, deep in his own complains as he`d been.
The rat TALKED!
Dang, not another one of these talking rodents, the owl cursed, as he bent off, not to hit him.
...And crashed right into a tree..
It was one dizzy owl, stumbling a few steps back, rubbing his temples with a wing. No, Polly does definitely NOT want a cracker, the owl muttered in his dizziness, as countless little Esmeralda`s swirled around his head.
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Post by 1990 on Feb 16, 2009 17:16:02 GMT -5
Remy bent down as the owl flew over him, but hit a tree instead of hitting him. Luckily, he thought.
"Are you allright? That was quite a crash!" He said between the laughs. But he tried not to, he knew that owls and rats were natural enemies in the real world. He hadn't met so many of them in the city of Paris, but had heard a few tales of them from his dad and the older survivers of the clan.
He glanced up at the owl, it seemed dizzie, but Remy didn't dare going closer to it, in case it's purpose was to catch him and eat him, but crashed into the tree instead. He kept sitting there, scooting closer to the tree he was leaning on to, hoping that the owl would forget about eating him when it had heard that he could talk.
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Post by Merlin on Feb 20, 2009 23:27:48 GMT -5
Archimedes shook his head to get rid of the gypsies circling around his head, and glanced at the rat. How deep hadn`t he been sinking. If it weren`t enough to have to reconsider his natural owl instincts but on the top of it, he`d appeared as the biggest klutz in the world by crashing into a tree. Don`t worry,.. mister..rat, he sighed, not quite sure of the polite way to address a rat. Eating something that talks back isn`t my cup of tea, he reassured the rat. Name`s Archimedes, he introduced himself politely, hesitantly reaching out a wing in greeting. For goodness sake, if he were able to offer a greeting to that mouse detective a short time ago, it shouldn`t be different with this rat, he mentally reprimanded himself. ( Well Archimedes struggles a bit with finding food in a park full of talking rodents. Maybe Remy can cook him something? After all the way to an owl`s heart goes through his stomach XDDD )
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Post by 1990 on Feb 21, 2009 5:29:43 GMT -5
Remy got up and wasn't afraid of going nearer the owl since he said that he wasn't going to eat him. Why, he must be hungry, he thought, since Disney World was full of talking rodents he couldn't eat. "Are you hungry?" The little chef asked. "The forest is full of delicious fruits and vegetables, or there is fish in the lake. I could always make you something. My name is Remy, I work as a chef." He offered the owl a smile. It must have looked weird for the owl to see a smiling rat, since he never had seen a talking rodent until he got to Disney World.
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Post by Lady on Feb 22, 2009 15:03:40 GMT -5
Lady, who was just about the answer the rat's question, heard a deafening crash from overhead. Looking up she saw an owl slam in to a nearby tree and fall to the ground. "Oh dear!" She cried as she hurried over to see if he was all right. As the rat and the owl talked, the rat by the name of Remy was a chef? Lady considered her own sanity.
"Did you just say you're a chef?" She asked Remy incredulously, tilting her head to the side. "I'm Lady, and are you sure you're all right? That was a very big crash you just had," she added to the group as they all introduced yourself, smiling kindly at Archimedes.
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Post by 1990 on Feb 23, 2009 12:06:47 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Lady. Yes, I'm a chef! It's a long story", he added. Finally someone who thought it was weird, everything was so weird here, but it seemed common with animals talking and mice sewing. He had even heard of a mouse who worked as a detective, for crying out loud! But how he became a chef was indeed a long story, and it would take ages to tell. He had asked the owl a question, and waited pasiently for him to answer. He still seemed a bit dizzie.
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Post by Lady on Feb 27, 2009 17:55:36 GMT -5
"It's pleasure to meet you too, Remy," replied Lady with a smile. Her eyes widened slightly as the rat confirmed the words she sure she hadn't heard. But how was it possible? "Are you a chef for humans or rats?" She asked curiously, wondering how humans responded when they found out a rat had served them food.
