Disney Castle's Garden

[thaed]

The King was quite blithe, which was a polar opposite of the emotion he thought he'd currently be feeling: sadness. After all...their main adventures were over. The king would rarely, maybe even never see Sora again. After the events at the world of Nobodies, after reuniting on Destiny Islands, it had been made certain that they might never see each other again. This was something that King Mickey was having trouble coping with. After all, through all of what they had gone through, Mickey had grown attached to the crew. They had developed a sort of companionship...an undying trust for one another.

But, his emotion was nothing of what he had expected it to be. At the current moment, King Mickey Mouse was extremely pleased, not only with himself, but with the amount of party-goers who decided to attend his celebratory get-together. There were tons of people here, even some familiar faces, and Mickey simply kept his cheery, smiling face on as he always did. Walking down the red carpet that ran across the hallway that led to the Garden, Mickey looked out of the windows to his right, smiling ever so widely. His queen was already within the Garden with all of the other party-goers. Several musicians played in a band that was primarily of violinists. Now, The King was about to make his grand entrance.

Of course, he did not enjoy being treated more importantly than everyone else, so he had told all of his workers and musicians to not acknowledge his entrance. He would simply walk in, just like any other attendee, and try to blend in. He expected many people to be surprised to see him, but that could not be avoided. Perhaps it was not as rare, seeing a Keyblade wielder, as it was in the past. This was another thing that disappointed The King, for Keyblades had become a cliche weapon since the events at the World That Never Was.

Walking down the steps and into the Garden, The King caught several frantic looks upon his arrival. Many people stopped and stared, but he was soon within the crowd, much shorter than much of the people here. Thus, it was hard to determine his exact location. His golden crown glinted in the sun as his crimson red cloak dangled at his ankles. He had chosen to wear the shorter cloak, for the longer would surely have gotten stepped on in such an occasion. On his body, the king wore his usual clothes, the dominantly red outfit that was similar to Sora's.

[northsky]

This world was getting stranger by the minute. A cat/dog/tiger....she wasn't even sure what the heck the red animal was, was greeting people. And every minute, more and more people appeared, chatting quietly, as if waiting for something. She stood in the back, hiding in the shadow of a large pig hedge, feeling very out of place in this large group of talking mammals. They all seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly everyone was quiet, and all heads turned simultaneously, looking in one direction. She turned and saw a....mouse with a crown walking into the large party. Soon he disappeared among the sea of bodies, a bit short to be standing out, but she can see his golden crown occasionally glinting and blinding her in the eyes.

He must be the king of this castle, which intimidated her even more. Dodging further into the shadows, she sighed, quietly waiting for the buzz to die down. She really was not made for parties like this. Landing here was maybe a mistake. Yes, this place is a nice refreshing change, and it had seemed relatively quiet at first, but who knew so many people would be filing in?

Running her hand through her dark hair, her eyes caught onto someone who seemed to be keeping away from the crowd too, as if she was hiding, just like her. Seems like she was not the only one who was feeling a bit out of place here.

[angelous]

Angelous came out of the gummi hanger. He took a look at himself, long black hair with bright red highlights, in organization robes, and two scars that form an x on his face, and then at everyone else. At first, he tought he'd stick out. Then he saw the mouse, and what appeared to be a large red tiger, and changed his mind. He spent about five minutes wondering what to do, and who to talk to, about where he was, or even about his past. He saw a girl, and figured he should pull the hood down so that she didn't stare. He stood there, wondering, why couldn't he remember anything before him leaving what someone called Castle Oblivion. He hoped that someone here might know why, or even have a clue as to who might know. He decided to ask someone. He saw the girl was closest to him at the moment. He walked over to her and said, "Hi, my name is Angelous Lycan. Whats your name? And do you know where we are?"
She just stared at him, as if he was even more out of place than her. Or perhaps it was just the fact that he had one blue eye and one green eye that was causing her to stare.
Before she had the chance to answer, he went to the mouse and said. "My name is Angelous Lycan. Do you know anything about Castle Oblivion?"

