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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 14, 2009 15:53:09 GMT -5
(*roflmao* Dawson is the Incredible Mouse Hulk!)
Dawson stared at the rat holding the lovely young mouse and then gasped as Basil moved towards them. Oh this was just getting better and better. Ratigan, and amnesiatic Basil, a captured lady mouse...He would need a real large dose of sherry when he was done with this.
"You fiend! Let the lady go, Ratigan!" he snapped.
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Post by Professor Ratigan on Mar 14, 2009 16:38:15 GMT -5
"You will have to catch me first!" Ratigan called out. "Basil would certainly know how to find me, but would 'Sir Basil'?"
Ratigan cackled as Felicia continued down the streets. The tiny mouse in his arms continued to struggle, to no avail. Felicia arrived at Ratigan's hideout. Approaching an empty wine bottle, Ratigan threw Bianca in, pushing the cork in, trapping her.
"I'm terribly sorry for this, my dear." Ratigan said. "I assure you, I would never dream of allowing harm to come to you. You are merely the bait for a much better prize."
Ratigan turned and waited. He wondered how long it would take Basil to find him. A part of him hoped for his adversary to regain his memories before they had their little battle. It almost seemed a let down to destroy him when he didn't know himself.
Oh well. Even he knew one couldn't have everything they wanted.
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Post by Miss Bianca on Mar 14, 2009 16:48:47 GMT -5
Bianca fought stubbornly against Ratigan’s restraint as the cat bounded through the streets, yet escape from her predicament still eluded her. Eventually the fiend seemed to reach his destination, for he threw her into an empty wine bottle and quickly sealed up the neck.
“You brute!” complained Bianca, clambering to her feet again and straightening up her clothes, “let me out of here this instant!” She pounded on the glass, however it stayed firm at her touch. The only comfort was the fact that the bottle was empty, for she knew from unfortunate experience how difficult wine stains were to get out of this particular outfit.
“Oh, where are you Mr. Basil?” she spoke this last part quietly so that the villain wouldn’t hear. Their trip through the streets had been very fast and complex, and she wasn’t sure that even the detective could have followed them in his current state.
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Post by Elisa Maza on Mar 14, 2009 17:49:14 GMT -5
Elisa hurried after Basil, offering the shopkeepers money to pay for the damages he had caused. Luckily, it wasn't too much.
"We better find him quick." Elisa said to her friends as the angry security guards gave up their search.
The group finally came upon Basil and Pleakley. They were joined by two other mice. Basil had his sword pointed at one, and the other was trying to convince Basil of his true identity.
Things took a turn for the worse when Ratigan appeared out of no where and seized Bianca, escaping on the back of his cat.
This was no longer amusing. They had to rescue Bianca, and the only way to do that was to get the real Basil back.
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Post by Basil on Mar 14, 2009 21:31:41 GMT -5
"Stand away, my lady Isolde, for my duty to yon helpless maiden is clear. Grumio, attend thy master."
Now Basil didn't quite know what to do. How was he to find the villain? He thought somehow he ought to know, but the answer somehow slipped through his fingers, as though he were clutching at smoke.
The mouse hesitated, sword in hand, as Toby wondered impatiently why they didn't go after that cat.
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Post by Pleakley on Mar 14, 2009 21:38:12 GMT -5
Pleakley was confused about all of this. First the medieval thing happened, then Basil started to attack innocent things. A mouse then showed up and tried to convince him that he was a detective, and then another mouse was kidnapped by a rat who rode away on a cat.
... was he missing something here!?
Thank goodness Elisa and the others arrived just in time to help. "There you are!" the alien said when he found them. "I've been trying to--"
Suddenly, he was called over by the little mouse to aid him. The confused alien rushed over to his side, greatly confused. Turning to the plump mouse that seemed to know Basil, he asked, "You know him?"
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 14, 2009 21:55:06 GMT -5
"Unfortunately...yes," Dawson said with a sigh. "He's my partner....or was, that is. And..." Dawson turned and started when he caught sight of the speaker. That was certainly not something that you saw everyday. "Who might you be?" Dawson asked in confusion.
