«Gabe»
“So...guessin’ you’re ‘bout as clueless to this as I am.”
Gabe looked around to find the source of the new voice. It came from a large man who was absolutely covered in...dust? He looked like he was maybe stressed? Tired, perhaps? Gabe still wasn’t too good with the whole human facial expressions thing. He really only had Bruce or Othello with which to compare. He had his hand out as he approached Gabe, but he wasn’t holding anything. Did he want something? He continued.
“Glad I ain’t alone there. Henry Sullivan, some folk jus’ call me Big Hank. Curious myself as to what these things are.”
OH! Gabe understood now! He reached into his pocket and pulled out the letter, which he then placed into the big man’s open hand. He didn’t really want to give up his gift, but if the guy was asking for it, he couldn’t rightly refuse.
“Maybe this would help, Henry Sullivan.”
He might have continued, but the incredible duck intervened.
"This is the King"
Gabe looked over to see the duck approaching him, pointing at the little mouse guy.
"That's his majesty, King Mickey."
Ooooh. So a a majesty and a king were the same thing: a mouse! That made things simple, but...well Gabe for the life of him couldn’t understand why they needed so many words for mouse. Different people do different things.
"The name's Mickey, nice to meet ya."
The King approached Gabe with his hand out as well. Gabe would have frowned, if he had a face. He had already given his letter away. He didn’t really have anything else to give to the King. So he just looked at the mouse and shrugged. Then the mouse spoke again.
"Sorry if I didn't make it clear enough in my letter, but a Keyblader is a person who wields a weapon called the Keyblade".
As if on cue, the mouse opened his hand and a beautiful key appeared. It looked quite close to Duncan’s! Maybe the king knew him? Or...maybe the king knew where he was? But no...Gabe had to find Othello first. He couldn’t just show up without the little guy. The mouse continued speaking, knocking the black mage back to reality.
"The Keyblade is a weapon that has the power to permanently subdue creatures known as the Heartless, which are made from the darkness in people's hearts."
Gabe blinked. That was all well and good but...why grab him, then? Yeah, he used Bruce’s key before but...he hadn’t seen the thing since he woke up in Traverse Town. He chose not to ask though. Probably a good call, though. As the king wrapped up his explanation and made his own key disappear, a few more people entered the area. The mouse and the new person spoke for a moment, then the mouse entered a new room. Goofy, the duck, and the new human all followed behind. Then everyone else followed. Gabe, not sure what was going on, followed suit.
They approached a chair, and Mickey’s key shot some light at it, causing a staircase to appear. Did all chairs do that when shot by keylight, or just this one? Huh. Gabe continued on quietly, through a maze, into a hall full of things Gabe had never seen before. Especially that bright, glowy thing. They gathered around a flat object with images on it. One of the new arrivals hit tapped her hands on something, and some new images appeared. Forget fire or ice, this was the real magic…
She spoke and the black mage listened. Eventually, he was handed a bracelet, as the person called it. She showed it off for a bit, and Gabe noticed some of the others putting it around their wrists. Gabe, ever the sheep, did the same. He had a basic idea of what it did, thanks to Mickey’s human friend, but it was still a bit beyond him. Oh well. That surely wouldn’t matter.
"Your mission is not a combative one. Your goal is to investigate the signature, your bracelets will automatically record any data that you find and send us a report. Hopefully... its just a glitch or something minor. Regardless of what it is though, please be careful."
Gabe nodded. He could be careful. Mickey asked for questions, and this time, Gabe didn’t have any. Well, that’s not true. He had plenty. He could ask questions for days and still not have all of the answers. The truth of it was that he just didn’t understand enough of what was going on to even think of an appropriate question. So he’d just go along with whatever. That usually worked for him. One of the newer humans, however, didn’t quite share his sentiments. He voiced some concerns. The king answered with some more jargon that went over Gabe’s head.
One of the people that were already here when Gabe arrived spoke up, announcing to everyone that there was no reason to be worried because Ace the Prince of Hearts was there. That was good. Gabe felt relieved. After all, if this guy was so convinced that Ace could help everyone out with no problem, then surely this would all go smoothly. Now where was this Prince of Hearts?
Henry Sullivan cut in and it sounded like he was warning the red topped guy. Well, maybe Big Hank knew best? He sure didn’t sound too convinced that the Prince of Hearts would make this easy. Oh well. What’s the worst that could happen?
The last human that came with Mickey’s friend started well...scolding the one that questioned the king. Then the two of them walked off and seemed to be talking about something.
Gabe blinked. Were all people like this? Truth be told, he hadn’t been in Traverse Town long. A few days maybe? In any case, he hadn’t had much experience speaking with the locals. He actually spent most of it just wandering around, looking for his friends. He asked a few people, but nobody seemed to know. The others seemed to be too busy, always rushing off to do something whenever he would approach. Oh well.
He stood looking at the others then shook his head, patted his cloak, and looked off to the king.
“So uhm...where are we going? Is it this uh… ‘Far Far Away’ place you guys were talking about?”
He wasn’t sure if Mickey heard him or not. It didn’t really matter, though. Gabe would find out one way or another. Probably.