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Who: Mrs. Brisby and You Open + Jason Dixon Closed

What: The mouse has been stalking everyone, trying to figure out whats happening. Now she's finally letting you see her...even talking to you. / Brisby remembers you Mr. Dixon and she's so happy you're alright!

Where: anywhere in around the temple

When: Before plot starts kicking in

Warnings/Notes: Mouse stalking? Tiny Talking animal.

1. Everyone. Open

[ In a quiet moment, a pause in whatever you're up to right now you might hear or see a little movement as the little mouse in red comes close. You may have noticed her before. She's been around since you got here, running around on the edges of everything. Watching, you and everyone else. Now she's making herself known properly. Shyly coming forth.]

H-hello. I'm sorry to bother you. I just... I thought... maybe it's time to meet you. I'm Mrs. Brisby....and yes I can talk.

2. Dixon. Closed

[ She wasn't sure at first. But as she began her watch she noticed him more and more and she wasn't imagining things. It was in fact the human man who had saved her from the water in her dream. So she followed him a little and when he was alone she came to him. ]

Do.... Do you remember me?

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...small farm in Nebraska, to a gold mine is Alaska...

[It takes him a while to notice her, and when he does it isn't because she's talking. He's got his iPod on (78%), cycling through songs, singing in quite a nice voice in an undertone that occasionally turns into just humming, ostensibly looking for some type of food, be it animal or vegetable. For the most part he's really just shuffling around, trying to while away hours, figure out what step he can take next. He cradles his arm a bit, feeling his dislocated shoulder throb with pain with each heartbeat.]

...we didn't find it there so we moved on, I know you're tired of following...

[He sees a flash of red in the grass from the corner of his eye and turns to where Mrs. Brisby is following him. When he sees her, the expression on his face is incredulous and even delighted.]

Mrs. Brisby?

[ oh thank heavens He Does remember her! She relaxed all over and beamed up at him. ]

I'm so glad to see you!

[He sits down on the ground and holds out his hand so she can climb up on it if she wants. He pops his earbuds out with the other, making sure to power down his iPod completely so he can save the battery.]

I figured I just imagined you until some of the other folks around here told me there was a mouse with a cape running 'round.

[ She happily scrambles over to slip into his hand ]

I thought you were just a strange dream. Have you been well?

[He thought she was a dream too, although it felt a bit too solid for that. Dreams kind of fracture and fade with waking, switch what happened when and who was involved, while this one at least remained in the same order the whole time, even if the details were hard to parse.

He holds her in cupped hands in his lap.]

Not particularly. Actually. But I'm alright. [The burns on his face have been healed into scars, and hey, he figured out how to get drunk on magic so he isn't deep in the throes of detox, so it's better today than it was last week. He still pines for nicotine, though. And still can't get through a night without breaking down into tears at least once.]

Where've you been? Did you start off with the rest of us? [Probably not, but hey, mice can hide in someone's clothes or on a dragon's back, maybe.]

[ She pat his thumb consolingly looking up at him tenderly. Poor man looked like he's had a rough time of things. ]

I'm not really sure. I've been here a little while, and mostly I've just been out of sight. It's disquieting being so far from home, I still am not sure what happened...or if my children are alright. It's taken some time for me to get the nerve up to start approaching you and the others.

Well, people are pretty big in comparison. That makes sense.

[He's impressed she'd kept up, really, what with her small legs. Probably lucky they haven't moved on from the temple yet. Kind of instinctively he rubs his thumb across the fur on the top of her head, then stops himself, figuring she might not like that.]

Sorry. Wait, you got kids?

[ The petting startled her a little but she's not offended. ]

Oh.. it's alright. And I do, four.

[ Her voice got soft and wistful and she sighed. ]

They're so small still, I do hope the shrew has taken charge while I'm away...

They got a dad that’ll take care of them?

[She’s not the first mother here not sure what became of her children. Dixon’s been running into a lot of them lately. They’ve carved a specific pit of sympathy into his heart. He thinks of his own mother, pounding on the bathroom door to be let in and help as he nearly passed out from being beaten half to death, the terror in her voice at her baby so bloodied.

He adjusts his position so Mrs. Brisby is a little closer to face level, wincing as it jostles his injured shoulder.]

[ She lowered her eyes and slumped a little clearing her throat of the tears that tried to build. ]

No.... I'm a-afraid he was killed. It's just me.

[He doesn't know what to say to that. The corner of his mouth draws a little tight, because there's not much you can say to someone who doesn't know if their children are going to be alright, not only doesn't know but has no way to know. May never have a way to know.

He doesn't want to give her false hope. The last time he gave anyone any hope at all it ended up crushed.]

Fingers crossed for the shrew. [He makes a crossed-finger gesture with one hand, then uses his good arm to lift Mrs. Brisby up to the crook between his neck and shoulder. No use in sitting here ruminating on the fact that there's nothing she can do for the most important people in her life. He doesn't have any ideas besides distracting her.]

Come on, I'll show you around what we got set up at the temple. [He makes the decision not to walk her past where all the dead squirrels and rabbits are trussed up.] It's not as bad as it smells.

Oh, hey! Glad you decided to talk to us.

[ Cassie crouches down and extends a hand toward Mrs. Brisby, palm up and slowly so that she doesn't think she's trying to grab her. ]

Nice to meet you. I'm Cassie.

It's good to meet you as well.

[ she hesitates only a moment and then she's in her hand. ]

[Cassie doesn't lift her hand up off of the floor, lips curving down into a thoughtful frown.]

...Gotta say, this is actually the first time I've had an extended chat with someone your size, so I'm not exactly sure how to do this so you're comfortable. Do you want up on my shoulder or something?

[ Tim has indeed caught sight of the tiny mouse darting around the walls at the edge of his vision. He had assumed the temple made a good home for rodents. It was, at least out of the elements.

