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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?

Threaded | Flat

...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, 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.

[ 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?

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. ]

[ 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.

[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.

Edited 2018-04-10 00:36 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited 2018-04-11 04:43 (UTC)

[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.]