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Post by Rocket! on Feb 12, 2011 20:15:48 GMT -5
This is the Underworld.
Cold stone rests below your feet. It's... colder than anything you've ever imagined.
...that's not true.
This kind of cold-- this is the kind of cold gravestones have on cold nights, at the stroke of midnight.
Blue on all sides.
Catacombs, twisting away into darkness within sight.
And, behind your ears-- big as they are-- whispers can be heard.
Faint white lights are in the air.
Whispers can be heard.
Whispers can be heard.
Sanctuary...
Safety...
New.... dead...
Rejoin...
Pray to Hades...
Hades...!
Hades...
The god of the dead....
THE GOD OF THE WHAT?!
Memories-- vague ones-- return of the final moments in the battle at Disney Castle. Being blindsided by the red monsters, the danger that yet remained...!
...
But this place...
...he had died.
Hades...
Pray to Hades...
That name again. The white--
...they were spirits, weren't they? Remnants...
...would Mickey be like them too, someday?
Sign...
Hm?
Sign his contract...
...make a deal with Hades? What kind of--
Pray to him...
Pray to Hades... [ Death Quest for Ryu's Mickey.
Advance notice, Ryu--
due to the nature of Mickey's death,
conversion to Heartless or Nobody
forms is not an option this go around. ]  Call out Hades. Perhaps he's a nice sort of fellow, willing to hear out the King, perhaps grant him permission to return to his homeworld? |
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Post by Cap'n Ryu! on Feb 13, 2011 8:35:08 GMT -5
The feelings, they were a rush.
Though Mickey wasn't entirely sure what he was feeling.
He remembered defending the Castle - his Castle - from foes that seemed determined to destroy it.
It was a place of beauty, a place of life... and they had wanted to take it all away.
But this place most assuredly wasn't the Castle; this place had no life whatsoever, all biting cold and hushed voices from every direction.
The feeling that this wasn't a place he was meant to be in hit him like a brick wall.
Ears the size of dinner plates listened more intently on the whispered voices, and the King realized with a start that they were informing him of the situation, aiding him in some weird way.
They were offering safety, sanctuary - something that he most assuredly needed - this place gave him the heebie-jeebies.
They wanted him to pray to Hades, whosoever that was. He assumed that it was some sort of local deity, perhaps a kind, gentle--
Lord of the Dead!?
Flash of light, and his sword was in hand, a fierce determination on his face - he was a lively individual, with so much to do still in life. He couldn't be striking deals, casually conversing with decidedly evil deities!
Only, he wasn't alive, was he?
It came back to him then, being struck down by the Anomaly at a most inopportune moment, fading into oblivion faster than he could even register that he had been struck.
Sword disappeared in a flash, and downcast eyes focused on the cold stones below before the whispers once more registered to him.
Pray to Hades...
A moment's hesitation, and the King complied, gloved fingers moving to intertwine, eyes fluttering closed as he tried to pray to some deity he had never even heard of.
"Hades... Can you hear me?" He called out, voice reverberating off the stones, feeling considerably foolish as he stood there, eyes kept shut, hoping that this God of the Underworld would hear his pleas and come to his aid.
If he couldn't come back to life... he at least wanted to get a message out to those residents of his Castle that were still living.
To tell them to stay strong.
To tell them that he loved them...
[ Icky post is icky... >.> ]
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Post by Rocket! on Feb 14, 2011 8:12:08 GMT -5
"Number three billion, forty thousand, five hundred ninety-two."
A voice from behind.
"Mouse. Mickey."
The god looked from his clipboard to the dead mouse before him.
"Imaginative parents. Fantastic." the god muttered, his yellow eyes not paying the diminuitive being before him any more attention than necessary, putting his disinterested irises back to the paper before him.
He paused.
He looked to his shoulder, where a faint ball of light appeared to be giving the god praise and adoration.
Hades, thoroughly unamused, brought his hand over to the light.
And flicked it, splitting it in two in the process.
The whispers stopped short, dead as their comrade who, halved as he was, faded away.
Oh yeah. Not a good guy. Memo recieved.
The god, a silent blue flame flickering away in the stead of any actual hair, calm at the recent murder, tossed the clipboard over his shoulder, taking a few short-- dramatic-- steps for the corpse before him. The clipboard, dissolving in a wave of gray upon making contact with the wall, seemed... no longer relevent.
"Hades, Lord of the Dead, you know that, I-- know that... and let's make this quick, shall we?"
He... wasn't one to mince words. Hades' face was vaguely reminiscent of door-to-door salesmen.
That, um, wasn't a compliment.
The god pulled out what appeared to be a scroll of gray paper from-- from where?-- and pushed it before the mouse.
