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If he had been in the prime of his criminal career, Ratigan reflected as he walked, he wouldn't deign to respond to the note he'd received earlier today, except perhaps to dispatch a few of his goons to 'take care' of the sender and ensure the location of his lair remained secret. But thanks to Basil's interference in his grandest plot, he was now desperate enough for help that the 'assistance' the note promised simply couldn't be refused.
Somehow, he'd talked himself into this. Certainly, the time and location for the meeting raised a few suspicions--midnight, an abandoned residence in a quiet corner of the city. But that was easily explained, since there was a need for secrecy on Ratigan's part in particular.
Apparently, he hadn't been keeping his return as secret as he'd hoped, however, since someone had figured out that he was back--and more than that, whoever it was had found his new lair. Fortunately for him it was a fellow self-professed 'criminal mastermind', although the verity of that statement remained to be seen.
Even if this was the work of an amateur, though it was doubtful that was the case, Ratigan couldn't afford to pass up an opportunity to begin truly rebuilding his underground empire. No matter the inherent risks.
But then, that was why he'd made sure to arrive a few minutes early--the mysterious sender of the note wasn't going to take the Napoleon of Crime by surprise again today. Steeling himself, the professor slipped through a particularly large hole in the side of the wall and settled in to wait in the shadows.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Aug 14, 2016 17:09:43 GMT -5
Anonymous notes weren't a favoured method of communication for Basil. When people kept their names secret it was an opportunity for deceit, trickery or malice. It could be a trap or just a childish game designed to waste time better served elsewhere. The letter sent to Baker Street had struck a few of the right chords however. It spoke of a fiendish criminal alliance that could threaten all of Rohandor, between the Leopard Men, Falsetto, the Agrabah thieves and the others the mouse had encountered the idea of them working together was worth looking into. Also the writing demonstrated a severe level of stress and anger in the penman, surely not the work of a joker.
Also it was a night without any major cases to work on and Basil feared that inactivity would wear down on his brainpower and endanger the Kingdoms (in his own head Basil's detective work was a major resource for the forces of good worth as much as ten sword wielding heroes). With Dawson and Toby out for the night and any other ally too far away to contact the mouse was travelling on his own, bundled up in his coat and carrying a sturdy cane stick just in case anything happened.
An abandoned home in a quiet area, not an unexpected choice of locale for a secret meeting. Basil pushed aside a small piece of timber blocking a hole in the wall so that he could enter. His ears were perked up, his nose ready and his eyes sharp for anything out of place as he walked around the broken furniture lining the old floors. A quick check of his pocketwatch confirmed that his informant was due to arrive any minute now.
Across the street, a telescoping device kept watch on the house that the Professor and Detective had been lured to, a twitchy eye looking down one end and frantic hands making the final preparations for a long overdue vengeance.
The odds of Basil's arrival at Ratigan's meeting place being a coincidence were extremely slim. The only possible conclusion was that one of them had just walked into a trap. Either this apparent chance to eliminate his greatest enemy was the 'assistance' Ratigan had been promised, or he had been lured here to be caught by the detective once more. It was even possible that this was a trap set for both of them, although Ratigan highly doubted this was the case.
One thing was certain. It would be best to stay out of Basil's sight, at least for a few moments longer. As tempting as it was to leap out of the shadows and throttle him as soon as he got close enough, it simply wasn't wise. Basil might have backup waiting outside.
But then, Ratigan had always had a terrible track record when it came to resisting temptation, and he'd always had a flair for the dramatic. He waited in the shadows until Basil's wandering took him closer to the professor's hiding spot.
"You." He hissed, striding towards the detective. "Of all the--" A loud click and a sudden, sharp pain in Ratigan's arm interrupted what would surely have been a fantastically improvised monologue. Forgetting his plan, Ratigan examined his arm. Sticking out from the fabric of his coat was a dart, no doubt full of some kind of sedative. Whatever it was, it was acting quickly, for despite his attempt to pluck out the device before it could do too much damage, Ratigan's vision was starting to blur--too much for him to see whether Basil was mastermind, or fellow victim in this scheme.
