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Post by Greenie on Mar 8, 2008 17:49:58 GMT -5
Mia was faintly repulsed by the man's obvious lack of hygiene, and he briefly wondered how the rat could be so repungant, yet his room be so immaculate; but perhaps it was simply an adult thing and he was too young to comprehend. Neither of his mothers were like this, though.. but he did not know many adults, really.
"Any reflective surface will do, sir. Perhaps a bathroom mirror, if you have one?" Bigger was better, really--Mia wasn't sure if Mo would go through it the same way he did, just kind of poofing in and out, so he wanted to be sure it would be big enough for both of them.. but if Osias produced something small, it would just have to work.
The ferret watched with interest as Osias rifled through his things for a key, then a powder.. and tried not to laugh when he inspected his cup so closely.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 8, 2008 18:09:30 GMT -5
A mirror? Oh yes, he had one.... it wasn't his best friend but he had one. He'd have to go take it down, but it was definitely do able. He was not going to make himself pass out on the bathroom floor.... there just was no way. He muttered a pardon and disappeared briefly into another room and after a few curses later, as it had decided to give him trouble and he'd nearly dropped it, he returned with a mirror that was just as clean and well, shiny as the rest of his room was. No matter how busy he was he always found time to clean it seemed. He spoke as he situated the mirror against the desk, making sure it wouldn't fall over.
And about the time, how long will you be? I'd hate to mix too little and ruin your quest.
His twitched as he gave one last poke to the mirror ensuring it's stability and straightened himself back up, awaiting an answer so he could mix his little tea powder concoction and get this show on the road already. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 8, 2008 18:21:49 GMT -5
Mia snickered under his breath at the swearing and curses, but calmed his expression immediately once Osias reappeared with the startlingly clean mirror, given the trouble he seemed to have went through to get it. It was certainly big enough for the two of them; it was nearly twice his size, and Mo was somewhat smaller than he.
The ferret paused to consider the question. "No more than five minutes. It will either work, or it won't." He then shrugged, as he didn't have a more specific answer than that. The only way it would take longer was if Mo protested--but Mia wasn't planning on giving him time to protest. He was going to waltz in, grab him, and shove him out.. and either he'd fall through and into the suite, or he'd fall back and would remain where he was.
Hopefully it would be the former. Mia had no wish to face Osias' wrath.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 8, 2008 18:42:56 GMT -5
His tail twitched a bit as he had a brief little fight with his mind and firmly told it to shut it's trap, er, well that little voice everyone had that told you when something sounded utterly stupid. He had to admit the whole idea sounded a bit far fetched, and he was, in a small way, letting a child tell him what to do.... but wasn't the prospected result worth it in the end? He had to keep reminding himself that or else, well, he'd certainly lose interest as well as his good mood.
You should be able to wake me around the five minute mark.
There were still kinks to work out in his sleeping powder, one of the side effects being a rather... prolonged sleep, but it generally worked well especially in small doses. He opened the container and took a small pinch of it out and into the cup, taking the tea pot in his hand next and pouring the tea over top of it. He stirred it with his finger, primarily just to get the powder out of his fur, and then took a seat on the floor a fair distance away from the mirror. If it worked, he certainly wouldn't want children landing on top of him.
He tipped his cup at the young ferret as he spoke.
A bit of luck for your plan.
There wasn't anything else to really say or do, and luck had gotten quite a few good things in life, and so he simply lifted his cup higher and downed the tea with a grimace he couldn't hold back. If only he could find something that worked as well as tea did with the powder, ugh.... tea was disgusting. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 8, 2008 20:20:05 GMT -5
Dysthymia nodded in response. If this worked, chances are he would be totally disregarding Osias in his glee with Mo; if it didn't, he'd.. well, he wasn't really sure, but it wasn't worth thinking about just yet.
The ferret waited patiently as the rat prepared himself, idly watching Osias' thoughts through the mirror. His expression was somewhat pained, as if he wasn't sure why he was doing this.. and also annoyed, at him. Mia couldn't fathom why from his expression-thought, but didn't particularly care at the moment, either. As soon as Osias downed the tea Mia's gaze zoomed straight in on him at the mirror, waiting for his mind to escape to it's natural dreamland: Morpheus' home. He could see Osias' actual body through the mirror if he looked closely enough, so the boy knew the moment he'd completely fallen asleep, because he'd slumped over.
In that second, he was able to see into the same room he'd always visited Mo in, and moments later he was able to see the weasel in the middle of the room. He hadn't noticed Mia, but Mia didn't care--he took a deep breath and lept in, just like he had last time.
