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You've Got A Friend In Me
Someday We'll Meet Again
her_mouse_jesty wrote in route_1065
Who: Minnie Mouse & Gorthan.
Where: Goldenrod.
When: Late Afternoon.
Summary: Gorthan has asked Minnie to meet him, to explain his role in the Rocket bombing, but will he be heard?
Rating: PG?
Minnie nodded politely at the conductor as she stepped off of the train, but truthfully she wasn't paying any attention to him. Her mind was elsewhere, thinking of how to say, how to react, how to listen... What did one say to the man who both threatened innocent lives, yet she believed was innocent himself? She paused momentarily to rub her temples in an effort to calm down. If she thought about it too much, she wouldn't be ready. She needed to be clear and kind.

She smoothed down her dress, adjusted her newly returned crown - despite the seriousness of the situation, she could not will herself to take it off yet - and began to look around for the man who sent the message. If Ivan could redeem himself in her eyes, the one who not only struck her but also robbed her, then Gorthan would have an easy time to make things right. She smiled, even though she knew it would be far more complicated than that. The weight of the crown reminded her of her duty, and she drew a heavy breath.

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Clad in a long aqua robe from his world and several inches taller than most of the people around him, Gorthan stands on the platform, his hands behind his back before he sees Minnie and takes a few, slow steps towards her. His eyes are fixed on her as he inspects her reaction. Is she afraid?

When he calls out to her, the sound is loud and audible over the many noises of the train station, but somehow calm nevertheless.


She heard her title, which was an interesting opener to the conversation. No doubt she had brought it on, due to what she was wearing. Still, she turned to meet him, and he was as tall and impressive as ever. The trace of fear was so small and quick that it had a good chance of being ignored.

In fact, she smiled at him. It wasn't quite an upbeat and cheery one, but one of respect and peace. She tugged her at her dress, making a formal curtsey. "Gorthan." She lifted her eyes to meet his. "It is good to see you." And she meant it.

Gorthan's eyes went wide for a moment, before his brow became furrowed in inscrutable thought once again. Well, that kind of greeting was completely unexpected.

"It's at the very least surprising that you would say such a thing, given the way we parted last time. But no matter. This is not the place."

He walked towards the exit, gesturing for Minnie to follow. Apparently "the place" was the small family-owned restaurant where he had taken Fuu to lunch, not too far away from the train station. Not too classy, but definitely comfortable. And warm.

She nodded in agreement, and followed his movement towards the restaurant. Since that was a public place, the details of the Rockets probably wouldn't be spoken of. But that was all right, she wasn't the type to interrogation and deep investigation. This was about far more than the criminal organization.

"Thank you for seeing me." She said gently as they walked, despite knowing maybe it should have been the other way around.

"You don't have to thank me." he said simply.

He remained silent for the rest of the walk. At the door, he paused, grabbing the handle and waiting before pushing the door open.

"Minnie. I am not from Earth."

That said, he pushed the door open and gestured for Minnie to step inside.

She blinked at the odd statement, and returned another odd one in turn. "... Okay?"

She walked inside, still puzzled. What did it matter where he was from? "Everyone is from different worlds. That's the one thing we all have in common." Wasn't that an obvious fact?

"Earth exists in my universe of origin, but that is not where I am from. I am from planet Evron."

He chooses an empty table for two near a window. The tablecloth is still Christmas-y, a cheery pattern of mistletoe on a red background. He gestures for Minnie to take the seat opposite to him.

"A planet where the dominant race is... I guess you could call us vampires, except that our nourishment is emotional energy instead of blood."

She sat and let the information sink in. She had heard of vampires loosely before, due to past Halloweens and scary stories... but he was missing the big teeth, black cloak, and most importantly, he stood under the sun without exploding. She shook her head, trying to stay focused. "So... you eat emotions?" She said slowly, trying to make sure she understood it.

What a bizarre concept. But there was still no prejudice to it - or understanding of exactly why he brought this up.