He wanted to lunge at the mouse, to seize the opportunity that was fast slipping away from him and wring the neck of his nemesis. In his mind, that was exactly what he was doing. But his body seemed to have other plans, for in the next moment, the Napoleon of Crime found himself lying on the floor and rapidly losing consciousness. He could only hope that Basil was indeed in a similar predicament, unable to gloat over his humiliating failure.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Aug 20, 2016 18:23:41 GMT -5
Basil turned sharply on hearing a voice address him with more venom than all the snakes in Rohandor could provide. The Forever Stone stories were known to him, but nothing could have prepared him to see Professor Ratigan in the flesh once more (and from the looks of things he was keen to take some of Basil's flesh in retribution). Clearly it was a trap and the detective intended to make his own thoughts clear on how far his arch villain had fallen if he was reduced to sending notes and carrying out thuggish ambushes by his lonesome.
Or at least he would have made such a gloating remark if not for three things. Firstly the fact that the much larger rodent was bearing down on him. Secondly the sudden firing of a dart that knocked out Ratigan. and finally the clicking and cycling of a loading and firing mechanism to signify that the attack was not over. Basil quickly drew his cane intending to deflect any incoming projectiles, only to take a shot in the back from the opposite direction. A short second later the mouse was on the floor, his smaller frame more vulnerable to the sedative.
"Dawson, turn the radio off. Those blasted cliffhanger serials are known to rot the brain."
Basil slurred out his words as he awoke, trying to blink away the blurriness in his eyes and shake off a headache. A weight on his right arm prevented him from rubbing his forehead, not helped by the crackling of the radio.
"I'm a afrrrraid your Doctorrr companion cannot save you now Detective Basil. The sworrrd of the rrrreaperrr is bearing down upon you."
"Good lord. Dawson, what station is that? I have never given permission for such use of my name."
"This isn't a rrradio show detective. Wake up!"
Basil bolted upright, finally recovering most of his senses and gaining full perspective on his situation. His right arm was manacled, a chain leading to a boxy gadget and a chain on the other end leading to a similarly shackled Professor Ratigan. Across the room was a large radio set currently blasting out the crackling monologues of a common enemy. On either side stood a set of automated dart guns, similar to the ones used to ambush the pair earlier.
"So perrrhaps you'd like to know the name of your executionerrr before he strrrikes you down with a long overrrdue destrrruction!."
"I've already deduced it." Basil stood and pointed at the radio accusingly, at least as far as Ratigan would let him move. "Given the oversized designs of your equipment, your attack on both myself and my foe, plus your habit of rolling your r's and your overly theatrical speech it's pretty clear that you are none other than Prometheus Preston!"
Prometheus Preston, ironically a small time villain given his love of size. A moderately successful inventor mouse turned to crime when he refused to follow the advances in technology that would allow for modern machinery to be built smaller and more efficient. In Preston's mind everything should be complex, large and loud, from industry to household conveniences, a belief that had worked against him when he attempted to sabotage with his rivals with a motorised sledgehammer on caterpillar treads. Basil had easily foiled him simply by jamming his gears with a teaspoon and ambushing him when he got out of his vehicle to inspect the damage.
"Perhaps you'd like to explain why you've brought this fiend into your trap?" Basil shook on his chains to indicate Ratigan. "No doubt trying to do away with me and integrate yourself with the criminal elite?"
ooc: Feel free to write for Preston in your post, maybe give Ratigan's story of their previous encounters. PM me if anything needs changed.
Ratigan was struggling to his feet--a difficult task thanks to the chains around both arms--when Basil stirred. There was a faint, vaguely familiar chuckling from the radio before Basil mumbled a comment, and an even more familiar voice began to speak. The professor froze, stunned. It was Preston. He'd assumed the mouse was no longer a concern, having heard of his arrest a while ago but not of his escape from prison. Naturally, Preston would bear a grudge against both himself and Basil, given their roles in his downfall. Ratigan had sometimes wondered if he should have kept a closer eye on Preston before, and now it was clear he'd made a mistake overlooking the inventor. So much for keeping up with current events...
This disappointment was lightened by Basil proclaiming his conclusion--several seconds later than Ratigan's own realization, though he hadn't voiced it. Furthermore, the detective was wrong.
