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[churchninja]

[The communicator is blindly thumbed on and dragged across something hard, presumably the floor. Scraaaape.]

Walker…

[Link pauses, his breath blowing across the PDA.

He went back-for a short time, he actually went home! It was like he'd never left; he'd been at Headquarters, and Walker had been there just as he remembered, and then the Cardinal-

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[Voice]

[holystarseeker]

What happened?

[Tense. Because he, too, went home. To a very nice time, thank you very much, Libitina. :T]

[Voice]

[churchninja]

[At first, Link doesn't recognize the voice. And then, after a moment, he does. Ah, he's certainly glad to hear Mister Mouse, but how does he even try to explain this? He really shouldn't. Hopefully the bare minimum will suffice.

Seems like Libitina's plan backfired with that one. Hope the wife and kids were doing all right.]

I was returned to my home world, only to find myself brought back... [a breath] Merely another of Libitina's tricks.

[Voice]

[holystarseeker]

[You people and your Mister Mouse. Quite lovely, yes, thank you.]

You're hurt.

[Mickey fights wars for a living, yo, he can tell.]

Where are you?

[Voice]

[churchninja]

[Link doesn't want to distract from more pressing matters, but lying will cause more troubles than it's worth. Besides, if Mickey knows something that might reverse the effects, Link will be able to assist with everyone else.]

I am...

[He pauses to think on it, still somewhat disoriented. If he's in Nesreca, he has to be in his old room.]

In room 101.

[Offline]

[holystarseeker]

[He doesn't bother to answer -- he's already on his way. When he opens the door, Mickey has to stare for a moment, because... what in the hell is that?

He stoops lightly near Link, careful to make enough noise as to not startle the man.]

What happened?

[forever?]

[churchninja]

[The sound of approaching footsteps signaled Mickey's arrival. So he isn't sprawled across the floor in an undignified position, Link pushes himself up. Having managed to gather most of his wits in a short timespan, he remains upright but with a noticeable waver.]

Mickey.

[He turns his face towards the doorway, straining his ears. Claiming nothing had happened would just raise more questions.]

I was attacked.

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[holystarseeker]

[Mickey, for a short mouse, is now at eye level with Link -- or, well, would be if Link had eyes. They weren't Dark -- but what had happened?]

... I'm gonna try healin' 'em. Stay still.

[But before Mickey tries:]

What were you attacked by?

[churchninja]

[Following Mickey's instructions, Link stills. There is a moment of deliberation, in which Link weighs the consequences and then comes to a decision. Mickey's attempting to heal him-Link feels he owes some sort of explanation.]

It was someone within the organization I serve-someone I had no knowledge of whatsoever. Please, do not tell the others. I will when the time is right.

[Preferably after this mess has calmed down and they make sure everybody gets whatever medical attention they need.]

[holystarseeker]

Sure.

[Without hesitation -- there's a sudden green light as Mickey attempts to heal whatever has been done to Link's eyes. It takes some improvisation -- but soon, the feathers begin to slowly retreat.]

[churchninja]

[Link held his breath, anxious, disappointed when it didn't immediately take effect...

And then, whatever magic Mickey casts on him works. Slowly, he blinks, and is relieved to see a a bit of light in the middle of bushy feathers. Once they've disappeared completely, he gently touches his eyelids to make sure they're still there. They are.]

Mickey, you've done it... [He works his mouth a few times, impressed.] Thank you.

[holystarseeker]

[The mouse brightens suitably, once Link assures him he can see, and he lowers his hand.]

Good! Here's hopin' whatever did that to you never shows up here, yeah?

[churchninja]

[The Apocryphos... here? Link prays that never comes to pass.]

Indeed. I am in your debt. Please, never hesitate to call on a favor.

[He won't forget this, Mister Mouse. Given the chance, he would bake you a massive cake. Rhode can't have any.]

omg. 8| The notif for this never came. I'm so sorry this is so late!

[holystarseeker]

[Mickey likes cake! But he would probably give it to Riku. 8|]

There's no need. I'm not in the habit of askin' for favors in return.