Actually, Gorthan did have a black cloak. Well, cape - the one he had used on Xerba, symbolizing how he had been given military responsibilities in that campaign. He was just kind of glad that his Christmas present from Johto had consisted of a different outfit.

"We feed on emotions, yes. We absorb them in ways that leave the victim deprived of feelings, intellect and willpower. And, something which is most important if you are to understand the way I function, we are not supposed to feel any emotions of our own."

Edited at 2011-12-29 12:31 am (UTC)

Her eyes widened, for the last drop of information was very familiar. In a way, Heartless fed on emotions as well, since they devoured Hearts, and they and Nobodies weren't supposed to feel emotions. Yet Roxas, Namine and Xion had done plenty to prove her wrong. Perhaps the same thing was happening here. "... I can't speak for the rest of your kind... But that doesn't sound like you at all."

Gorthan was very emotional, as far as she was concerned.

"You are a far smarter girl than you care to appear, Queen."

He smiled as he filled his glass with water and filled Minnie's in turn.

"I am the only living Evronian able to feel emotions - with a conscience. Self-aware, detached from our race's hive mind, able to tell right from wrong on the level of morals and universal justice. And with a metaphorical heart - I am able to feel such things as compassion and sorrow."

He drinks some of his water.

"Now, Queen. In my society and culture, my condition is a disease. Thought to be infectious by some. Feared by all."

She took the glass, but did not drink it. Instead, she traced the top with her finger, keeping her hands busy as she listened and thought. It wasn't completely like the Hearts and Nobodies situation, but the resemblance was startling, and she felt it gave her enough to be a fair judge about these things.

"The heart is not something so easily rid of... and I think you are better this way. I know you understand what's right and wrong."

There was a bit of stress on that - he knew the attack on the train was wrong, but he did it anyway. She'd need to hear his logic on that.

"Thank you for saying that. Unfortunately, many of my fellow beings were not of the same mind. My superiors, chiefly. They noticed my change. I ended up disobeying orders. I became an outcast, and was forced to flee to Earth. ... A rather peculiar incident happened then."

As he spoke, his voice dark and deep, he took out a pencil and started drawing on the paper placemat.

If Minnie looked at him long enough, she would see that Gorthan appeared to be drawing Donald, or someone very closely resembling him anyway, *cough*ClarkKenting*cough* in a superhero costume.

Minnie had been perfectly willing to wait for more of the story, but she couldn't ignore the startling resemblance on the paper. She almost dropped her glass, but instead slammed it on the table, pointing incredulously at the picture and momentarily forgetting that there were other world versions of her friends.

"Why - that's Donald Duck, the royal mage!" Only after she said it did she realize she shouted it, and, embarrassed, shrunk back. "...I mean... it really looks like him."

Gorthan raised his gaze to meet Minnie's. Royal mage? Really?

"Either you are horribly mistaken, or we have just discovered a common acquaintance. This is the hero - the name he has chosen for himself isn't terribly important, and it actually sounds quite ridiculous. What matters is that he is the one I owe my life to, as well as the individual who, as a threat to the Evronian Empire, was supposed to be my worst enemy."

She frowned a little as she looked at the picture - there really was no denying the resemblance... and that did sound like the sort of trouble Donald could get himself into.

"... I have heard of other worlds having versions of myself and my friends. Maybe this is your world's version of him... and he sounds just as noble as ours." To that she smiled. "He must have seen the good in you that I do." It certainly helped her justification.

"Actually no, that is not how it happened at all. He just needed to stop a very destructive robotic being who was using the tanks containing my supply of emotional nourishment as both a power source and a weapon. I happened to be the only one able to track it down. And so my deal with the hero was mutual: he kept me alive by means of a rather ingenious temporary method, and I helped him save his city."

And in the meantime, he became the closest thing Gorthan ever had to a friend, but Minnie didn't need to know that.