But before he could correct his nemesis, Preston beat him to the punch. "You think, detective, that I am somehow worrrking with him? Harrrdly. That would be beneath the prrrofessorrr's dignity, working with... What was the phrrrase? Ah, yes, a 'rrreckless idiot of an amateurrr crrriminal'. Isn't that rrright?"
"As I recall," Ratigan half-growled, getting to his feet at last with an unnecessary tug on the chain that linked him to Basil. "Your ill-conceived plan to impress me with your newest invention nearly killed five of my henchmen when it malfunctioned. And it ruined months of planning on what was going to be a very lucrative operation. You're more delusional than I thought if you really expected me to accept your business proposition after the absolute mess you made of things."
As he spoke, Ratigan gesticulated with his left arm, knowing full well that every action would pull on Basil's end of the chain. It was petty, but it was the one bright side to this whole situation, and naturally he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity he'd been given, however briefly.
"I underrrstand. You still think I'm beneath you." Ratigan could hear Preston sneering from this side of the radio transmitter, and he glowered in response. "But clearrrly I am cleverrr enough to trrrap the most rrrenowned detective in all of mousedom and the so-called 'worrrld's grrreatest crrriminal mind'. What do you think of that?"
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Aug 25, 2016 18:05:56 GMT -5
Basil repeatedly tried to interject while Ratigan was talking but the repeated dragging, throwing and swinging motions kept him from making his point heard. Even with the usual dramatic flair used during his speeches it seemed the criminal mastermind was putting a little extra effort into the physical abuse. Still, it would be worth it when the detective used the same chains to drag him off to a nice cell in the Tower of London.
At least he could keep his wits about him to gather information, such as the fact that Preston had it out for Ratigan as well. In fact this whole thing was a double revenge plot that he was rather proud of.
"I dare say any thug can shoot his enemies Preston. All you've shown us so far is that you have the planning methods of a back alley thug. I'm actually shocked you didn't go through our pockets for our monies to top off your plans."
"But that's not the half of it detective! You'll notice the device attached to yourrr manacles." Indeed it was hard not to notice the suitcase sized contraption hanging between the mouse and rat. "My patented compact homing beacon."
"I'd hate to see the regular model."
"Shut it! Anyway the homing beacon is sending out a rrregularrr signal allowing the two of you to be trrraced. Pulling on the chains will only incrrrease the frrrequency of the signal so the two of you are stuck togetherrr....forrr the rrrest of yourrr shorrrt lives."
To punctuate his threat the radio box raised up on a winch, revealing Preston's true instrument of revenge. A massive rhomboid tracked vehicle plated with armour all over apart from a barrel sticking out the front and a twitching pair of antenna on the top. Even for a mouse sized tank it was larger than necessary, Toby and Felicia together wouldn't outweigh it. Steam vented and metal rattled as it drove out into the middle of the room and turned to face its targets. Basil dropped to the floor as a blast rang out, launching a cannon shot overhead singing his tail before hitting the wall behind him. More steam vented and the barrel retreated back inside the tank to reload, a process that was for some reason almost as noisy as the weapon firing.
"My 'Prrreston mobile militarry' is set to follow the homing beacon so you can run or you can just wait, either way yourrr fate is to fall beforrre the science of Prrrometheus Prrreston!"
Clearly removing the homing device was the first priority, though performing lockpicking and electronic work under threat of cannon fire. Basil dusted himself off as he stood and limbered up ready to start running.
"Well Ratigan, I hope your time in the Forever Stone hasn't made you soft. I believe we have a hearty night of physical exercise ahead of us."
Ratigan glared at the homing device as if he could break open the contraption by sheer force of will. It was likely that his movement earlier had already increased the strength of the signal, if it was even active--from his thankfully short experience with Preston's inventions, Ratigan doubted the device would stay in working condition for very long.
Even so, he knew he should be careful with how he proceeded, and find a way to get out of the situation quickly and cleanly. This became even more apparent when Preston revealed his 'mobile military'. A few more wrong moves would make escaping much harder--and he was already at a disadvantage, shackled to Basil.