Other than the occasional glance to check that the movement wasn't larger and more threatening, he hasn't paid her any mind. The Batcave is full of bats – mice are an improvement. They can’t get caught in your hair.

When the mouse comes up to him, he thinks it’s a bold one. When it speaks, both eyebrows raise, but this is a teenager who regularly sees talking animals of all shapes and sizes, albeit only one color. Beast Boy can only do green.

This isn’t Gar Logan though. After a moment of consideration – and to get a good look to make sure she’s not wearing any of Pied Piper's control devices, Tim extends his pinkie towards her. It’s still too big for her to shake, but if the mouse or mouse-person can speak, she might also have a sense of social pleasantries. ]

Mrs. Brisby, it’s nice to meet you. My name’s Tim. Are you a native, or did you fall through the same magical tunnel as the rest of us?

I'm not from here no.

[ She studied his hand and smiled gently patting his finger as a way of greeting. ]

I believe I'm to be part of your groups. Though how I might be of much help to you all, puzzles me.

[ Okay, that answers that. She definitely has humanesque social skills. Tim will treat her as he does anyone else. He'll just add crouching down so they're a little more eye-to-eye. ]

I almost wish you were. It would be nice to have someone explain all this, and I think you'll be as helpful as anyone else that's turned up. Mice can smell better than humans, and you'll be better than even me for shimmying through ducts and finding out what's on the other side of locked doors.

[ He doesn't have his lockpicks with him, so naturally he's trying to devise a means of having a mouse crawl under a door and somehow unlock it, despite the relative height of most locks. It's a work in progress. ]

And you believe there will be much sneaking to be done?

[ She had volunteered for such work before. Mice were useful for that kind of work indeed. Her husband had made a name for himself in such ways and here... well if she could do little else then she would make the work her own, at need. ]

[ He gives her a look that is both positively delighted and, just a little beneath the surface, almost wickedly mischievous. ]

There is always sneaking to be done.

[ If there isn't an immediate reason, Tim will find ways to make sneaking into the preferred option. He plays to his strengths. ]

Hello Mrs Brisby. I am Garviel Loken. Are you are a very polite small... [ Loken searches for the word, then nods ]

Mus Musculus, yes?

You must have had some impressive genehancement by a Magos Biologos in order to talk.

[ He tries to look unaggressive. Sadly he's a Space Marine, and even at rest they look like they're about to smash through a wall. ]

Oh! Oh no, not me. My husband and his friends, I think, had.... enhancements...but as far as I know...I'm just a normal mouse, Mr. Loken.

[ She is a little nervous...that seems like a very bad line of conversation to be on with a human. ]

[ Loken doesn't pick p on it. The microexpressions of humans are hard enough for him to pick up on, and a mouse is entirely impossible to read from his limited experience. ]

Be that as it may, you are certainly the first one of your kind that I have met which talks. A pleasure, then. You are new then?

[ Arturia is sitting quietly, her sheathed blade across her lap. Her eyes are closed, the knight meditating--or perhaps simply having a nap, it's hard to tell. When a small voice reaches her, though, she cracks her eyes open, then peers down at Mrs. Brisby.

Cute. ]

...A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Brisby. Would you like to come closer? Or are you comfortable down there?

[ She's making small-talk with a mouse. Weirder things have happened, but not often. By way of invitation, she lowers an open palm to the ground ]

I am Arturia Pendragon, also known as the King of Knights.

If you do not mind me coming up?

[ She relaxed greatly this young female seemed very polite... She scrambled carefully into her hand.]

I hope that I am not bothering you.

[Kon'd been outside the temple, trying to figure out how to make a basket when she walked up.]

Oh. My God.

[Color Kon delighted. No, he hasn't sat through many Disney movies, but he's got enough of them programmed into his brain to be slightly delighted about talking animals.]

[...And they're way easier to appreciate when they're not drugging you and treating you like a slave. It was nice that the Wild Men had become his friends after they realized he was intelligent, but his time on their island hadn't exactly been a picnic.]

[This is much better. Way better circumstances and she's tiny and cute.]

Look at you! You're adorable. You have a tiny little cape even.

[Kon isn't just relatively large in size because he's human(ish), he's pretty large even for a (kinda) human, so to make it so she doesn't have to project her voice as much, he flops over (carefully) to lay on his side, facing her, his head propped on his hand.]

Hi! I'm Kon.

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[ Well goodness! A startled laugh left her. ]

Well! Thank you, I suppose, young man. It is nice to meet you.

[ He was still very big, but she was flattered by his words and that he came down to her to speak.]

[Her senses were keen enough that was aware of it.]

She didn't reach for her sword just yet, but she remained on guard regardless.

It wasn't until their rather meek introduction that she relaxed, if only slightly. Their appearance did little to unsettle someone as traveled as Agrias.]

So the lady has finally decided to reveal herself.

[Still, Agrias didn't appreciate being observed in such a manner.]

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Yes, I suppose you spotted me? Forgive me... it's only that all of you are so much larger then myself. Are you very upset I have watched you?

[ Had she taken a misstep already?]

Not often would an observant hidden in shadow bring good fortune, especially for a knight such as I.

[Agrias' gaze and stance both soften regardless.]

I would ask for your name, and your intentions.

[There's a touch less coolness with which Sariatu regards this particular new stranger. After all, they have things in common. They both surprise the humans with their intelligence. They're both missing their children.]

What a coincidence. So can I.

[She crouches on the ground to speak to this teammate better, pausing her nearly ceaseless prowl.]

My name is Sariatu. [She pauses, picking up on the etiquette of the wifely title.] Mrs. Kuwagata Sariatu.

[It's certainly been a long time since anybody's called her by her married name.]

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