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Post by doom on Apr 4, 2009 12:05:29 GMT -8
The strange wind that blew through Toon Town that evening held a note of foreboding. As though something were being brought with the oncoming gale. Papers fluttered down dew wet sidewalks, and every noise was echoed into the empty street. Among the scurry and flutter though a new sound began to emerge. The steady beat of footsteps bounced around, the wind hiding where the origin of the noise. After a few moments there was silence. He looked up at the dilapidated sign the once read ToonTown Courthouse. It had been moved onto Mainstreet since then, but well old toons had a tendency to hold on to familiar surroundings. The old door squeaked opened as he walked down the now empty corridors, following a path he'd memorized long ago. Up the stairs, two doors to the left...there. The faded writing on the door held only two words the were obscured for a moment by a black clothed man entering. As the door swung shut with a final click, the letters can be easily read. JUDGE DOOM |
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Post by Mickey Mouse on Apr 7, 2009 8:44:28 GMT -8
Following the trail of the former Judge of Toon Town was someone draped in a burnt red robe, held closed by rope around the owner’s waist. On top of the pursuer’s head, was a blue wizard’s hat, patterned with stars and moons. The short figure saw the hem of the man’s coat disappear around the corner and when he himself rounded it, he knew his suspicions had been correct. Before him stood the old court house which was slowly beginning to fall apart.
Lifting his head, his gaze following the trail of stone steps which led to the closed doors, the moon caught a glimpse of the pursuer’s face for the first time that night. Mickey Mouse pushed back the sleeves of his robe and with a determined look on his face, marched forward. A letter had already been sent to Merlin stating the mouse’s intentions to discover Doom’s plans, and at some point he was going to tell Donald what he was up to. For now, there was no call for alarm, and so it was all right for his friends to be left in the dark.
Mickey cautiously entered the court house. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the gloom, but luckily there was no sign of demented Judge. The faint sound of a door shutting reached the large ears of the mouse and he found a set of stairs that might lead him toward it. As Mickey climbed up he kept an eye out for any sign of the Judge, and absently tilted the hat forward on his head. Once at the top, he glanced in each direction, but only silence greeted him. He would have to examine the rooms one by one. With a short sigh, Mickey turned and decided he’d start with the chambers on the right.
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Post by doom on Apr 8, 2009 2:30:15 GMT -8
Doom was pacing in his office, a carefully executed movement- back and forth, back and forth. His lips were tight against his teeth adn frown covered his brow.
How long had he been gone? While he seemed to be unaware of the vast changes outwardly- in truth the decaying court house had only served to confuse him further.
His memories were jumbled for the moment, vague ribbons of faces, voices and events. They were slowly straightening out but still, some abruptly ended with no conclusion. Only fog.
The pacing stopped, and Doom spun on his heels. he'd heard a noise in the empty building that didn't belong to it. Not anymore. He waited patiently for another noise, before he would investigate further.
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Post by Mickey Mouse on Apr 22, 2009 9:35:03 GMT -8
He hoped the old building would not betray him, that the hinges on the door he faced would not squeak in protest, that the door would not moan against being moved. Mickey inhaled the stale air and slowly pushed against the obstructive object. It opened without sound and very little effort. Furniture was the only thing he found inside however, and dusty pieces at that. Mickey closed the door and proceeded on to the next room, continuing the process until he reached the end of the hall, having only encountered a spider along the way. Well if Doom wasn't on this side, then he must be on the other.
One by one, the mouse opened the doors and none of the ones he had tried turned out to be a problem, whether it involved being creaky or having been locked. But before the Court House was closed, everything had been checked and opened so if a door was locked it would have been highly suspicious. Mickey had become so concerned about opening doors that he did not notice the tiny pebble from the crumbling ceiling above before his shoe. The tiny rock was accidentally kicked and in empty halls made a small, but audible noise as it rolled down the hall.
Mickey's heart stopped and he ducked into the room closest to him. It was an old library, still full of books, with two levels to hold them all. There were plenty of hiding spots and the mouse raced up to the second level, turning sharply into an alley of shelves.