"You want life? (Of course you want your life back, I mean, please.) Well, I've got your life-- right here." Tap, tap, tap on the parchment. There were, um, a lot of words on that thing-- "One job-- more like a chore," the smooth talking god made sure to clarify, "and I will give you what you most desire, my little friend.
"Pure, no strings attached! life." He poked the diminuitive mouse in the chest for emphas--
WHAM
Mickey's ears were flooded with an unfamiliar sound, and the whole of his small body reveled in pain and surprise as he felt a shockwave go through his body, energizing the mouse from the top of his ears to the tips of his toes.
It was a heartbeat.
And Hades opened his mouth again, bringing back Mickey to this... world. "Kind of on a schedule here, so unless you've got something against getting the ol' blood pumping--"
The god reached out, dropping a pen in the mouse's hands.
And smiled. It was the smile of a victor.
"Initials only, if you'd be so kind," he said, "Gotta a lot of dead folk to see today." Do you sign the contract... or read it first? |
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Post by Cap'n Ryu! on Feb 14, 2011 23:17:32 GMT -5
A voice, suddenly, speaking from behind him. A voice from someone who, judging by the fact that he had just turned around, hadn't been there for long.
He whirled on his heel, eyes widening at what he saw.
This man was terrifying, even to the King known rather well for his bravery. Eyes darted from the flames flickering at the back of the man's head to the blue tint to his skin, the realization that this was Hades, God of the Dead, hitting him like a ton of bricks.
Eyes darted, then, to the paper in the God's hand that he brought forward a moment later, curiosity alighting the mouse's features at the thought that the God of Death wanted him to do chores.
It was a weird idea, but he knew that there was likely a reason behind--
Mouth opened in silent shock as a single shockwave coursed through his body, painful, surprising, but right, all at the same time.
It took him a moment, breath coming out in short gasps as a result of the sudden feeling.
Even in death, even in the presence of a man that was clearly up to something, Mickey's training as a king was kicking in, rule number six coming back to him: never sign a contract without reading it first.
Yet he knew this was Hades' domain, and ultimately, if the God of Death didn't want him to read it, he wouldn't be allowed to.
The hand that wasn't holding the pen reached up to rest at his chin, a smile playing across the King's face.
"Gosh, Hades. I wanna sign, I really do, but... would it be alright if I read it first?" He spoke, chuckling that adorable little mouse chuckle that he was so well known for.
He could only hope that the God wouldn't get angry with him for requesting such a thing... |
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Post by Rocket! on Feb 15, 2011 8:06:44 GMT -5
Hades rolled his eyes.
"Whaaaat? Of course-- I mean, what kind of scam do you think I'm running here?"
The god chuckled, unfazed by the mouses request, dropping the parchment into the mouse's free hand--
How did Hades do th--
Oh my.
There's... a lot of words.
CONTRACT
I, (initials here)1 (HENCEFORTH REFERRED TO AS "THE ABOVESIGNED"), do with the signing1 of this most unbreakable2 contract (HENCEFORTH REFERRED TO AS "THE AGREEMENT") obligate myself to serving Hades, God of the Dead (HENCEFORTH REFERRED TO AS "Lord Hades") until such a time as when the agreed upon conditions for THE AGREEMENT are fulfilled to the degrees and specifications as laid out in Section III, THE CONDITIONS.
I. SERVITUDE AND ENGENDERED3 OBLIGATIONS
Conditions and circumstances involved in the process of agreements to servitude with Lord Hades result in varying responsibilities and obligations from one Soul to the next. THE ABOVESIGNED, in accepting THE AGREEMENT, obligates him or herself to the following:
Ia. The completion of one solitary task (HENCEFORTH REFERRED TO AS "THE CHORE") as determined by Lord Hades and detailed in Section II,
Ib. Participating in unscheduled progress reports regarding the aforementioned task, as conducted by Lord Hades or any of entrusted by him to a task of such grand responsibility,
Ic. Proportionate retribution in return for unsatisfactory progress in accordance with the aforementioned progress reports,
Id. Not joining the Working Souls of the Damned Union. Any purposeful contact with a representative can and will result in the termination of THE AGREEMENT, and subject THE ABOVESIGNED to eternal damnation,
Ie. Destroying, demolishing, damaging, or in any way visibly defacing merchandise belonging to any Olympian God (or relatives, distant and otherwise) once every 24 hours.
Failure to adhere to the above within the constraints of THE CONDITIONS (Section III) will result in a review of THE AGREEMENT in as soon a reasonable time as possible as determined by Lord Hades, to discuss the insinuated disinterest with the otherwise garaunteed rejuvenation. THE AGREEMENT will be liable for dissolution during such circumstances.
II. THE CHORE
THE ABOVESIGNED, as mentioned above, must complete one solitary task (THE CHORE), detailed as follows:
THE ABOVESIGNED must ensure that the relative location of the Olympian known as Bergeron is, on any noon within the aforementioned timespan, not that of the city known nigh solely as Thebes.