Now that sounded more like Donald, but she certainly wasn't going to admit it. She finally took a sip of water, trying to picture the destructive battle in her mind, but it wasn't coming along easily. It was still a bit of a confusing mess, but she was managing to get the gist of it.

"So you both managed to help each other out. What happened after that? Did you stay with him, or... go back?" She bit on her lower lip after that pause. If emotions were his food, then she couldn't entirely blame their species for doing what was necessary to survive... but, in her optimism, she wanted to believe there were better ways of doing it.

Gorthan furrowed his brow again, lowering his gaze as he perfects the drawing, trying to remember what the hero's shield looked like.

"We defeated the being, and I recovered my tanks."

He remains silent for a few seconds - should he narrate the... completely indescribable moment that followed, when he tried to simultaneously express his gratitude to the hero and kill him?

... No. Nobody needs to ever know about that. Irrationality is... a horrible, horrible thing. Moving on.

"It turned out that the being still had enough power left to reclaim said tanks, this time capturing me along with them, and take off and fly into space. The being was, in turn, captured by an Evronian spaceship. And so it was that I went back to my people. Slightly changed. I was able to pretend I had been cured of my disease."

He sounds pretty proud of that one last thing.

So the decision to go back or not hadn't been left up to Gorthan. She found herself retracing the glass again, pondering how Donald felt about the entire situation and how he would react, if her Donald and this one were anything alike. But the last sentences only helped to prove her earlier point - the heart was something not so easily rid of. Even when it was torn from the body, the Nobodies had memories of emotions.

"How long was that for?" Because trying to pretend you felt nothing sounded like the hardest thing in the world. It was different than just acting like you were feeling something else, such as the times she put on a cheerful smile when all she wanted to do was sob. This was nothing, all together nothing. "Didn't anyone find out about you?"

"Well, when I came here, it had only been a year since my meeting with the hero. And no, I haven't been discovered yet. I know better now. I follow orders, though sometimes not as compliantly as is desirable. Which, I believe, leads us to why we are here."

He straightened his stance and was glad the waiter had just arrived to take their orders, allowing him to take a break from what he was about to say. He ordered a simple salad.

"I initially thought that, being on Earth, I would finally be able to express my... diseased, non-Evronian, mutated side. But, as it turned out, the circumstances I find myself share certain undeniable similarities with my situation back on Evron. I believe you've seen why."

Translation: even here, he's still working for and with people who see having a conscience and emotions as a disease.

Minnie had gotten so involved in the story that she treated the waiter with little manners, waving him off with a hand and mumbling that she'd have the same. An entire year of suppressing how one truly felt? That could drive someone to madness! But when it was all said and done... she felt unsatisfied. As if it wasn't good enough.

"... I have heard cases of people being unwillingly signed into it upon arrival." She took her time choosing her words, not wanting anyone to overhear and get Gorthan in trouble. "... But that still doesn't mean you had, or have to, go along with it. There's still a chance to leave, and your friends will protect you from any consequences." That was the one thing she couldn't understand - who would willingly stay with such awful people?

"You are very right, Queen. I could have left right away, during the first few weeks. However."

He smiled. But it wasn't quite a pleasant kind of smile.

"It is too late now, I believe. Incidentally, what have I told about my job?"

Something like a chill went down her back. She was suddenly reminded of the troubles that brewed with Ansem and his apprentice.

"... You haven't told me much. What about it makes it so difficult to leave?" She spoke with a raised eyebrow. Nothing, to her, would be worth what the criminal team had been doing.

"The fact that I was able to quickly become one of the most prominent and respected members of the scientific division. And if you ask... I am rather enjoying it. Though what you mentioned - the fact that I am forced to hide my true self - is a significant drawback."

The smile was gone by now.

"Fear not, however, Queen. What I am working on is entirely non-threatening and will contribute to the advancement of this world's science as a whole. Their means and instruments are simply much more powerful than the ones that are normally and legally available."

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