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Post by doom on Apr 24, 2009 17:12:26 GMT -8
As the pebble rolled forward, it suddenly hit the side of a polished shoe. Doom bent down and retrieved the small pebble, looking at it through glare hidden eyes. He grinned suddenly, too white teeth showing as he dropped the pebble with a clack to the floor. Carefully, the reanimated man walked calmly down the corridor.
His footsteps echoed louder then the small grit that had brought his attention to the hallway.
"Insanity." He murmured before slowly speaking louder, "Insanity and manic misbehavior! That's- what I've returned to. A melee and mishmosh of colors, voice and sketches."
He took and exaggerated breath, walking past the door the mouse had ducked into. He stopped suddenly and spun around- ridgid and eyes focusing on the small prints around the dust laiden floor and door.
"How I've missed Toon Town." he pushed open the door with his cane, laws of Toon Town holding that the tense moment needed a well made squeaky door.
"The sights and sounds- it's all coming back to me now." he spoke loudly as he walked through the aisle of the massive library, remembering the cartoon ducks and dogs that once ran it.
"Every little scene, every little line. Every. Single. Act."
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Post by Mickey Mouse on May 22, 2009 18:07:29 GMT -8
Doom knew he was here. Even the mouse who so bravely vowed to protect every Toon and had the wisdom of Merlin and Yen Sid to guide him had a shiver travel up his spine when the crazed Toon began to speak. The time to act was now. Or was it? Was the best decision one where he summoned up the magic of Yen Sid and attempted to take out the madman right there? Or should he wait for him to make the first move? Mickey’s brows furrowed, his mouth forming into a tight line as he concentrated, trying to assess where Doom was in the library.
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Post by doom on May 27, 2009 16:05:42 GMT -8
Doom turned around when he reached the end of the center aisle. His sharp eyes scanning every inch that he had just walked by. Nothing seemed to grab his attention, had he been mistaken? Another pause and he turned to scan the second floor above him.
"..."
With a sharp click of his heels he began his steady pace again, clip-clop, clip-clop. His foot falls resounded off the aging stairs, wood groaning at the sudden weight after so many years of dis-use. Only once did he stop; his foot having gone through a particularly rotten wood plank. After a moment he wrestled it free and continued on.
"How many years has it been, I wonder. How many years of pandemonium ruling the streets." his voice dropped to a hiss as he rounded a shelf and stared down the second floor aisle. "Olly, Olly. Oxen free." he said with a manic grin as his hand hovered in front of the first shelf.
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Post by Mickey Mouse on Jun 9, 2009 13:38:54 GMT -8
Mickey frowned at the childish chant the former Judge sang. His taunts would not be enough to lure the mouse out of hiding, though he was only a few shelves behind the one Doom stood by. Would the magic he possessed be enough to vanquish the Toon forever? If his own dip wasn’t even able to do the trick, then what could? Of course Doom had never had to face the awesome powers harvested by Yen Sid before and Mickey just hoped he was strong enough to pull this off. It didn’t matter what Doom wanted at this point, clearly he hadn’t reformed, and all that remained was that he be etched out forever. Mickey screwed up his face in concentration, the feel of old magic pulsing at his fingertips. At the back of the room, a large clock ticked down the seconds to the mouse and villain’s inevitable encounter.
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Post by doom on Sept 7, 2010 21:19:38 GMT -8
The Judge stepped away from the row of books, staring almost blanking into the aisle between them all. How long had it been since he had last set foot in these halls...days? No, the walls and floors told him years had passed since his fateful meeting with that rabbit and his booze hound friend. Years it was then. But how many? Two, Twenty, Fifty? More flashes crossed his eyes- a steam roller, followed by the burning pain of his own invention.
Two white teeth gleamed again and he spun on his heels. Everything was right now. Everything had settled and he remembered. He remembered everything.
"Insanity." He suddenly kicked at the closest shelf, watching it teeter before beginning a domino effect towards the end of the hall. "Will be reigned in, once and for all."
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