It was a long story. Oh, how Lady did enjoy stories! Stories from other people's adventures she must admit, she found quite fascinating. "It's all right, I rather like stories," she admitted. Then realizing she sounded a bit persistent, she added, "Only if you want to tell it of course."
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Post by 1990 on Feb 28, 2009 10:15:08 GMT -5
"I have just told the story to Basil, if you know him, and I don't really like repeating myself, but I could always shorten it down." He hoped she wouldn't mind. Clearing his throat, he started his story.
"I have always had a highly developed sense of smell, even for a rat, and that made me more particular with what I eat." He laughed apologetic. "And I found out early that I would rather eat fine French cuisine than garbage. And as a rat, that wasn't so easy to get, so I had to make it myself, and I loved it! In the cottage where I lived with my pack before I got to Paris, I used to watch this television program about cooking, which inspired me to become a chef, and my greatest inspiration was the deceased French top chef Auguste Gusteau. He had this phrase; everyone can cook, and that inspired me most of all.
But one day as my brother Emile and I were in the kitchen borrowing spices, the old lady who lived there spotted us. The pack fled to the sewer, where I got separated, and ended up aground underneath Gusteau's restaurant in Paris.
I went to the kitchen to watch the kitchen in action during a service, where I observed the garbage boy. When he spilled some of the soup and attempted to recreate it using random ingredients, I got horrified! I fell into the kitchen, and instead of escaping, I attempted to correct the soup. I got caught by the garbage boy, Linguini, just as he got caught by Skinner, the chef of the restaurant, but before anyone could stop the serving staff, the soup got served and found to be a success!
Colette, the staff's only female chef, convinced Skinner to retain Linguini, believing him to be the success behind the soup. Linguini took me, realizing he could not kill me as instructed by Skinner as I was the "little chef" that made the soup.
Then Linguini and I found a means to overcome our little language barrier, as I can't speak in the real world, with me pulling Linguini's hair under his toque blanche to control his limbs like a marionette. We worked together to successfully cook in the kitchen, even overcoming challenges placed by Skinner.
Anton Ego, a food critic that had cost Gusteau's one of its star ratings, announced he would review the restaurant again the next day based on its rising success. Linguini, under pressure of Ego's pending arrival, had a fallout with me, causing me to retaliate by leading a raid by my pack, we had just got reunited again, on the kitchen's foodstocks that night.
Linguini catched us stealing the food and chased us all out, telling me that he never wanted to see me again. Dejected, I got captured by Skinner who recognized that I was the real talent behind Linguini, but got later freed by dad and my brother, Emile. I returned to the kitchen to find a frantic Linguini apologizing for his actions, and asking me back to help. Linguini then revealed the truth to the rest of the staff about me, causing them all to walk out, but Colette later returned after recalling Gusteau's catchphrase: "Anyone can cook."
Then dad, recognizing my determination, organized the rest of the pack to help out in the kitchen to serve the other customers along with Linguini, while Colette and I worked together to prepare a variation on ratatouille for Ego. Ego got amazed by the dish, and asked to see the chef!" Then he paused, as a proud grin escaped his lips.
"Linguini and Colette waited until all the other customers left to reveal me and the rats to Ego. Then Ego left the restaurant and wrote a glowing review of the meal the next day, declaring me to be "nothing less than the finest chef in France".
Gusteau's restaurant got closed a short time later after a health inspector discovered that there were rats in the kitchen. Though Ego's reputation was tarnished on reviewing a restaurant plagued with rats, he eagerly funded a popular new bistro, "La Ratatouille", run by Linguini and Colette, featuring diner areas for both humans and rats and a kitchen designed for me to continue to cook in.
I told the whole story all the same... I guess I got a little carried away. But I hope it was entertaning?" He looked over at Lady. She had after all been quiet and didn't interrupt him at all through the story. What a well-mannered lady! He wasn't used to people not interrupting him when he was telling a story, or talking at all. He came from a pack, and in a family of... about five hundred rats, there were lots of talking.
((Sorry, I just copied what I told Basil... I couldn't find any other ways to tell the story...))
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