Yet, somehow, the mouse seemed to think he wouldn't be able to keep up. Ratigan didn't dignify his nemesis' remark with a response right away, instead picking up the homing device and tucking it under his arm so that it would be kept steady while the two of them moved. But of course, Basil wasn't thinking practically. That would have to be remedied, and quickly.
"What an elegant solution, Basil! Of course, we just have to keep running and dodging until the machine runs out of ammunition or breaks down. How simple it all is." The professor's voice dripped with disdain, though his expression was that of pure concentration while he searched the machine for weak points. "You do realize that all we actually have to do is break the device and then the chains. And that's going to be rather difficult if we do things your way. I, on the other hand, have a real plan."
Ratigan paused his speech to dodge another shot from the cannon, counting the seconds it took for the machine to reload. "Preston is undoubtedly still listening in, so I don't think it wise to explain it all, but I trust you'll pick up on it quickly. Unless your razor-sharp wit's gotten rusty after all the time you've spent catching small-time crooks while I've been away?"
Ratigan couldn't resist a slight chuckle at his enemy's expense, despite the danger they were in. The little victories were still victories, after all. "But don't worry, detective. All you have to do for now is follow me to the left side of the machine after the next shot is fired."
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Sept 1, 2016 18:28:32 GMT -5
"Well of course removing the homing device was part of my plan. I just considered that it would be a lot easier to pick the locks on these manacles if we were somewhere I could find a good set of tools and not getting shot at by heavy artillery."
The next shot was evaded while Ratigan took charge of carrying the device, hopefully keeping it close to him while they ran would reduce the tugging on it and give them better odds. Though it was still making a pinging noise every seven seconds to attract the tank which turned on the spot to keep facing them. What the mouse wouldn't give to be shackled to a more considerate partner. At least Miss Hackwrench or Miss Possible would have brought some twentieth century tech to handle things quickly.
"and you'd be surprised what I've been doing while you were away. Royal bodyguarding, international secret agents, lost civilisations. You'll have to step up your game if you want to remain my nemesis."
It was partly to get under his skin, of course Basil always considered Ratigan the apex of the criminal world, but getting him riled up and ready to use his furious strength against Preston's machine was a tempting concept.
The left side, an interesting plan. Any vehicle with tread based propulsion needed treads on either side to turn, one going forwards and one backwards to turn on the spot or one stopping while the other moved to turn while in transit. Taking either one out would limit the ability to move and give the two quite the advantage. Of course they'd have to watch out for any other hazards (either deliberately equipped or a side effect of Preson's unsafe engineering).
Another cannon shot signalled their opening, this salvo narrowly going over the detective's head and pulling off his deerstalker. No time to go after it just yet.
"Well, once more into the breach. Charge!"
Not quite 'following', Basil tried to keep ahead as best he could without tugging on the chains and leading the tank right at them, the one downside of two take charge personalities having to work together against a common foe was that they both saw each other as an underling.
Despite the--fully expected--snarky response from Basil, Ratigan found it refreshingly easy to win the detective's cooperation. There was no protest, no argument for an alternate plan... Yes, Basil was much less abrasive now that his survival depended on working with Ratigan rather than against him. Although it was still rather irritating watching the mouse try to take the lead. Ratigan was used to the fearful respect of his henchmen, not Basil's headstrong attitude.
It wasn't too long until the two reached the side of the tank. Ratigan kept a close eye on the cannon, hoping that he'd been right about its range of motion and that if they stayed close enough to the treads, the weapon would be unable to tilt far enough to aim accurately. Furthermore, they would be close enough to the tank that it wouldn't move to follow the homing device--or so he hoped.
"Basil, you're good at breaking things, aren't you? As I recall, you made a mess of my death trap and my dirigible. See if you can't do the same with this thing." He handed the device over, eyes glued to the cannon as it swiveled to face them.
Almost too late, Ratigan realized that contrary to his theory, the tank was moving--apparently, it was programmed to try and run down the source of the homing beacon, not simply track its movements. And now, they were no longer protected from the cannon, if they had been at all. The machine, he thought, would have to be stopped before disabling the homing device. But first, they had to dodge the next shot, and quickly.
