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Post by gadget on Jul 11, 2008 6:03:00 GMT -8
Gadget had been working on the invention Ratigan had stolen for most of the afternoon. It was a wreck and there were a lot of repairs to be done-- that and figure out all the mistakes Nimnul had made in the design...
Sitting back from where she was working, she sighed and pushed her new hoggles back, giving a soft sigh.
It would be time for dinner soon. Ratigan had demanded her presence, and she wondered if she could get away with *forgetting*...
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Post by ratigan on Jul 14, 2008 18:49:57 GMT -8
"Beggin' yer pardon, miss," a thick cockney accent said. It was a mouse, and following him was the lizard. "Ratigan is soon expectin' you."
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Post by gadget on Jul 15, 2008 10:18:31 GMT -8
Her ears wilted. Guess not.
Turning, she looked down at the mouse and lizard.
"Oh-- that's right." She snapped her fingers. "But I'm covered with grease. Surely he'd rather eat without me."
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Post by ratigan on Jul 15, 2008 22:58:04 GMT -8
Ever since he arrived, the lizard appeared to have hidden something behind his back. When Gadget made her first excuse, he exposed what he had hidden: a soap on a rope, obviously answer Gadget's question of being greasy. He had a smug look on his face.
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Post by gadget on Jul 16, 2008 6:31:06 GMT -8
She made a face. "... right. And what am I supposed to wear?" She gestured to her overalls, which were also stained.
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Post by ratigan on Jul 16, 2008 11:59:57 GMT -8
The mouse reveled what he hid behind his back; a very pretty, elegant dress. By coincidence, it also happened to be Gadget's favorite color.
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Post by gadget on Jul 16, 2008 12:35:21 GMT -8
She hopped down from where she was working and wiped her hands off on a rag. With a sigh and a soft smirk she shook her head.
"Ratigan thinks of everything, doesnt he?"
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Post by ratigan on Jul 16, 2008 13:18:51 GMT -8
The mouse responded, "'E's a genius!"
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Post by gadget on Jul 16, 2008 13:33:04 GMT -8
She took the hanger and the soap. "Where am I supposed to go when I'm ready?"
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Post by ratigan on Jul 17, 2008 13:26:47 GMT -8
The mouse motioned to a large, empty crate that was more obscure than Ratigan's 'chambers' (a barrel) and the cell. The craze's exterior was unappealing. "In there, miss!"
The lizard nodded.
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Post by gadget on Jul 17, 2008 16:05:49 GMT -8
She looked that way, then back at them.
"... of course." She took the dress and soap and went to wash up and change (letting them follow to her door to 'guard' her but no farther) and when she was ready she opened the door and stepped out. The dress fit her a little tightly, but she looked good in it. Her hair was brushed and as always, Gadget cleaned up nicely.
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Post by ratigan on Jul 17, 2008 19:13:31 GMT -8
The mouse whistled condescendingly at Gadget, while the lizard's eyes bulged with enticement.
"Oi, tosh!" the mouse cooed.
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Post by gadget on Jul 18, 2008 11:11:38 GMT -8
She crossed her arms, blushing from shame and anger more than anything else.
Without a word she strode past them.
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Post by ratigan on Jul 19, 2008 18:41:16 GMT -8
In the dining room, Ratigan stood beside a gorgeously crafted table. He idly pressed against the dining table and drummed his right hand's fingers on the surface. After a moment he slipped out his pocket watch and opened it to examine the time. Unsatisfied, he frowned and returned the watch to his pocket.
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Post by gadget on Jul 20, 2008 6:03:57 GMT -8
"Okay Gadget... you can do this." >< She whispered to herself, taking the handle of the door.
This is just like when we dressed up so Dale could be a real spy... Femme Fatal Gadget...
Taking a deep breath, she slipped into the room, shaking her bangs from her eyes and looking to Ratigan as she crossed the room.
