Mission #130: Not What It Seems

[Mizuzuzu]

Mission #130
Ever heard of shared dreams? You and your crew are currently trapped in one... Only, truth be told, it's more of a nightmare! Find a way to get back to normal reality by escaping your characters' worst nightmares!

The shrill clanking of glass mugs and running water could be heard around the tiny kitchenette. A lone pale figure stood before it, slender hands covered in a pair of rubbery yellow hand garments. The short figure moved her arms deftly, easily scrubbing the pasty orange mug clean, then wiping it dry to join the others on the dish rack. The girl continued these actions several times, scarred arms moving quickly and efficiently in cleaning the dishes. Once finished, the streaming water could be heard dying out until the sound disappeared altogether. Mizuki gave a quick flick of her hands to disperse of the excess liquid, followed by the removal of the yellow rubbery gloves. Pivoting on her left scarred bare foot, the dark haired female turned to face the small motel room. The walls were covered in a yellowing white wallpaper, showing that it was aged for quite some time, it was chipped off in some places as well, revealing that the wall itself was originally painted a light cyan color. It only had one window that showed the signature rolling planes of Cinna Island, however, one could barely see it, considering it was rather late and the sun was down with the moon out to play. The floorboards were a dark pine wood, a bit old but sufficiently younger than the walls and durable. Directly across from the gunslinger lay a petite Japanese futon, with a deep blue padded mattress and matching quilts. Aside from the miniature lamp beside the futon and the kitchenette, the room was quite bare.

The gunslinger moved once more, modest cerulean nightgown swishing around scarred knees, and made her way towards the closed closet door to the right of the room. Calloused feet pitter-pattered towards the clothing department, it's closed sliding doors painted a dark forest green color that surely did not match the blandness of the motel room. Reaching out a slender hand, Mizuki tugged at the sliding door. It didn't budge. The pirate tried once more, adding a bit more force. The door stayed stubbornly shut. Now the slightest of frowns appeared on the pale face, cobalt blue eyes giving a miniscule sparkle. Glancing up she noted the rust build up on the metal sliding area, also remembering how difficult it was to open the entry previously earlier that morning. Releasing a soft sigh, Mizuki contemplated going into Finn's room next door and ask the Don to open it for her. A few moments later, the sound of the sliding door attempted to be pulled open once more indicated that she was not going to ask him, not yet.

There were a few more attempts, which included the dark haired female putting pale feet against the wall and tugging, but she eventually got it open, nearly stumbling into the wall when it opened with a sudden jerk. "This is ridiculous...", she thought, moving her body back into a straight position. Standing on the tips of her toes, the tiny lady reached out and snagged at the silvery khaki trench coat from the upper shelf, pulling it down enough to dig inside one of the inner pockets. It didn't take much time for the pirate to find what she was looking for. Clenching a calloused hand around the tiny object, Mizuki moved back away from the closet and back onto the flats of her feet. The young Kayaku clutched the clenched hand to her chest and trudged her way towards the bathroom, abandoning the closet and its open door. As she moved, the slight sound of her pitter pattering feet could be heard with each footfall. Once inside of the dimly lit lavatory the young one turned on the sink, letting the clean water stream through as she grabbed a small nearby white washrag and began washing her pale face once said washrag was moist.

As the young lady thoroughly cleansed her face, she couldn't stop herself from thinking of why she was here, with Don Finn Bubbles. Vik had instructed the two to lay low of sorts, while he and Ick went off and did....Vik and Ick things. It was only for a few days and he'd mentioned a surprise when they'd return. Sighing as the girl finished scrubbing her face, Mizuki grabbed the object once more from it's resting place and turned around to head back into the main room, flickering the washroom light out. The undersized Kayaku had not particularly happy with the order, instead questioning why they could not just join him. The True Nectar loving man just ignored it and told them to 'behave' on Cinna Island and await his return. Mizuki had no qualms with the Mafia man, but she had not liked the situation. Setting down Bernhardt's gift beside the futon, a small glass dog, the teenager switched off the main lighting of the room, enveloping it in near darkness, leaving the only light to be from the miniature lamp beside the futon. The young lady removed the tie around her hair, releasing the bundled mass of dark blue hair from it's low ponytail. The cobalt blue eyed teen raised her hand and rapped against the wall, a signal to tell Finn she was going to sleep. Just in case the knocking wasn't enough, she called out to him too.

"Goodnight Finn....!"

