Post by Cap'n Ryu! on Jul 10, 2010 18:15:32 GMT -5
username
Ryu-star!
current canons
Cid Highwind.
auditioning for
Mickey Mouse / King Mickey.
________________________
[ Please read the notes at the bottom of this audition. ]
Ryu-star!
current canons
Cid Highwind.
auditioning for
Mickey Mouse / King Mickey.
________________________
[ Please read the notes at the bottom of this audition. ]
I.[/COLOR]
It was funny, how time could change a person. Whereas a person might begin their lives under the control of some tyrannical being, determined to ruin their lives and shape them into individuals just as unsavory as themselves, they could very well outgrow those teachings, no matter how many or how life-changing they were, to become upstanding, honest members of society. Or how even the richest, most spoiled of individuals could one day lose everything, and be forced into an unforeseen situation, knocked quite far down the figurative social ladder. But as drastic as some of these changes may be, it is hard to really find one that describes the alterations the Mickey Mouse of decades past had undergone to become the valiant, brave, highly respected King of the present day.
For over seven decades ago, he would barely be recognizable. Not only because of his highly altered appearance, but simply because of the fact that his personality was so vastly different.
For example, King Mickey would never be found doing whatever he could to avoid responsibility. He wouldn't sneak off when his boss was otherwise occupied, and find a little hidey-hole in which to spend his time. And he certainly wouldn't be so bold as to sleep in said hidey-hole, protected from his boss and the world at large by his naturally fantastic ability to avoid detection.
The Mickey of over seven decades ago, however, would do so.
Incidentally, that's what he was doing on that day, gloved hands resting behind his head as he slumbered, mind filled with thoughts of grandeur, and of aspirations that would likely never come to fruition. What many would not realize, however, even if they were to gaze upon the then-peasant as he slept, how realistic his aspirations were. Whereas, in that time, many people his age would have dreamed of finding hidden caches of treasure, or of (haha, as if) traveling to far-away places, he dreamed of improving his homeland. Yes, he was a slacker, and yes, he enjoyed just wasting time, as opposed to actually doing what he was supposed to, but the simple fact of the matter was, he truly cared about certain things. It all depended on the topic in question.
His occupation as one of Pete's deckhands? No, that didn't really mean much to him. In fact, he was only in the cat's employ because of a simple prank gone wrong - it was his one and only way of making up his debt towards the cat.
But improving Timeless River? Now that was something that he wouldn't mind working towards. Indeed, he loved his homeland, and had come to befriend and look up to the other residents, despite the fact that many had been annoyed with him from time to time as a result of his practical jokes, but the world meant... well... it meant the world to him. And he couldn't help but feel that, traditional as the place may be, it could be improved.
He dreamed dreams of a world of color. One in which people would not have to suffer through the horrid blandness of grays and blacks, able to see the world in a whole new light. A world in which the residents could forgo their simple, small homes for ones much more fantastic.
A fantastic world.
"GET UP, YA SLACKER! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP SLEEPIN' ON THE JOB, BOAT-BOY!"
Jerked from his slumber by the sound of none other than Pete himself, shouting at him from several feet away, the young, playful mouse slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to dispel the cloudiness his rest had left behind. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but the sight of grass beneath him and a faint light in his peripherals made it quite evident - he was on Cornerstone Hill, the gathering place for almost all of the River's residents.
Getting slowly to his feet, Mickey felt that smile he was so known for, charming and amiable, spreading quickly across his face, only seeming to enrage his boss further. The cat went on his way, stomping loudly and shoving Clarabelle aside, leaving the young mouse alone to stretch away the slumber he knew he wouldn't be able to return to very easily. Sighing inwardly, he turned on his heel, ready to follow his boss and get back to work (for five minutes or so, at least), when he found his attention drawn towards the Cornerstone, close nearby.
As he gazed at it, Mickey realized just what that stone symbolized.
To him, that artifact represented hope. So unique in the River's rustic setting, Mickey felt as though it represented just how fantastic the years to come truly could be. That one artifact almost made him feel as though he would, perhaps, see his dreams brought to fruition. That he wouldn't be stuck in this repetitive lifestyle of his for too long.
Booted feet carrying him away from the hill and back towards the dock, Mickey found his dreams sliding into his mind, those images of grandeur still remaining with him, even in his waking moments.
Maybe it's a sign... He mused, smiling wider as he continued on his way.
Whatever the outcome, he could only hope for the best.
He could only hope.
________________________
II.
It wasn't abnormal, these days, for Mickey to feel anxious.
And though one might tie that into his recent coronation and sudden position as king of his newly created Disney Castle, the world he had dreamed of oh-so-many years ago, he would have to disagree with such a statement. The simple fact of the matter was, he had no fears for his own safety. No, he had been taught how to handle a sword, and how to utilize the power of magic, since being appointed as king - he could defend himself, if need be.
No, when it came right down to it, what Mickey truly feared for was the safety of his friends and loved ones. For you see, Mickey was, and always had been, a benevolent kind of guy- er, mouse. Despite the fact that he had been appointed king due to his efforts towards shaping Timeless River into a much more prosperous, magnificent world, he had not forsaken the people that he had formed relationships with in years gone by. Rather than treating them as some other king might, he had instead chosen to honor those relationships he had formed, his friends and loved ones having been given positions within his royal court, rather than simply being forgotten.