[seraph]

Angel nodded to Nanaki, acknowledging that he had heard him. Someone had just entered the garden that everyone knew of. Angel knew exactly who he was. And he felt a rage well up in his chest when his eyes fell upon this particular character. Had he the will to fight here, the mouse would have fallen then and there. He had, in a way, been the cause of Ansem's demise.

Looking away from the small, red jumpsuit clad mouse, he spoke to Nanaki,
" Uhm...no. I've never been to, or heard of that place. It sounds...nice though."

[Medy]

With the arrival of a royal presence, Nanaki would instinctively turn his head to view who it was making their way through to the party. None other than the King itself, so it seemed. An honour for the people here surely, he thought as his eyes would make their way to scan the attire of one of the people he considered with the utmost respect. The beast would side with anyone who had allied themselves with the good side of the world, automatically bringing themselves to take on the task of dealing with trouble. But a King to do so, that was most certainly an honourable task. His tail would continue to flicker as he watched King Mickey attempt to blend in with the crowds, proving difficult with the amount of attention he had gained by simply appearing. From the view of Nanaki, he would contribute to this no more as he would turn back to his companions and leave the King to go about his business.

Rolling his eyes back to Angel as he awaited a reply, he would pick up something else. Animals had a sixth sense, an ability to pick up empathy and generally how a person felt. From Angel, it was impossible for the beast to not notice the negative thoughts that just seemed to emit from his character so strongly. My my, he thought to himself whilst hiding the fact that he had picked up upon it by maintaining a normal expression. It would seem that not everyone here is such a big fan. With that, an eyebrow would raise however as he glanced back across the King. The stories that he had heard of the fall of Ansem, it was quite clear as to the reason for the hatred aimed directly at the King. Nanaki however wouldn't make comment of this, there was no place to cause an uproar here. He wouldn't spoil the fun, it wasn't of his nature. Instead, he would turn attention to Angel's response and answer that to distract his attention.

"You could call it a paradise, that's what I think of it anyway. It's home. Most people enjoy it there, it is beautiful."

Nostalgia, certainly, as he would reflect back on his past. He had left Cosmo Canyon such a long time ago with his family, yet he had begun to give it more thought recently. Not that he was particularly feeling home-sick, he purely desired to see how everyone was getting on back on Gaia. With the thought of the matter, he would gently bow his head in thought once more, as another thought came into his head, the memories of the One-Winged Angel. Lifting it again, he thought shake the thought off and smile again. There was no time for considering such a negative past, what's done is done. The party was to be enjoyed and so he would enjoy it.

[scrii]

[ooc; sorry for being a pain in this post]

This was weird.

He'd just arrived in this place: everything was so bright, so fresh, so vibrant!! The overwhelming green struck his eyes immediately, and he hardly even noticed the strangely-shaped plants scattered about, nor the people who were likewise socializing. However, he did notice a giant white tower, looming several metres up and tipped blue, with grand bold colours marking its beautiful features. What place had he stepped in to? It was definitely a place fit for a King, or a Queen...

Or both?

Something suddenly flashed back to him, and the boy almost laughed at his stupidity. This was King Mickey's castle! He'd heard all about it, as well as its beautiful gardens... which he was in right at that moment. And it was then that he started to drink in the exciting atmosphere, and puzzle at the various green shapes around. There were also several people already here, none of which he recognized, all socializing rather merrily. Feeling a little awkward and wondering how to approach, he finally settled on a casual, curious saunter towards them: and that's what he did.

His heartbeat quickened as he spied a red-pelted animal of some sort: he seemed to be friendly enough, but... well, Khaiden didn't really have many people skills, let alone... animal skills? Somehow he didn't get the impression that this beast was some dumb cat who didn't know what was going on around him, but... well, this would still be a challenge for him. And... were those the oh-so-recognizable ears of the King he could spot? A mere moment later, though, he lost sight of who he thought was King Mickey, vanished among the taller crowd. Pity. Would he know how to act around royalty, though? Such uncertainty couldn't be good...

