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Post by five on Mar 14, 2007 11:58:05 GMT -5
*Fievel clambered up onto the kitchen counter at last and wandered amongst the untensils, plates, cups and bowls. Something in here smelled delicious, and he was determined to find it. At last he scrambled atop an overturned cup and stood before a wheel of Brie, a wedge cut out and oozing slightly. He sniffed deeply and sighed happily, a grin on his little face.*
"Cheeeese!" *he squealed before jumping down onto the wheel and capering across the surface for a minute before he tottered down the wedge on its side like a ramp and began to feast.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 14, 2007 16:22:33 GMT -5
*Erik, hungry after his long slumber, snuck up into the kitchen after hours. He listened intently at the wall which hid his secret entrance, and heard no one moving about. It was safe. It wouldn't do to let anyone know the Ghost had to eat, after all.
Exiting his cramped crawlspace, he crept towards the cabinets. They were well stocked, with many items growing ballet rats required, including anachronistic snacks full of hydrogenated fats and refined sugars. But Erik was hungry for something else. Something very specific.
Cheese. Namely, brie.
Ah, and there it was! He slithered forward, as if stalking the wheel, as if it would move should he make any sudden motions of his own. He reached out to take the cheese up in hands when he heard a squeak and dropped his prize in his shock.
A mouse, with excellent taste in cheese, had hollowed out one edge of the missing wedge.*
"A mouse," *Erik said to himself.* "A mouse in my house, much better than a louse. Perhaps he will not run from Erik."
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Post by five on Mar 14, 2007 16:39:06 GMT -5
*Fievel trembled a little, but the human didn't seem to mean him any harm.* "Who--who is Erik?" *he asked, wondering if they even spoke the same language.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 14, 2007 17:02:06 GMT -5
*Erik blinked at the tiny talking thing. This had never happened to him before.*
"A talking mouse?" *he mused.* "Perhaps I am mad, after all. Did you say something, little mouse? I am Erik. Didn't I say that?"
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Post by five on Mar 14, 2007 17:16:45 GMT -5
"Oh!" *They did speak the same language.* "You were talking in the third person, so I wasn't sure, is all," *the mouse shrugged, and pushed the large cap he wore out of his eyes.* "I talk all the time, though. No one would listen...no one but her heard as the outcast hears. Most people don't hear me, though--you must have really good ears. I'm Fievel. Fievel Mousekewtiz," *he rattled on, holding out his paw to shake, before realizing that this Human Called Erik was huge.* "You're really big. I've never met a human before."
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Post by Erik on Mar 14, 2007 17:33:18 GMT -5
*Erik nodded.* "I do have very good ears," *he said solemnly.* "But I have never heard a mouse talk before."
Perhaps it is because I wanted the cheese, *he mused. But he wouldn't have known what to do with Fievel's paw if it had been big enough to shake. That is, contact was a rare and special thing, and not something to be assumed lightly.*
"It is nice to meet you, talking mouse named Fievel." *He was not certain as to the correct form of address, as age was a difficult thing to determine in mice.* "You are lucky to have met a... human... not intent on killing harmless things. As many are."
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Post by five on Mar 14, 2007 17:34:59 GMT -5
*Fievel shivered a little.* "Then most humans eat mice, too?" And just when I'd hoped I could live in this country where there are no cats!
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Post by Erik on Mar 14, 2007 17:58:09 GMT -5
*Erik shook his head.*
"No, tiny one, they don't. But they don't like creatures that cause them inconvenience. They crush spiders and poision rats, you know." *The little fellow was trembling, and while Erik had little compassion for his fellow humans, he did not like to see weaker beings suffer. Unless they were weaker humans who annoyed him. The irony escaped him completely.* "But not around here, I think. The ballet rats are silly enough to eat it themselves, and the management can't have that. I think you are safe. But Erik will make sure you are not harmed."
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Post by five on Mar 14, 2007 18:02:24 GMT -5
*Fievel felt better at the human's assurances, and being a trusting little mouse, he smiled up at Erik.* "Thank you, Mister Erik," *he said.* "I've not got many...well, any friends in this new place. I've lost my family, you see...or they lost me..." *he sighed and his whiskers drooped as he remembered Mama and Papa and Tanya and Yasha.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 14, 2007 18:11:16 GMT -5
((One question: since I didn't establish whether Erik was wearing his mask, did you assume he was?))
*Erik frowned.* "A sad tale, Fievel-mouse. I cannot imagine what would bring a family to abandon something like you. You are not in the least bit unpleasant to look at." *He sighed.* "Erik has no friends, either, so you are in good company. Such that Erik can provide, at any rate."
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Post by five on Mar 14, 2007 18:20:14 GMT -5
((I don't think Fievel cares either way.))
"Oh, I think you're swell!" *said Fievel, sitting down on the the wooden handle of a knife on the counter, resting his chin in his paws.* "My family...I think losing me was an accident. They wouldn't leave me behind..."
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Post by Erik on Mar 14, 2007 18:37:45 GMT -5
"Oh. I see." *Swell? What did that mean? Was something swollen? Erik remembered belatedly that he did not have his mask on. Was this talking mouse mocking him? But the mouse just sat, chin in paws, staring dejectedly into space as if to locate his missing family.*
"You don't think I'm ugly?"
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Post by five on Mar 14, 2007 18:51:58 GMT -5
*Fievel glanced up at Erik, and if his fur hadn't covered it, it might have been seen that he blushed a little.* "Well..." *he said slowly.* "From what I've seen...I don't think humans in general are very good-looking at all. The prettiest creature I ever saw was Veronika. She was in the class ahead of me at school, back in the village in Russia. She had silvery eyes and the whitest fur..." ((OMG SUEMOUSE!)) *Fievel sighed a little before looking back at Erik.* "I'm sure humans think we mice are ugly..." *he shrugged.* "But I think you could all stand to have a bit more fur on you."
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Post by Erik on Mar 15, 2007 15:11:06 GMT -5
*Erik considered this. More fur would definitely be helpful. Could he grow some, and hide his face? But people didn't move around with fur, aside from those horrid muttonchop whiskers, so it seemed a dead-end.* "Curious. Yes, I imagine that all of us look rather alike from your perspective. Perhaps I should go and live amongst the animals. However, I have never met a talking one before, so I suspect my loneliness would be just as great."
*He sighed.*
"My Christine was beautiful, too. Hair like sunrise, or wheat. Eyes of the clearest blue with the morning star shining in them when she sang."
*He very much liked the idea of being ugly in a place where everyone was.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Mar 15, 2007 16:25:09 GMT -5
((E/F slash!))
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