vatheon | the sorcerer's apprentice

Who: Mickey Mouse and you.
Where: Around the city.
When: Afternoon.
Style: Whatever you'd prefer.
Status: Open.

Mickey was on patrol and though he should have been on guard, he couldn't help but be distracted with everything that had happened the past month. Aside from the horrible excuse for an April Fool's joke plaguing him, more and more people from his 'adventures' had arrived. What effect would this have on their timeline? What should he tell them of the past and future? Then there was the very nature of Vatheon itself... the coral, the tattoos, the attitude of the murderers...

He sighed, slowing down his walk. He was feeling useless at that moment, with far too many options in front of him. However, something else also happened to be in front of him. There was an old broom leaning against a wall, no doubt left behind by a busy worker. In an instant, he remembered the guards back at his castle, and the foolish experiment in his youth. Welcoming the distraction, his mind began to wander... his power had certainly diminished ever since he entered the bubble, but, maybe...

Believing he was completely alone, he began to roll up his sleeves. He took a step back, concentrating, and then held out his hands, wiggling his fingers towards the broom. He looked absolutely ridiculous...

... So of course someone would have to spot him.

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[What in the hell. Just once could he go for a walk without somebody doing weird crap in public. This was kinda funny, though. Maybe it was worth sticking around for.]

You've got a pretty strong eye for that broom there, eh?

[Aw frick frick frick frick - he freezes, blushing in sheer embarrassment.]

... H-Hiya.

[Still amused, Nack crosses his arms and slips into a more comfortable posture.]

No, please, don't mind me.

[He clears his throat, standing up straight with his hands behind his back.]

Aw, I wasn't... doin' anythin'. W-whatcha up ta yerself?

Nice try, mouse. Real convincing. It's like the suspicion is just flying away.

What were you up to? I'm not gonna tell...

[Oh no. He's gunna have a difficult time telling this to his friends, no way he's opening up to a complete stranger so easily.]

It was nothin' important, all right? I know I looked dumb. But I'm really just on patrol.

[Eh, fine. No fun there.]

Patrol?

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[Suddenly, the broom lifts up off the ground, rising a good two feet into the air!

...From his hiding spot behind that barrel over there, Chibi can barely contain his amusement. Galestorm is an excellent pranking technique.]

[Mickey doesn't spot the pup at first, and automatically blames... the broom.]

H-hey! Ya get down here this instant!

[The broom does as commanded with an unceremonious flop.]

Good! Now see here, I -

[It just occurs to him that, with the magic he was trying to use, the giant lift couldn't have happened. He's being played.]

... Wait a minute.

[Oooohh? Is he busted? Better be quiet...]

[Hmmm. He decides to test a theory - he makes the same ridiculous wiggling motions again, but this time doesn't use any magic at all. Time to see if someone is messing with him.]

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[ Just when he'd thought he was used to the madness this city brought, really. So... have this doctor just calmly watching you a moment, Mickey.

Just... watching.

All the unsure. ]

[But he can feel those pretty eyes on him, Doc. He slow slows his wiggling fingers down to a halt.]

... Someone there?

[ And stepping forward now. ]

Yes, I... couldn't help but notice you were busy with that broom. I apologize if I seemed to be staring.

[He laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head.]

Aw, it wasn't... anythin' special... heh heh...

You'll find the city's weakened our magic, if that's what you were attempting. There's a bit of a limit as to what we can do now.

[ Bit of a curious look though. ]

Incidentally, what were you trying to do with that broom?

[Nope, still too embarrassed to say.]

Yeah I learned about that limit on day one... But, uh, I wasn't doin' anythin' too special. Pretty pointless after all.

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"...Mr. Mouse? What are you doing?"

Yes, it was inevitable that you'd be seen. Mrs. Brisby was carrying some tea leaves home, but Mickey's behavior caught her eye.

His cheeks turn bright red out of morbid embarrassment, and he slaps his arms down at his sides.

"N-Nothin'! Nothin' at all!"

"What were you trying to do with the broom...?" she asked, a little perplexed. Then again, finger wiggling? That's about the silliest thing she's ever seen.

He was clearly avoiding eye contact as well. it's not an important secret, but he's still visibly embarrassed. "Nothin'... too special... i-it's really not a big deal, ha ha!"

"If... you say so, Mr. Mouse..."

He clears his throat, trying to regain some dignity.

"W-whatch doin' today, Mrs. Brisby?"

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