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Post by ratigan on Jul 20, 2008 15:45:51 GMT -8
Ratigan smiled when he heard the door open, and smiled even more widely when he caught sight of Gadget. "Simply delightful!" Ratigan complimented. "You look marvelous, my dear!" He stood upright and approached Gadget to properly take her hand (even if it was against her will).
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Post by gadget on Jul 20, 2008 16:17:06 GMT -8
She cooperated, and even managed a convincing smile. "Thank you, Professor. I hope I havent kept you waiting."
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Post by ratigan on Jul 20, 2008 23:20:12 GMT -8
"You're right on time, Ms. Hackwrench," Ratigan said before he stole a kiss on Gadget's hand. He lied; he felt that Gadget was a good thirty seconds late, but he decided to be kind, just this once.
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Post by gadget on Jul 21, 2008 8:15:19 GMT -8
She felt her skin crawl but managed to play it cool, even though her stomach twisted with something like guilt for letting him kiss her hand-- someone's name surfacing in the back of her mind.
"The machine has kept me busy all day... I'm afraid I lost track of time."
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Post by ratigan on Jul 23, 2008 12:08:28 GMT -8
"And that is why you deserve a supper fit for a queen," Ratigan added. "Come, let us dine." He broke his grasp on Gadget and approached a chair, which he pulled, obviously implying for the mouse to sit.
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Post by gadget on Jul 26, 2008 14:42:30 GMT -8
She thanked him and sat where indicated, looking over all the finery on the table. She'd never been in a place like this...
"... may I ask a question, Professor? How did you happen upon Nimnul's device?"
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Post by ratigan on Jul 29, 2008 23:24:56 GMT -8
"An excellent question, my dear," Ratigan replied as he seated himself. "I was presented with a singular opportunity. I had witnessed the... professor," he chuckled condescendingly, clearly indicating that he fancied himself a far greater professor than Nimnul, "and his marvelous device! It enlarges physical matter." He grinned maliciously. "Ooh, if only it fell into the wrong hands..." He gasped his hands together, indulging himself.
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Post by gadget on Jul 31, 2008 16:22:22 GMT -8
She remembered what had happened to Zipper with the ray-gun. How could she forget?
"Nimnul hardly ever realized the possibilities his inventions offered."
She shook her head.
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Post by ratigan on Aug 1, 2008 12:42:12 GMT -8
"Well, I know I have the superior mind," he said, "but... so do you." He smiled pleasantly to his prisoner guest. "I handpicked you. Aren't you flattered?"
He was interrupted by the door opening, and two chef mice entered holding silver platters. The fancy platters were rested before Ratigan and Gadget, and simultaneously the covers were removed and to unveil delicious food. "Marvelous," Ratigan complimented his cooks.
The mice bowed and then departed, leaving Ratigan and Gadget alone again. This was followed by another couple of mice that entered the room and brought wineglasses already filled with wine. They handed the glasses to Ratigan and Gadget. "Thank you," Ratigan said.
The mice bowed and also departed. Ratigan raised his glass and swirled it gently. "To your cunning, little brain, Ms. Hackwrench," he toasted.
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Post by gadget on Aug 1, 2008 20:08:27 GMT -8
"Flattered?" Her ears perked forward as she carefully brushed her bangs from her eyes. "Yes, Professor, I am. ... you see, I rarely have the opportunity to work on something so..."
She thought for the right word.
"... delicate."
She was silent as the food was brought out, saying a soft thank you when it was put before her. It really did smell delicious.
When he made the toast she lifted her glass too, tilting her head and giving him a soft smile.
"And to your ingenious plan, Professor."
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Post by ratigan on Aug 3, 2008 0:37:08 GMT -8
"You are quite the charmer," Ratigan mused. He then took a sip of his wine and rested the glass on the table afterwards. "But you are vital to my plan. I cannot accomplish this task without you. Heh, heh." With that said, he began to delicately cut his scrumptious dinner.
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