"Move!" He shouted as he lunged to the side, pulling on Basil's arm to get him out of the way of the cannon blast too. As it dawned on the professor that he had technically just saved the life of his worst enemy, he abruptly let go of Basil's arm, shooting his nemesis a silencing glare before launching into a curt explanation of his new idea. "Change of plans. We disable that machine first, then we can focus on the homing device. We'll have to get close to the treads just before the cannon fires this time."
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Sept 8, 2016 18:19:01 GMT -5
"Your dirigible was still useful even when it was in pieces. What I wouldn't give for some aerial support right now."
Basil took hold of the homing device while he searched for a good weak spot. Frustratingly Preston had bolted more metal plating over the tread gears, covering a vulnerability but also weighing the tank down even more (the detective shuddered to think how fast they would be run down if the vehicle wasn't so encumbered).
A sudden tug on his arm pulled Basil away from another salvo. His mind raced at the reasons behind Ratigan helping him, mostly circling back to the idea that he wanted to kill the mouse himself or that his survival was better served without having to drag around a wounded or deceased partner.
"Thanks." He acknowledged the assistance before wincing. "I understand that was likely hard for you Professor."
The tank shuddered again as it reloaded, venting steam and exhaust out of various pipes. Clearly the amount of armour and choice of weaponry wasn't intended for long term usage. Basil looked around, picking up a small amount of stones and debris to stack onto the homing device. If they could plug up enough of the cooling points....
"Getting rather exhausting don't you find?" The detective tried to keep his explanation subtle, expecting a near equal intellect like Ratigan to catch on while leaving Preston unaware. "I expected Preston to blow his top by now."
"Rrrelying on a shorrrt temperrr detective? Truly you have been dazzled into desperrration by my mighty machinerrry!"
Clearly subtlety wasn't anything to worry about with this opponent.
"Don't thank me yet." Ratigan grumbled. "We have a long way to go before this is all over." There was that word again--we. It wasn't something he was accustomed to, being part of a team, and yet it was coming strangely easily to him. With Basil, of all people! Ratigan suppressed a shudder at the thought.
He raised an eyebrow at Basil's actions, but when the mouse spoke, his plan became clear in an instant. With this new plan in mind, Ratigan scanned the tank, which was almost turned to face them once more, for the most accessible exhaust ports. It seemed to him that while there were several along the sides of the machine, the ones at the back were more important, and easier to reach--from the top of the tank, at least.
After the next shot from the cannon, they would have to act fast. But first, Basil had to know what the plan was, and despite Preston's failure to catch the meaning of the detective's message, Ratigan couldn't simply spell it out for the mad inventor to hear. Fortunately, according to his calculations from timing the earlier shots, there was still time to do so.
"Stop trying to get him riled up, Basil. Quick wits like ours simply go over his head. When it comes to intelligence, I'm afraid we rather leave him behind." Despite the situation, Ratigan found that he was having fun--at least, with the wordplay.
There was some indistinct muttering and growling from the radio in response, providing him with just the opening he needed to get in one last remark to make sure that Basil knew when to move. "Couldn't resist getting in a few jabs at your expense, Preston. You know, I may not get another shot at doing so."
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Sept 13, 2016 17:23:10 GMT -5
Basil could have tapped his foot in morse code, performed semaphore or carved little dancing men into the dust to plot his attack with Ratigan, but given the opponent they faced a series of well chosen keywords would suffice. A plan had been readied and Preston was none the wiser.
After the next shot, narrowly going overhead, the enemies turned temporary allies rushed the tank. The cannon barrel made a good stepping up point to allow them to reach the top of the vehicle. The antennae twitched violently due to how close the homing device was. The weapon barrel jittered up and down trying to get a good aim despite the limited movement it had and the whole vehicle turned on the spot trying to find the two rodents on top of it. Technology may continue to advance but it was still a long way from outwitting sharp minds.
"Do you think Preston might attempt this again when he fails? Perhaps with some of those electrical devices on the Statue Isle and a very long extension cord we can just cut?"
The vents and pipes were a little tricky to plug. True to the engineer's prior work they were all different sizes and in various random spots rather than strategically placed. Thankfully Basil had gathered a good few different types of rubble to use for blockage and got to work stopping the exhausts up just after they went off.