Mizuki crawled underneath the thick deep blue quilts, at the same time wrapping them around herself in the girl's usual manner of sleeping. There were a few moments of silence as her figure shifted around in the quilts to get comfortable, but once she was, a pale hand reached out from within the build of blankets and pulled the metal cord to turn off the only lighting left, showering the room in total darkness. Twisting her small and slender body to the right, the pirate eyed the glass dog for several moments, with memories and thoughts of Bernhardt, Antoinette, a man with glasses and a woman strikingly familiar. She wasn't sure what happened next, but all the girl knew was that she was really drowsy. Then, darkness.

[Kami-Gaz]

Vacation, why where they on a damned vacation while Vik went gallivanting around the blue doing his errands; he was just adventuring without Finn Morris and Mizuki. It annoyed the young mafia boss as he lay on his bed listening the sound of rain dropping onto the window and the sounds of Mizuki’s feet pitter-pattering around her room as she got ready for sleep. It seemed that the walls were thin, and that most sounds would travel through them fairly easily. The ambience was relaxing to the Mafia boss who had his eyes closed and was lying on his back on the bed that was in the room.

Though this silence was not going to last because a small knocking noise started to come from somewhere in the room, the sound of claws scratching and something fumbling in a tight space. That scratching noise got louder and louder until there was one loud squawking noise that made the relaxed man burst out into laughter. “Hahahahaha no pets in the motel Morris”

“Squaw Squaw! Finn! Get me out of this!” Came from a small cramped closet in the small motel room, it did not sound human, and it was angry. The squawking was accompanied by some panicked flapping noises that seemed to never stop. “BUBBLES! LET ME OUT!” It squawked out again, it was then that the long sliding mirror door was pulled open allowing a large grey bird to fly out and free. The male that opened it just started to laugh as he took a few steps back, the parrot would make one loud squawk before landing on his unclothed shoulder. “Never again, give me crackers. You’re mean Finn. Mizuki should run away from you.” The parrot said as it used one of its wings to rub it’s head a few times, grooming itself and cleaning up some of her ruffled feathers.

“Oh shush Morris, the young Miss Mizzy can leave whenever she wants.” The young mafia boss said, though what she was actually doing with the pair of weirdos and their pets he did not know. With a shrug he pointed to his shoulder and then looked back to his bed. “Anyways, I will let you out but be quiet and sleep like a normal parrot… You’ll get crackers~” He sang, and without hesitation the bird that had flown out of the sliding wardrobe flapped her way over to her best friends shoulder and landed on it.

“Squaw~ you had me at Crackers!” the parrot chimed as she got comfortable one Finn’s shoulder, she would wiggle and let her plume of feathers spread and cover his skin as she awaited her crackers.

“That’s like the last word I said!” Finn said already annoyed that his bird brained friend, his arms starting to droop at the fact he was so ‘loved’. The few steps the Mafia boss too were heavy and filled with his weight, Mizuki would be able to hear them clearly as he moved to the bedside table, leaning down to open it Finn would feel the Parrot leave his shoulder and watch her land on the bedpost that was closest.

“Crackers~ Crackers~ Crackers~~~~!” The bird chimed as she watched her best friend pull out a small bag, open it and slide out a small handful of crackers. As she watched more and more she swayed side to side and let her wings spread and her head wobble, like she was praying to some sort of god. Finn was far from being a god but it always made him laugh that only a simple food could get his friend to act like this.

Suddenly the sound of Mizuki’s quiet voice came through the wall, stopping the pair of idiots in their tracks as they both looked over Finn’s right shoulder and in unison said. “Nighty Night Miss Mizzy!” It took a few seconds before the immature mafia man turned his head back to face his friend and throw a cracker into her mouth. He was about to go to bed himself, and knowing that even her tiny voice was carried through the walls he decided it was best to calm down.

“Time for bed buddy…” He said in a quiet whisper, showing he cared for the friends who were nearby. It did not take long for Finn and Morris to shift around quietly, Finn getting into the bed and Morris shifting so she could lie on the pillow besides him with her legs up in the air. Both of them made the mattresses springs squeak and croak under their different weights. This certainly wasn’t; the most comfortable of beds but it did its job. With a long drawn yawn, the male would stretch his body under the covers and let his joints crack, easing any tension they had and getting himself into a sleepy state. “See you on the other side Morrie” He whispered to the already snoring bird brain that was beside him.

As he closed his eyes himself an strange feeling enveloped him, he felt heavy and as if something was weighing him down…Images flashed through his mind, Old man Jerrimiah the Dragon-Fishman who raised him and a familiar male human, his father’s face? He did not really know but they sent a cold shivers down his spine as his mind closed to the world outside and locked the Mob boss into a deep sleep like state.