The Price for Intrusion (TAG: James)

Well the mouse king had certainly made a few pit stops over the last several days that he’d been basically entirely unheard from. It wasn’t as though getting lost on adventures was something uncharacteristic for the mouse, but it didn’t make things any less difficult he imagined for his queen or his court. Last few days. Honestly Mickey wasn’t one hundred percent sure how long he’d been gone. That happened when you were traveling to different worlds with different rules and times of day. Time and time again he’d shown up, though whatever he was meant to find was not making itself known.

He’d certainly come across some very concerning things in his travels, all things he recorded in leather bound book with his royal seal of course all for Jiminy to sort out later. Still. Something had torn at him…almost ripped him from his study. He couldn’t help but feel that it had something to deal with Terra…or what was wearing Terra’s face. Not once had the king seen or heard a thing about him since the day he’d seen him near the MCP in Hallow Bastion. Mickey was spending an amount of time in the Dark Corridors lately that for anyone else would be concerning and in a lot of cases even deadly. The dark didn’t just heed him it entirely shied away from him even when there was uncertainty in his heart for no matter how many questions the king might have had, he would never question his own allegiance. He could not be convinced to claim something he did not want.

Another passage made itself known and he expected it would bring him somewhere in the deeper reaches like the Pride Lands, the king was alarmed to find that he was entirely wrong. The Corridor sucked him out into the pungent air, and deposited him like a lump of refused into the middle of what was busy enough to be a market square. All around him were wide eyes and tall humans. Leon or Yuffie looked like people who could pass here, but there was no question that Mickey was entirely out of place. The buildings and the street rows, everything was narrowed and perfectly straight with a gritty detail that he wouldn’t even begin to know how to describe. Many people were clearly up to their work here with…whatever it was they were doing. Some of them even put down what they were doing and opted for their weapons. Mickey went rigid his eyes narrowing before falling down upon himself. He was wearing the Nobody cloak. He’d forgotten that he decided to don it a little earlier. Typically he wouldn’t think of it, but he had a feeling that he was going to need it later. He’d just come tearing into an unknown world from a different realm dressed in a sinister looking cloak with probably what looked to these people like the biggest roundest and strangest head and ears they’d ever seen. Those with weapons were closing in.

He put his large gloved hands out in front of him. ”W, wait, hold on.” he began to protest, a shaky attempt at an explanation at best and right on cue before he could calm himself, the magnificent shimmer of gold from his keyblade emerged before him to making his attempt to confirm that he was there in peace an entire failure. That was definitely the gamble with intruding on other worlds.