"Before we have to clear the radius of danger, I suggest we decide on a route to take. Perhaps over to the radio set and use it as cover?"
Of course nothing could stop the much larger Ratigan from simply dragging Basil in whatever direction he chose, but it was probably better to remind the villain that they were still shackled together so that their eventual escape wasn't encumbered by snagging the chain, tripping over each other or other difficulties.
After dodging the next shot, it was relatively easy to climb up onto the tank and get past the cannon's barrel. Getting clear of the tank before it broke down would be the hard part, of course. And their trials wouldn't be over after it was destroyed, either--Ratigan was all too aware of the shackles keeping him bound to Basil as the smaller rodent moved to fill the exhaust pipes they had been aiming for with stones and other debris.
Getting himself free was certainly a priority, but that left the problem of how to deal with Basil afterwards. Fortunately, his nemesis' next remark provided him with some inspiration on that front. "Well, we could make sure he won't get the chance to try again. Of course, we ought to get rid of this pesky chain first--provided that the explosion you're about to cause doesn't put us both out of commission, as it were."
Given their previous exchange, Ratigan trusted that Basil would fill in the blanks--Preston had to be nearby in order to watch and listen to them, and faking unconsciousness or severe injury after the explosion might prompt the inventor to arrive on the scene himself to finish his enemies off, allowing them to ambush him. And while they were waiting for Preston's arrival, they could at least attempt to remove the shackles.
And while Basil was distracted by Preston's defeat, Ratigan could make them both pay for the indignities he'd suffered at their hands. But for now, those thoughts could wait. Right now, he had to get off this soon-to-be-malfunctioning tank, and quickly. Basil's plan was safer than anything else that Ratigan could think of trying, but it irked him that Basil was attempting to take full control yet again.
There wasn't enough time to put the mouse in his place verbally, so Ratigan merely grabbed the back of the detective's coat and lifted him off his feet with one hand, half-dragging Basil along as he jumped from the tank and ran behind the radio. Only after they were safely behind cover did Ratigan release Basil's coat, letting his nemesis drop unceremoniously back on his feet with nothing short of a smirk. "You were saying?"
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Sept 23, 2016 20:35:03 GMT -5
Comparing notes on a further plan wasn't on the agenda apparently, Ratigan had taken charge once again and mouse-handled Basil over to the radio to take cover. The tank turned towards the homing device once more, but delayed in firing as it began to rattle furiously. A loud series of pops were followed by a bang and a cloud of dust filling the derelict house. The detective ducked down, covering his ears and shutting his eyes to avoid any loss of his senses and keep the advantage over Preston. A quick peek out showed that the 'Preston Mobile Military' was looking more like an incomprehensible modern art piece. The main body had swollen up into a melon like shape when the innards burst and the cannon barrel had split open into a flower like shape. Not even to mention the wiring, gears, springs and other mechanical components poking out of the various holes in the armour.
After surveying the handiwork for a few seconds Basil fished around in his pockets for his lockpick set, laying them out and getting to work on his manacle.
"Before you ask. Yes I carry these on most cases and no I could not have used them earlier. Of course after tonight I'll likely practise lock picking whilst running and under cannon fire. If only to avoid a repeat of this exact situation."
A creaking from the far side of the house alerted the mouse to another soul entering the building. Preston had came in for a closer look at the blast area, hoping to find the bodies of his hated foes. He stood slightly shorter than Basil, wearing a combination of worker overalls to keep his 'working class hero' image with a lab coat to cultivate an intellectual vibe (of course together they looked ridiculous). He dragged a weapon behind him, his infamous patented hand cranked rotary blunderbuss known as the 'Preston one man firing squad'. A dangerous weapon both for the amount of shots it could fire in a few seconds and the absurd recoil against the wielder, not to mention the fact that it took two hours to reload.
"I was about to say." Basil whispered. "That your implication for how to prevent further revenge attempts from Preston didn't go unnoticed. and you'll see your face on the pound coin before I allow you to murder him in cold blood."
