❂ three | audio

[gazingup]

Yvaine? Yvaine?

....

YVAINE.

[ that last yell sent birds flying from their tress, if the sudden rush of chittering was any hint. yes, he's still in the forest after three weeks. ]

Where did you run off to? Honestly, this place is dangerous. You- You could get yourself hurt, and then I'd-

[ paaause, wait! here comes the light bulb, and he takes the communicator out of his pocket, snapping it on...only to realize it was already on in the first place. ]

...Blasted thing. There's no sense to how it works, turning off and on like its got a mind of its own. Probably does have a mind of its own, if you ask me.

Anyways, what was I, oh-

Hello, City? Everyone? I was wondering- I was wondering if any of you have seen a woman wandering around? Blonde hair, silver dress, insufferable temperament. Yells and complains quite a lot, so I'm sure it's not hard to miss her.

[ crickets chirp, and yes those are actual crickets. ]

I've got to find her. She's a star, you see- I'm sure this is the first time she's touched ground in ... in centuries, and she could easily get hurt running off by herself. So if any of you see her, would you please direct her to me? Or rather, actually- Would you tell me where she is?

My thanks for your assistance.

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voice; /throws a mouse at you

[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, while quite a number of ladies in this area can be recognized by that same temperament making finding her quite difficult, I regret to say I have not seen her.

Her and I have not met but only spoken through this thing, so forgive me for asking, but is she really a star or has she lost her mind when she told me so?

voice / you are a portent to his fate weep 1/2

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

Then this City must attract a specific breed of women. [ he'd laugh if he wasn't so irritated]

Yes, she is an actual star. Not rock or stardust, but flesh and bone. Don't ask me how though. When did- When did you speak with her, Mouse?

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[gazingup.livejournal.com]

...You're a talking mouse.

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[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

Not all of them are so... unladylike. Just a few. A few too many.

A few days ago? I do not remember exactly.

[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

[In a deadpan voice, dripping with sarcasm you can feel. Can you feel it, Tristan?]

Really? I was unaware of that. Is there anything else I should know about myself?

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[gazingup.livejournal.com]

A few days ago? Not yesterday or today? You're sure?

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[gazingup.livejournal.com]

[ Through every pore of his body. The fact of the matter still hits his brain like a brick wall. ]

But mice don't talk, never mind think like humans! Their brains are too small.

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[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

[No, Reep did not disconnect the line. He's over here seething at the fact Tristan just told him his brain is the same size as Pattertwig's. That's an insult on equal standing with calling Aslan a mere kitty.]

[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

If that is what you believe, then draw your blade and meet me at the wood's edge. I will show you that it is not I who is small-minded, you imbecile.

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

[ . . . ]

I have to admit, you're awfully adorable, Mouse. However, I've got to find Yvaine before she runs into trouble. We can play together later.

[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

Adorable? Did you think I became the Chieftain of the Talking Mouse Squad by being adorable? I didn't not take down full armies of Telmarines by playing. I was not playing when I laid King Caspian flat on his back.

And you will address me as Sir Reepicheep and nothing less, fool.

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

[laughing]

Would you- Would you look at this! I've got to show Yvaine when I find her-- this adorable little warrior mouse.

[ more laughter ]

What sort of armies were those? Houseflies, gnats, and cockroaches? And as nice a bluff as that is, it's physically impossible for a mouse to knock down a full grown human. Unless we're talking about a swarm of mice.

/drive by

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Believe him. He is one of the best knights in my service and he will not play games with you.

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

[silence. then a snort. then laughter.]

[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

Will you also show her you being defeated by a mouse much like a misbehaving child is defeated by his mother?

Impossible, it is not. I will show you if you would just bring your blade and your coward self to the forest. I will not fight an unarmed child.

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

I haven't got a blade or time to spare playing games with you now, Mouse. I said we could play after I find her.

And I'm eighteen, far from a child.

[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

It will not be a game, I assure you. I will not hold back.

But apparently you think like one. It's an easy mistake to make with you.

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

Even if you don't hold back, I'm sure it will be like game.

I'm- I'm being entirely rational. In my world, mice don't talk or fight with swords. They just chew holes, make a mess of everything, and get eaten by cats.

[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

Believe that if you will. It will only serve to further your demise at the end of my blade.

Your world is not Narnia. In Narnia, we Talking Mice are a common sight, albeit some idiots are much like you still. Do not compare me to common mice. I have never been eaten by a cat nor do I intend to.

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

All right.

...But how can you knock down a person who's foot is bigger than the width and length of your own body?

[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

By using his stupidity against him.

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

You mean, you'll tickle his feet with your fur?

[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

[...]

Yes. Exactly that.