He fell to the floor with a crash, but a more coordinated-one; his bindings didn't tangle and he was on his feet within seconds and next to Morpheus. "Mo! Come on, let's go, before he wakes up!" The ferret said urgently, one paw latched around the weasel's arm, tugging gently. If the weasel allowed him to do so, he would tug both of them back through the mirror, though they would likely crash from going too fast.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 9, 2008 4:42:21 GMT -5
It wouldn't take long for the powder to kick in or for the rat to merely slump over. The cup slipped from his fingers and hit the floor, rolling to the side a bit before it stopped. The drop had been to short for it to break.
Osias appeared in the usual room he did when he slept, he was so familiar with it he could have told you everything about it with his eyes closed or, better yet, while he was awake. He let his eyes focus before he looked for Morpheus and found him sitting and watching him with a look that just screamed 'you're late!'. So he had formed some kind of a schedule? He hadn't even noticed.
Mo wasn't expecting any other visitors, or voices, so when Mia spoke he jumped and bristled. He turned only to discover that it was Mia and felt suddenly foolish, and then immensely confused. He was being.... pulled? He didn't understand what was going on until right before they hit the surface, and he hit it with tightly closed eyes. Surely he wouldn't actually be able to go through it, right? Wrong.
With his eyes closed he saw nothing that went on until he hit the floor, face first, and bristled a bit all over again. That... hurt. He opened his eyes, blinking a bit and then bristling fully, something was definitely off. Did he really clunk his head that hard? He looked to Mia questioningly, but couldn't find any words. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 9, 2008 9:14:26 GMT -5
Thunk. Clunk. Ow.
Mia hit the ground just as hard as Mo, but he hadn't been paying as close of attention this time and had hit his ear--specifically, the ring in his ear. It slammed into his head and caused a bit of pain, but he checked it immediately and it hadn't cut anything, so he'd be fine.
The ferret sat up and immediately poked Mo, to make sure he was real in the way that only a child could. "It worked. IT WORKED!" Mia shouted uncharacteristically loud and jumped up to grin over the boy. He then remembered the mirror and looked back at what was now just Osias. He almost had Mia look at his mother, but thankfully remembered before he said something that Mo wouldn't be able to see him. He'd just see.. a mirror.
"You're out, Mo." Mia held out a paw to help him up.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 9, 2008 13:56:56 GMT -5
Mo's ears went back a bit at Mia was suddenly shouting that something had worked, what had worked? He was so utterly.... lost. However, one ear came forward and a brow was arched when he was poked, and then that ear slid backward again at his next sentence. He was out? That was what father had always talked about, getting out or free, and it was supposed to be a good thing, yes? Well, with that taken in consideration his ears came forward once more.
So I'm really out? Where is.... out?
Sezja was more then a little taken a back by all this. He'd been awake and watching the whole time and had settled down when the child disappeared, but not the child was back and had another one with it. The bander didn't quite understand what was going on as generally children did NOT come out of mirrors, and thus he bristled and coughed from his basket, placing his front paws on the floor. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 9, 2008 20:51:23 GMT -5
Mia stared at him like the weasel had suddenly grown horns--what other OUT was there, for suits' sake? "Out, Mo. Out of his head. Real-world out. Welcome to reality, my friend! The ferret replied, more than a little sarcastically. He guestured around the room, then remembered Osias's sleeping form a few feet away.
"I'd show you, but uh, your mom is still asleep, so we better wait for him to wake up." Mia then remembered that Osias could probably still see him through the mirror, so gave him a thumbs-up through it, and pointed to Mo.. though Osias probably couldn't see Mo, as he was beyond the window. "It should only be a few more minutes, he only took enough for like five," The ferret mused, wondering what they should do in that time span. There wasn't enough time for a game.. drat.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 9, 2008 22:32:26 GMT -5
Morpheus had no earthly clue why Mia was giving the mirror a thumbs up, but whatever floated his boat worked he guessed. He'd certainly been 'real' longer then he had, but Mo was definitely dieing to stretch his legs in this realm, especially now that he'd fully come to his senses. The colors seemed to be much more brilliant here, prettier, more focused. He liked it, he liked it a lot.
At the mention of his mother he peered over at his slumped form but when his gaze returned to Mia he had quite the roguish grin upon his muzzle and his tail curled into that happy little S shape, oh yes he was certainly plotting something.
Good, that gives us a head start then, yes? Let's go!
He wanted to see everything and familiarize himself with it without his mother by his side for once. He loved the rat, but he needed to get out and explore and his own, or, rather, with a friend who wasn't old and terribly dull. He trotted over to the door and peered up at it, seeing the lock and taking it as a challenge.
He turned, placing his hind legs on the wall and extended his tail upward, flicking the lock first up and then over before maneuvering the hand with his tail and working a back leg over to push the door open. He then turned his focus upon Mia once more with a rather pleased expression. |
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