III. THE CONDITIONS
The conditions for which THE AGREEMENT stands may not, by either obligated party, be broken. Breaking the condtions for THE AGREEMENT will result in proportionate retribution and immediate dissolution of THE AGREEMENT.
IIIa. THE CHORE must be completed within the timespan of 2.53510117 ~ 10-5 years, 150 hours, 1,000 minutes, 4,000 seconds4,
IIIb. THE ABOVESIGNED may not under any conditions infrom the Olympian Bergeron, directly or indirectly, purposefully or accidentally, that he or she is under the service of Lord Hades during the timespan as mentioned in Section IIIa,
IIIc. THE ABOVESIGNED may not leave the general Olympus Coliseum area until such a time as THE CHORE has been completed to a satisfactory degree,
IIId. Neither THE ABOVESIGNED or Lord Hades may change THE CONDITIONS after agreement,
IIIe. The agreed upon reward for the completion of THE CHORE (HENCEFORTH KNOWN AS "THE REWARD") will be given to THE ABOVESIGNED only after THE CHORE is completed within the constraints of THE CONDITIONS written here,
IIIf. If, under the unlikely possibility, Lord Hades should adversly affect THE ABOVESIGNED's efforts towards the completion of THE CHORE, THE REWARD will be immediately given to THE ABOVESIGNED and THE AGREEMENT terminated.
IV. THE REWARD
Upon full, complete, satisfactory completion of THE CHORE, THE ABOVESIGNED will recieve the below in return for services done in the name of Lord Hades:
IVa. Termination of servitude to Lord Hades,
IVb. Restoration of the damaged and/or dead existence as owned by THE ABOVESIGNED.
IVc. Any other payments Lord Hades decides proportionate or deserving in return for the completion of THE CHORE.
1 - Signature and/or initials supplied must and will serve as the abovesigned's wholehearted agreement and undertaken obligation to THE AGREEMENT regardless of minutiae that may otherwise deviate from the intended purpose of THE AGREEMENT.
2 - See Section III (THE CONDITIONS) for more details.
3 - Look it up.
4- As beginning immediately following the completion of THE AGREEMENT. This was gonna take some time to sift th-- "I'll give you a minute to make up your mind." Lord Hades said. Emphasis on a. Make up your mind, and fast, Mickey. This god's got more on his plate for the day, and you're not a priority.[/blockquote] |
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Post by Cap'n Ryu! on Feb 15, 2011 16:23:41 GMT -5
The King relaxed ever so slightly when Hades agreed to let him read the parchment before having to sign it.
After all, considering that he had to deal with troublemakers like Pete on a daily basis, he couldn't assume that clearly nefarious individuals would just be willing to play fairly.
Smiling cheerily at the God before him, eyes darted down to the parchment and were nearly a blur as they whizzed from side to side--
And in less than fifty seconds, he was moving the pen closer to the paper.
Yeah, he was a King. Reading important legal documents quickly was one of the first things he had been taught.
He had signed it a moment later, a rather sophisticated looking 'M. M.' adorning the paper, and he handed it back to the God, only mildly put off by the idea of what he was going to have to do.
Granted, there was probably some ulterior motive running through Hades' mind, but keeping someone away from a city couldn't cause all that much harm.
But he was focusing on the God once more, realizing that, though his math skills were somewhat lackluster, he probably didn't have that much time.
"I don't suppose you can tell me where this Bergeron fella is?" He asked, eyebrows raised slightly, excitement at the prospect of having this task completed and heading back to his home quite evident on his face.
After all, he couldn't spend the rest of his life being dead.
His people needed him. |
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Post by Rocket! on Feb 15, 2011 18:01:37 GMT -5
"Section 3, part f," the blue tinted god said smoothly as he pocketed the parchment.
...how did he do th--
"I can't, regrettably," insert chuckle here, "try and give you any tips, lest it, *ahem*, adversely affect you and this little chore of mine."
He grinned. "I'd, weeeeell, rather not risk it."
...
Jerk.
"And we have a DEAL!" Lord Hades shouted with a booming voice, sending the waves and interfolds of his toga swirling through and grabbing Mickey, taking him down into the depths of the unknown.
Where, after no small amount of time, he would land in the outskirts of Olympus Coliseum. [ Death Quest will be in OC, Mickey can freely RP in OC while working through the Death Quest, and Mickey cannot leave OC until the Death Quest is completed successfully. If the DQ goes south, then Mickey will be left stranded in the Underworld. (This is why his character location isn't changing yet.
Death Quest will be up within 24 hours! There's going to be a few rules with it for activity-- can't let you run around, dead, RPing without totally hindering ya! [/eviladminatwork] ] |
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