As he approached, he threw a friendly, awkward smile at everyone as well as a casual wave of the hand, yet any words which would mark him as having any brains at all caught in his throat. Feeling unable to join in any surrounding conversations, he squeezed a single word out of himself:

"Hey."

[seraph]

"Paradise, you say?"

Paris. That's what Angel knew as Paradise. If he were able to dream, this is what he would dream of.

"Yes...paradise. I'm from Paris, France. You probably do not know of this place. It is beautiful, though. But it is a small city compared to the world it is on. The whole world that I am from is rather large compared to this place and a lot of others...."

[angelous]

Frustrated that the mouse just stared at him, he turned away. Angelous then saw someone talking to a tiger? Or was it a lion? Oh well, it didn't matter. He figured that guy might know something about Castle Oblivion. His instincts, though he wasn't sure where they were coming from, told him this guy had great age, and possibly great knowledge. He stood there, wondering what to do. He decided to go over and ask him about Castle Oblivion. On his way there, he tripped, fell flat on his face and blacked out. When he woke up, it was dark. It was like he was back somewhere that he had been before, but didn't know why he felt this way. Then he saw himself, standing there. He walked over to him. He said, "What are you?"
The ohter him replied, "Your memories, your past. All will be revealed in time. I will let you know one thing about your past. Your instincts, they come from your demon side."
Then Angelous woke up for real. He got up and walked over to the guy he felt great age coming from. He asked him, "What do you know of Castle Oblivion?"

[seraph]

Angel had felt him coming. Had felt his eyes on his back minutes ago, and also, felt him fall on his face. Pretty embarrassing..yet humorous.
He turned to the person behind him and took note of the darkness surrounding him.

Castle Oblivion. Angel had heard of it. But his knowledge of it, however, was little. He knew who had resided there and what it had been used for years ago. But...he had never been there.

"Well....what is it you need to know?"

[angelous]

Angelous contemplated this for a moment and replied, "I can't quite remember. All I know is I remember very little about my past, and Castle Oblivion has something to do with why I can't remember. What do you know about it, and do you think anyone here might know more about it? I think I also got the robe there too, someone said something about an Organization before i got here."
While Angelous waited for a reply, he looked around and saw the mouse was wandering around. He felt sorry for the mouse. He looked sad, and out of place, compared to everyone else.
But, before the stranger could reply, Angelous felt a mysterious force telling him to go somewhere else for now.
Angelous then went into the hanger and left, not knowing where to go.

[thaed]

Things were going as planned, all except for not being noticed upon entrance of this grand party. Heads turned, eyes bore into The King's small body as he walked down the stairs and into the crowd. One step after the other, weaving around various pairs of legs, Mickey made his way to the circular platform that stood in the center of the garden. Previously, before this party, the platform had not existed, but Mickey had it installed specifically for this event.

That's when he heard those words: the words that asked him of a familiar place, a place he dared not speak of in such a populous place, and the person who asked him of the place spoke boisterously, obviously not caring who or what heard him. This would not suffice, but Mickey, for some odd reason, did not find himself able to speak at that moment. He simply thought silently to himself, holding his chin with his left hand. Obviously, the inquirer had grown tired of waiting, walking away and asking the same question several more times to several other people. His minuscule level of tact worked Mickey's nerves. Such things shouldn't be spoken of so freely.

Quickly catching up to the clumsy question asker who now stood with a quadrupedal animal and another man, the king held up his left finger to his lips, looking up and at the person who was repeatedly asking the question. "Shhh. Please, stop inquiring about that place in such a careless way! You can't speak of it to just anyone, ya know! People will grow frightened at the mention of that place." He said in his high pitched urgent tone of voice. Obviously, the four legged animal held some intelligence to himself, having an expression on his face as The King spoke. The other person with simply stared, looking disgusted, but for an unknown reason.

