02-04-2016, 05:13 PM
Mickey Mouse was flabbergasted.
So, it seemed his admirer had decided to approach him. The mouse admired the blue creature’s bravery—if nothing else, he was very forward—but would admit that he lacked top notch conversational skills. The Omniverse proved time and again that it had different customs than the Disney Realms, but even through all the epic battles and hostile stand-offs he’d survived thus far, Mickey was pretty sure “you’re wanted dead by the Empire” did not qualify as good manners.
“Rude,” Mickey sighed under his breath, just loud enough for Belle to hear. She stifled a chuckle—the two hadn’t known each other more than five minutes, but this intrusion had already brought them just a bit closer together.
The strange cyborg (at least, Mickey supposed he could be called a cyborg, but he actually had no clue what to think of the creature’s origins) paid the pair little mind as he barreled through his speech. So, he and Minnie had caused such a ruckus in their escape that the EPD had placed a bounty on his head. He vaguely remembered that fact coming up; perhaps it had been Proto Man that alerted him to it, or maybe he’d just noticed it while scanning the Dataverse when the pair of pint-sized heroes had shared bodies.
Still, the threats barely phased the mouse. He had been through too much in the past few months to let a whippersnapper like this get him riled up. Besides, who knew what friends or enemies this room held? Causing a commotion—as their new “friend” seemed keen to do—would only hurt them in the long run.
“I think we’re all working together, bud,” the mouse smirked, sliding backwards off of Belle’s shoulders and landing feet-first on the ground. He slipped between the girl’s bare legs and looked up at the guy. Sure, his figure might have been a little intimidating; he certainly towered over the mouse—but then, so did everyone else. “Besides,” he continued, staring the Toa directly in its cold, dead eyes, “Don’t you think it’s a little rude to ask someone to be your friend after threatening to take ‘em out?” The mouse giggled, glancing up at Belle. She simply stared at the thing, her muscles a little tense.
Mickey frowned, and then realized he knew absolutely nothing about her. How many times had she been in situations like this?
No reason to put her in harm’s way—this wise guy could wait.
“Are you rejecting my offer?” the thing asked.
“I’m not the type to say no to friends,” Mickey clarified, “But I’m also not the type to take bullying sitting down. Especially from someone who hasn’t even properly introduced themselves.”
“Hey, I think that might’ve been in one of your cartoons, too,” Belle interjected, and Mickey looked up at her and smiled, still lost as to what the word ‘cartoon’ meant in the first place and what the heckskies it had to do with him.
The thing grunted. “Kopaka, Toa of Ice.”
Mickey squinted his eyes in confusion. He only recognized half of those words. Belle placed a hand on her hip. “What the hell did you say?” the redhead scowled.
“Yeah, come on, pal, English, please,” Mickey agreed. He glanced briefly up at Belle. “Watch your language, okay?” Her expression soured.
“My name,” Kopaka explained, “I am Kopaka, Toa of Ice. Now, I will repeat myself: are you rejecting my offer, Mickey Mouse?” The mouse sighed. This guy really didn’t get it, did he? Nimbly, the mouse leapt up and climbed back onto Belle’s shoulders before making eye contact once again with the Toa.
“I’m not sayin’ yes, no, or maybe, buddy,” Mickey blinked, “I’m saying what happens out there’s gonna happen. I’m friends with everyone until they give me a reason not to be.” Kopaka didn’t seem to have a response.
“Should we bounce, Mickey?”
“Yeah, Belle, let’s go.”
And with that, the mouse and his girl brushed past Kopaka, slipping into the crowd and out of sight. Mickey scanned the crowd for Proto Man, but somewhere in the shuffle the preteen machine had disappeared from view. Oh well, the former King thought, I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other eventually. For now, the mouse had found someone new to hang out with—and if there was one thing that hadn’t changed from the old days, it was his passion for making new friends. And unlike ‘Kopaka, Toa of Ice,’ Belle seemed like a pretty nice gal.
“Gosh, what a creep, huh?” the mouse asked.