Which was what had caused his brow to furrow suddenly as he placed his spell book on the ground, gaze shifting from his perch atop the entrance to the garage to take in the courtyard around him. He hadn't noticed until now, as he had been so engrossed in his studies, but now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen anyone that day. Not Goofy or Donald, with whom he usually ate lunch and discussed important or amusing moments in their recent lives. Not Daisy, either, who usually came along to assist him in finding the perfect book to continue his studies.
Not even Minnie, which was the most surprising of all. Yes, he could look past the fact that he had not seen his friends, who could very well be otherwise occupied, but to realize that his wife was inexplicably missing as well? No, he was worried.
Getting to his feet, the anthropomorphic mouse hopped from his perch to land gently on the courtyard, legs carrying him as quickly as possible while still remaining silent, slipping through the open castle doors and peering down carpeted hallway to see...
Tiny feet escaping around the doorway into the throne room.
Well that wasn't suspicious at all.
Sword emblazoned with that instantly recognizable mouse symbol appearing instantaneously in his hand, the king crept slowly towards the door, thoughts turning towards his friends, and the danger they could very well be in. If anything were to happen to them... he didn't know whether he'd be able to handle it. It would simply be too much.
Seventy or so years spent in the company of people he had come to admire and love had formed bonds that he never wanted to be broken. And the thought of even one of those friends being taken from him was almost unbearable - it was a major part of the reason why he had been reluctant to take up the position of king. Having such a position placed not only his own life, but the lives of his loved ones in grave danger. The devious Pete was a perfect example - if he hadn't banished the cat (reluctant as he had been to do so), his friends very well could have been harmed.
Taking in a deep breath, the mouse threw the door open, only to see...
His friends all gathered there, clapping and smiling, each and every one of them present and accounted for. It was then that Mickey realized just what the occasion was.
It was the first anniversary of his coronation.
His frown instantly reversed, that unique smile of his spreading across his face as he dismissed his sword, running forward and hugging each of his friends in turn.
"Gosh you guys! I-I don't know what to say!" He stated with a soft chuckle, scratching his dog, Pluto, behind his ears.
It was funny. It was almost as if, when he was with his friends, any worries he might have just... faded away.
They were his escape, and he wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.
Nothing at all.
________________________
III.
It was rare for the king of Disney Castle to feel true fear.
After all, Disney Castle was a world revolving around the element of light - all-encompassing, powerful, protective. And as king, he had come to utilize aforementioned element to the best of his ability, to protect the Castle from whatever dangers it might fall victim to. That, accompanied with his sheer amount of trust in his friends and members of his Royal Guard had made him feel quite confident in the Castle's defenses. And though he had been a bit worried from time to time about his friends' safety, he always realized that not only could he protect them, but they were fully capable of defending themselves, should anything happen.
Or at least, that's what he had thought.
Darkened clouds and shouting had drawn him towards the residence of his Court Wizard, Donald, in the hopes of finding some outside aid to fend off these creatures, so much more powerful than anything they had imagined. And though that sounded like a good idea in theory, there was no guarantee that they would succeed in their task. Yes, the idea of there being other life outside of their home had been discussed, but there was no proof - for all they knew, this 'signal' could all be for naught, and could very well just result in them siphoning power that could be utilized elsewhere.
But Mickey was a brave individual, and he was all for taking chances.
A short time later, he, Donald, and Minnie had gathered in the Throne Room, attempting to block out the sounds of battle from just outside the door. Joining hands, the three focused, each tapping into the magical potential within them.
And from the circle they formed, ethereal, blinding light burst forth, disappearing through the ceiling and off into the unknown, where they could only hope that aid would come to them.
Shaking his head slowly, the king released the hands of his loved ones, turning to face them with that steel he had first shown in Donald's place of residence once more becoming evident in his eyes. Without a word, he reached off to his right, sword materializing in his hands, to the shock of both of them.
"Mickey! You... you can't be planning on going out there!"
The king simply smiled towards his wife, giving her a reassuring hug before turning away, steely determination once more overtaking his being. "C'mon, Donald! The fellas need our help!" Taking off in a sprint, Mickey couldn't help but wonder why anyone would want such a force to attack a peaceful group such as them.
Whoever it was, he'd make sure that they realized the mistake they had made.
fin.
________________________
So yeah. You might be going "a three-parter? Wtf?' But I wanted to get a chance to show the different sides of Mickey's personality, and I find it hard to show the conflicting sides of it in one situation. Therefore, I did three different situations. Also, they're all set at different times to show his progression through the years - he started off as a mischievous little guy, and grew into the mouse we all know and love.
Oh, and I hope the Storm doesn't effect this. I noticed that you guys were NPC'ing him (obviously, seeing as how the last part takes place right after the appearance of the Anomaly in 'His Majesty's Call', but I just hope that it doesn't affect this. XD.[/size][/blockquote]