"I'll be more than glad to assist you, but it can't happen here. It's in the best interest of the people here that you don't mention what it is you're looking for." King Mickey continued, looking to the civilized animal then to the other man. He opened his mouth once more to speak. This time, instead of sounding unpleased, he spoke cheerily with a smile upon his face. "I'm Mickey, king of this castle. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." But after those words, the strange man who had been so recklessly asking questions walked in the direction of the hangar. He left this party to continue on his journey. Perhaps that was best.

[sorant]

Who or whatever the girl before him was she didn't respond but kept on walking away. He sighed in an oh well style and decided to leave her alone. If she was ignoring him then he wouldn't bother her, but if she hadn't heard well that was her problem. So he just let her be and went back to join the party with the others, all of whom he did not know at all. He arrived just in time to see the legendary King Mickey as he made his less than obvious entrance. It had looked like he was trying not to gather attention but he did anyway. Thats just how it was for kings Sorant guessed.

He removed his hands from his pockets and swiped a kabob from a passing waiter with a silver tray full of them. They waiter was some kind of living broom and it seemed to fit in even though it looked strange. He took a bite out his kabob and slowly chwed it, not because he was savoring the flavor but because he was thinking. Man i wish I knew at least one person here. It feels wierd being around so many people in such an enclosed space.[/i] The kabob he was snacking on tasted abit like tuna mixed with beef. It wasn't a bad combination at all but it tasted funny as he swallowed it. His loner nature was starting to scratch at him making him want to leave, but he held that feeling back for now. He still had a party to party at.


Finishing off his kabob and tossing it expertly onto a nearby "trash platter" he strolled through the cloud saying quick "scuse me's" and "pardon me". He finally reached the center of the garden and climbed up ontop of the doorway hedge that led to the Gummy Docks. Although he didn't know that. Sitting up on the hedge cross-legged, his eyes darted through the crowd to see what he could make of it. A few groups here and there were conversing while other non-groupies were shuffling between them silently snacking on the appetizers that were floating around on broom-people hands. He breathed in deeply and almost wished for someone to talk too. Not that he wanted to talk but it felt right at a party to have someone to talk to, otherwise it felt like everyone was staring at you. And everyone probably was staring at him because he did just climb a hedge in full veiw and sat atop it as if he owned it. But he wasn't concerned with how he looked right now to others, only how they looked to him.

[kabuto]

At this point Ryudo was freaked out beyond recognition. A mouse that could walk upright and talk? Now he had seen everything, obviously he was in a different dimension to say the least. Planting himself against the shrubbery even more, he begin to question whether or not he should go back to his home. Then again, a talking mouse was probably better than his family.

Deciding to rise up, he walked right over to the mouse and figured he'd spark a conversation. "Umm, hi mouse?" Obviously this mouse was some sort of revered figure. But what was so prestigious about him? Ryudo was sure he'd find out sooner or later. Maybe he should've approached him with caution, rather than waltzing up as if he knew him formally.

[kabuto]

Noting the appearance of Angelous Ryudo nodded. "I'm Ryudo, tell me..who is this mouse and why is he revered as prestigious?" Ryudo needed an answer to this question before he did anything too foolish. The last thing he wanted was confrontation with those of another world. Nary did a moment pass that he didn't think of that happening. Lifting his Welkynd Rod, he stared at the jewel once more, and noticed it glimmering, maybe it was beckoning him.

Whatever the case, Ryudo was the only one who was aware of the rod's true power. Although he frowned upon using it so avidly, he would if need be.

[angelous]

Angelous replied, "Ryudo eh. That mouse is apparently the king of this world."
Then Angelous satisfied with the fact that he would talk to the king some other time, left, and for the first time ever in his life, with a smile on his face.