“Seriously.”
So, it seemed his admirer had decided to approach him. The mouse admired the blue creature’s bravery—if nothing else, he was very forward—but would admit that he lacked top notch conversational skills. The Omniverse proved time and again that it had different customs than the Disney Realms, but even through all the epic battles and hostile stand-offs he’d survived thus far, Mickey was pretty sure “you’re wanted dead by the Empire” did not qualify as good manners.
“Rude,” Mickey sighed under his breath, just loud enough for Belle to hear. She stifled a chuckle—the two hadn’t known each other more than five minutes, but this intrusion had already brought them just a bit closer together.
The strange cyborg (at least, Mickey supposed he could be called a cyborg, but he actually had no clue what to think of the creature’s origins) paid the pair little mind as he barreled through his speech. So, he and Minnie had caused such a ruckus in their escape that the EPD had placed a bounty on his head. He vaguely remembered that fact coming up; perhaps it had been Proto Man that alerted him to it, or maybe he’d just noticed it while scanning the Dataverse when the pair of pint-sized heroes had shared bodies.
Still, the threats barely phased the mouse. He had been through too much in the past few months to let a whippersnapper like this get him riled up. Besides, who knew what friends or enemies this room held? Causing a commotion—as their new “friend” seemed keen to do—would only hurt them in the long run.
“I think we’re all working together, bud,” the mouse smirked, sliding backwards off of Belle’s shoulders and landing feet-first on the ground. He slipped between the girl’s bare legs and looked up at the guy. Sure, his figure might have been a little intimidating; he certainly towered over the mouse—but then, so did everyone else. “Besides,” he continued, staring the Toa directly in its cold, dead eyes, “Don’t you think it’s a little rude to ask someone to be your friend after threatening to take ‘em out?” The mouse giggled, glancing up at Belle. She simply stared at the thing, her muscles a little tense.
Mickey frowned, and then realized he knew absolutely nothing about her. How many times had she been in situations like this?
No reason to put her in harm’s way—this wise guy could wait.
“Are you rejecting my offer?” the thing asked.
“I’m not the type to say no to friends,” Mickey clarified, “But I’m also not the type to take bullying sitting down. Especially from someone who hasn’t even properly introduced themselves.”
“Hey, I think that might’ve been in one of your cartoons, too,” Belle interjected, and Mickey looked up at her and smiled, still lost as to what the word ‘cartoon’ meant in the first place and what the heckskies it had to do with him.
The thing grunted. “Kopaka, Toa of Ice.”
Mickey squinted his eyes in confusion. He only recognized half of those words. Belle placed a hand on her hip. “What the hell did you say?” the redhead scowled.
“Yeah, come on, pal, English, please,” Mickey agreed. He glanced briefly up at Belle. “Watch your language, okay?” Her expression soured.
“My name,” Kopaka explained, “I am Kopaka, Toa of Ice. Now, I will repeat myself: are you rejecting my offer, Mickey Mouse?” The mouse sighed. This guy really didn’t get it, did he? Nimbly, the mouse leapt up and climbed back onto Belle’s shoulders before making eye contact once again with the Toa.
“I’m not sayin’ yes, no, or maybe, buddy,” Mickey blinked, “I’m saying what happens out there’s gonna happen. I’m friends with everyone until they give me a reason not to be.” Kopaka didn’t seem to have a response.
“Should we bounce, Mickey?”
“Yeah, Belle, let’s go.”
And with that, the mouse and his girl brushed past Kopaka, slipping into the crowd and out of sight. Mickey scanned the crowd for Proto Man, but somewhere in the shuffle the preteen machine had disappeared from view. Oh well, the former King thought, I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other eventually. For now, the mouse had found someone new to hang out with—and if there was one thing that hadn’t changed from the old days, it was his passion for making new friends. And unlike ‘Kopaka, Toa of Ice,’ Belle seemed like a pretty nice gal.
“Gosh, what a creep, huh?” the mouse asked.
“Seriously.”
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