Post by Elisa Maza on Mar 16, 2009 17:32:24 GMT -5
Elisa had an idea of what the doctor was planning. Seeing himself in a mirror just might make Basil realize who he really was, a detective, rather than a knight of the old realm. She crossed her fingers behind her back, hoping Dr. Dawson's theory would work.
Bianca was still in danger, and Ratigan posed a threat not only to her, but to Basil himself if he didn't snap out of it. As much as she hated to admit it, Ratigan was right. Sir Basil wouldn't have a chance of finding him. They needed the real Basil to find his hideout.
"Why dost thou prattle on so?" Basil berated the doctor. "Get thee to thy leechcraft."
He was quite frustrated as the real world collided with his amnesia-induced dreamworld. Hesitating, the detective finally acquiesed as a matter of duty.
"The code of chivalry doth constrain me to come to thy succor. What woulds't thou of me?"
Leaving Toby to come, as he thought, to Dawson's aid, Basil stopped abruptly at sight of his own reflection. "What sorcery is this...?"
The compact cast a full-length reflection for a mouse, and Basil stared uncomprehending at the figure in respectable tweeds covered over by a cheap medieval-style tunic. It was so far from the heroic image in his mind's eye, that he shook his head, trying to deny what he saw.
Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 16, 2009 18:24:40 GMT -5
"Well, it can be," Dawson said with a sigh. "And it is you, Basil. I hate to destroy your image of yourself like this, but my good man, we need you in one piece and sane. A fool who is slashing at inanimate objects and thinks they are enemies. Now snap out of it, old boy!"
He was tempted to slap Basil to bring him fully to his senses, but he didn't act on the inclination.
Post by Miss Bianca on Mar 16, 2009 18:47:51 GMT -5
Bianca pounded on the glass, glared at Rattigan and even attempted to climb up the slippery sides of the glass as she had once seen Bernard do, yet still remained resolutely trapped within the bottle. Eventually she sighed, and in a last ditch attempt raised her arms to her mouth and let out one long pure cry.
It resonated around the bottle, reverberated out into the room, bounced through the pipes like they were a megaphone and spread through the streets. On an odd string of coincidences it vibrated and rebounded, doing just what it needed to in order to keep moving. It was faint, so faint that no human would hear it, yet to a mouse, it rang out just enough to be heard just as far as Basil stood.
Toby had little difficulty tracking Felicia; after all, he'd chased this particular cat before. He raced on ahead as quickly as the trail would permit, baying finally mid-way down an alley before an unobtrusive door.
Basil followed unsteadily, grateful for Dawson's arm to lean upon. His brain still felt rather foggy, and it was only with great difficulty that he remembered where they were or what they were seeking.
Those around him looked vaguely familiar but, with the exception of Dr. Dawson, he could not recall their names.
Toby looked back at his master, then at the door again, waiting for instructions.
Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 17, 2009 21:17:29 GMT -5
"That's it, old boy," Dawson said kindly. "Just keep moving. This can only get better for you. Come on...come on...let's go..."
This was very troublesome for him. His dearest friend suffering amnesia was not something that he had ever dreamed would happen. At least this was starting to disappate. Thank God for that. Hopefully it would continue to get better.
Conscious that they were all looking to him to lead them, Basil tried hard to clear the cobwebs from his brain.
"Miss, er..." he faltered, looking up at Elisa, "why don't you try to get round the back and come upon the...come in from the other side." Even in his present condition, he could see the lady was carrying a pistol under her coat.
"The rest of us will take a more direct approach."
Basil disengaged himself from Dawson's helpful arm. He would endeavour to show no weakness to the villain, even though he couldn't seem to recall who precisely they were tracking. When he tried, he only saw an image of an evil knight in black armour.
Shaking his head gently to dispel the image, Basil pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Post by Miss Bianca on Mar 20, 2009 10:48:13 GMT -5
“Oh I’ve certainly been better,” replied Bianca, looking up gratefully at Elisa. She was a little put out that it wasn’t Basil who’d come to her rescue, but presumed that the mouse detective was around here somewhere.
“Do be careful miss,” she hissed, making sure to keep her voice down in case Ratigan overhead, “I’m sure that fiend is still around here somewhere.” She fumed, angry at her treatment by the fiend. “Why, if I were larger I’d show that brute! He’d be the one in trouble.”
Post by Professor Ratigan on Mar 20, 2009 21:22:37 GMT -5
~~I'll help you out, Basil ~~
Out of the shadows stepped Ratigan. He chuckled as he slowly sauntered up to Basil , puffing on his cigarette.
"Well now, how are we feeling?" Ratigan asked, feigning concern. "I must say Basil, you had me quite worried. Going on about knights and knaves, you must have hit your head rather hard."
Ratigan tsked, enjoying his game. He could have fun tormenting Basil, all the while leading the detective further and further into his trap. Little did he know that Elisa had uncorked the wine bottle, effectively freeing his hostage.