With that, Basil slapped his shackle onto one of the radio's internal components. Granted it wouldn't hold Ratigan for long (especially given the amazing feats of strength the criminal could display when he lost his temper) but it would give the detective a head start to ambush Preston and hopefully him into custody. The mouse dropped to the floor and crawled off into the dust clouds and shadows, leaving his nemesis partially chained and feeling a little smug with his small victory.
ooc: I'll add more if needed. I was assuming the chain can be easily ripped free if needed so hopefully I didn't hobble Ratigan. Tell me if I did though and I'll fix, sorry in advance.
Ratigan kept silent as Basil worked, well aware that Preston was liable to enter at any moment, and keeping the element of surprise on their--his--side was vital. Sure enough, the inventor arrived on the scene shortly, the noise of his weapon dragging behind him loud enough to have alerted Ratigan to his presence even without the creaky floorboards. It was only to be expected--subtlety was not Preston's strong suit, and of course, neither was stealth. Still, he'd be a formidable opponent simply for the high-powered weapon he carried.
But before Ratigan had time to contemplate a plan of attack, Basil acted, leaving the professor shackled to the radio. He glared daggers in Basil's direction, but remained silent--despite the noise Preston was making, Ratigan couldn't risk attracting the mouse's attention while his 'firing squad' device was still loaded. And as much as he might want an outlet for his anger, he couldn't let it take control of him again or it'd end as badly as it had on Big Ben--trying to rip the shackle off might tip the radio backwards, and either way it'd draw Preston's attention. Even with his strength, Ratigan knew he was no match for the mouse as long as he still had that machine.
This was not at all how he'd hoped the confrontation with Preston would go. But, Ratigan realized, he could still try and kill two birds with one stone--a small piece of debris from the tank had landed nearby. Ratigan picked it up, and with a flick of his wrist, sent it skimming towards Basil. It clattered on the floor at the detective's feet, just loud enough to be heard over the scraping of metal on wood as Preston moved.
"Aha! Therrre you arrre. No use trrrying to hide, gentlemen..." Preston's voice rang out, triumphant. He raised his weapon and stepped towards the sound, unable to see more than a faint silhouette in the dust and gloom--but it was enough to give him something to aim at.
Meanwhile, Ratigan was already in the midst of unlocking the cuff around his wrist. He hadn't taken a moment to gloat over the success of his idea to distract Preston with chasing after Basil, as tempting as it had been. No, he'd gone right to work. Basil wasn't the only mouse in London who kept a set of lockpicks handy--and really, what self-respecting master thief would go anywhere without such a thing?
He could hear Preston start to turn the crank on his device, masking the click of Ratigan unlocking his shackles. Now, hopefully the mouse would use all his ammunition trying to get Basil before he realized that Ratigan was sneaking up on him from the other side... And hopefully Basil would still be at least somewhat alive afterwards so that Ratigan could finish the detective off himself.
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Tony Dracon: Responded to your PM, Kat/Ratigan, incidentally.
Jun 27, 2018 20:25:02 GMT -5
David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
Jul 21, 2018 21:00:05 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
Jul 26, 2018 12:34:56 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
Jul 26, 2018 17:07:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
Jul 26, 2018 23:17:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
Jul 30, 2018 15:33:15 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
Jul 30, 2018 22:29:38 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
Jul 30, 2018 22:30:13 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
Aug 1, 2018 19:05:32 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
Aug 2, 2018 19:10:23 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
Aug 3, 2018 18:08:47 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
Aug 4, 2018 22:54:36 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
Aug 10, 2018 16:49:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
Aug 13, 2018 15:22:59 GMT -5
Dodger: Happy 2019 everyone
Jan 1, 2019 10:54:04 GMT -5
Yen Sid: If anyone is passing by I posted a Hiatus update. Hope everyone is doing well!
Apr 18, 2021 11:31:09 GMT -5
Yen Sid: I've temporarily disabled account creation while I update the site. Sorry for the inconvenience and thanks for your patience!
May 9, 2021 18:31:45 GMT -5
Owen Burnett/Puck: Checked the site again and saw the update! Here's hoping to a revitalized 2022.
Dec 15, 2021 14:41:27 GMT -5