He was going insane, the doctor was sure of it. Amnesiatic partner, Ratigan, kidnapped mouse, and one-eyed creatures. What was the world coming to?
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Post by Pleakley on Mar 14, 2009 22:01:19 GMT -5
"Me?" the alien repeated. "Oh, I'm an Earth expert. I study this planet and everything that goes on around it." He then pulled out a Viewfinder (his old friend) out of a side pocket and knelt down to the other mouse's level. "You can look if you'd like."
Then he realized that the mouse might've asked for his name. "By the way, my name is Pleakley," the Earth expert stated. "Nice to meet you, Mister...?"
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 14, 2009 22:05:39 GMT -5
"Dawson," the mouse replied, staring at the strange device. "Dr. David Q. Dawson...and, as fascinating as your field must be, I'm afraid that we have bigger problems on our hands."
Turning to look at Basil, the doctor sighed heavily. How to convince Basil of who he really was? Dawson had dealt with amnesia before, but never a case such as this!
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Post by Pleakley on Mar 15, 2009 14:54:35 GMT -5
The alien put his Viewfinder away and looked from Dawson to Basil. He knew that the other mouse was concerned about his amnesiatic friend, but he didn't know what to do about it. And now, Basil was just standing there, not knowing what to do.
"Well, what can we do?" Pleakley asked the plump Victorian mouse. "He has amnesia and thinks that he's a knight. He also thinks that I'm his squire, but... thtat's a different story..." The Earth expert cleared his throat before continuing. "Do you have any ideas about how to bring him back?"
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Post by Quasimodo on Mar 15, 2009 20:39:18 GMT -5
(oh my.. Merlin has to join this mess. ;D Can he?*Puppy eyes*)
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Post by Basil on Mar 15, 2009 22:27:55 GMT -5
<<I'm not against it, but please don't just swoop in and cure Basil by magic
Actually, I think Basil's amnesia is just about over. I've done pretty much all I can with his delusions>>
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 15, 2009 22:45:16 GMT -5
"That, my friend," Dawson said with a frown, looking back at Basil. "That is a good question. There are some possible methods, but I have little faith in the mystical method of curing an individual, let alone in miracles. There is little that I can really do for him, unless some form of inspiration grabs me by the coat lapels, shakes me around violently, and tells me quite bluntly, 'Dawson, old chap, use this method.' And the likelihood of that happening is about as great as a star falling from the sky and telling me how to cure the poor chap."
With a heavy sigh and a shrug, Dawson's shoulder slumped forward as he shook his head in defeat. Mentally he ran through every cure for amnesia that had ever been written in fiction or medical journals. Nothing seemed to present itself right away. Unless...but no. That would be impossible! Then again, Dawson had thought Basil losing his wits was impossible. He had to try any method that he could.
"My good friend," Dawson said with a smile, turning to look at the one-eyed creature. "Have you a mirror on hand?"
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Post by Pleakley on Mar 16, 2009 11:11:28 GMT -5
At Dawson's first words, Pleakley nodded and tried to think of something to cure the other mouse. The plump mouse had said that the likelyhood of some event happening was the equivalent of a star falling out of the sky. He wondered if that applied to asteroids and alien spaceships...
The alien perked up when the mouse asked him if he had a mirror. "Sure I do!" he exclaimed happily, grabbing the compact mirror out of a sidepocket and opening it. "One of the principles I live by: Be prepared for any Earth-wide disaster." Still, he didn't understand why they needed the mirror for. "Why do we need this, anyway?"
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 16, 2009 13:15:03 GMT -5
"Just a theory that I have," Dawson said, taking the mirror and placing it on the ground. It really was far too big for him to carry. Huffing a little at the exertion, Dawson turned to face Basil. He only hoped that seeing himself in a mirror would help his friend, as it had ended Don Quixote's delusion. "Basil...er...Come here, old chap," he said with as much patience as he could. I'm afraid that I need you to do something...rather ridiculous for me."
Please, please, please let this work, Dawson prayed fervently. If this didn't work...he would eat his own hat and sell his stethescope!
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