4th Gear [Filtered Voice/Action]
[It seems like a normal day in Splendor, peace still poignant in the early morning air. However, that was about to change for one particular person and his pet.
Mickey's out on his usual walk in the Metropolis district, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious as the sun began to peek over the horizon; his greatest mistake. He should have waited until the sun was out and there weren't any shadows cast by the buildings he continued to pass. Too bad for him he doesn't look up.
Five seconds; that's all it would take.
Five: His beloved dog was growling at the darkest of the shadows. It steals away the Mouse's attention. Perfect.
Four: Red eyes begin to glow in the shadows. The Mouse summons his Keyblade and begins to fight off the monsters; a natural reaction of a warrior-king, to be sure. It was exactly what the other was hoping as his own appeared in hand.
Three: The Unversed were positioning him; now was his chance and only chance to escape- Mickey doesn't take it. Oh, so unwise. The boy is now falling over the edge, not bothering to pull out of the dive by summoning another to catch him. It was going all too smoothly...
Two: Pluto yelps, having been brought down by overwhelming numbers. Hm... Perhaps bottling up his negativity for so long was a good move -- it certainly did add to the potency of his fledgling emotion's actions.
One: Mickey looked up four seconds too late, meeting the sight of a black mask and gear-shaped Key.
And everything goes black...]
[Filtered to Riku]
[He can only cover voice so the moment, but in the pre-dawn light it isn't like there's much of a problem hiding anything but his gold eyes. Though the smirk and malevolent glint in his eyes would give him away in a heartbeat until he could slip into the act.
The tone of his voice was the easiest to manipulate.]
A-Ansem--
[He sounds almost timid -- shocked, even. It's obvious that he's running somewhere, but where that is is anyone's guess.]
--We... may have a problem. [Because this is too much fun otherwise.]
[ooc: And with this we start the player-run plot. Enjoy the distraction, Riku~ brb stealing your bitty!bff. B)]
Mickey's out on his usual walk in the Metropolis district, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious as the sun began to peek over the horizon; his greatest mistake. He should have waited until the sun was out and there weren't any shadows cast by the buildings he continued to pass. Too bad for him he doesn't look up.
Five seconds; that's all it would take.
Five: His beloved dog was growling at the darkest of the shadows. It steals away the Mouse's attention. Perfect.
Four: Red eyes begin to glow in the shadows. The Mouse summons his Keyblade and begins to fight off the monsters; a natural reaction of a warrior-king, to be sure. It was exactly what the other was hoping as his own appeared in hand.
Three: The Unversed were positioning him; now was his chance and only chance to escape- Mickey doesn't take it. Oh, so unwise. The boy is now falling over the edge, not bothering to pull out of the dive by summoning another to catch him. It was going all too smoothly...
Two: Pluto yelps, having been brought down by overwhelming numbers. Hm... Perhaps bottling up his negativity for so long was a good move -- it certainly did add to the potency of his fledgling emotion's actions.
One: Mickey looked up four seconds too late, meeting the sight of a black mask and gear-shaped Key.
And everything goes black...]
[Filtered to Riku]
[He can only cover voice so the moment, but in the pre-dawn light it isn't like there's much of a problem hiding anything but his gold eyes. Though the smirk and malevolent glint in his eyes would give him away in a heartbeat until he could slip into the act.
The tone of his voice was the easiest to manipulate.]
A-Ansem--
[He sounds almost timid -- shocked, even. It's obvious that he's running somewhere, but where that is is anyone's guess.]
--We... may have a problem. [Because this is too much fun otherwise.]
[ooc: And with this we start the player-run plot. Enjoy the distraction, Riku~ brb stealing your bitty!bff. B)]