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[OOM] Day Fifty-Five: A fool off his guard, could fall and fall hard,out there on the duuuuunes
Mog’s rather confused by the request, but it turns out he does know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who’s done maintenance work on Agrabah palace, and after a wait of nearly a day, he sends a set of maps through to their Texts. He even helpfully marks out a route for them to take: A passage that leads directly down into the dungeons, and comes out in a wine cellar just outside the palace.
They find the entrance, trudge through the underground passageway, and eventually find their way to the rather heavy, and rather small door to the dungeons. There’s no lock for them to use their keyblades on, but a little bit of working with the mechanisms surrounding the door causes it to slide open on its own.
All three of them have to get on their hands and knees to get through the door. Once he’s through, Eden straightens up, dusting off his hands. The dungeon is dim, lit only by a shaft of moonlight from the window, and mostly bare. The only living things in it are a few prisoners; Aladdin’s weird, tiny bipedial horse; and a bunch of even smaller horses with thin, whiplike tails, squeaking and scurrying about at the edges of the light.
“Hey,” Eden says, “rescue team.”
Aladdin just stares at them for a moment, then glances up at the cuffs holding his wrists in place. Alvis gives an exasperated grumble, summoning his keyblade and slicing through the cuffs in one smooth motion.
“Thanks. How’d you find me? Did Jasmine send you?” Aladdin asks. The bipedal horse on his shoulder makes several angry noise, folding its arms and shaking his head. “Guess not. Don’t worry, Abu, I’ll never see her again. I’m a street rat, remember, and there’s a law. She’s got to marry a prince. She deserves a prince.”
Alvis turns his head towards Eden and Freyra, mouthing a silent ‘is he done?’ Freyra lifts both her hands, while Eden just shrugs.
“I’m a fool,” Aladdin finishes, slumping.
“You’re only a fool if you give up, boy,” a voice calls from the shadows. Eden tilts his head, peering at the small, hunched man who comes out from the shadows. He’s bald, with half his teeth missing, and -- …
Eden tilts his head a little further.
“Who’s this guy?” Alvis asks.
“No clue, but the more the merrier, right? He can escape with us!” Freyra says. “If saving one prisoner is good, saving two must be double good.”
“I’m just a lowly prisoner, sent here for stealing bread,” the man says, hobbling closer. When he talks again, it’s to Aladdin: “But together, perhaps you and I could be more.”
Aladdin cants his head back, watching the man. “I’m listening.”
The man gives Eden a quick glance. Eden waggles his eyebrows, giving him fingerguns.
“There is a cave, boy,” the man says to Aladdin. “A cave of wonders, filled with treasure beyond your wildest dreams. Treasure enough to impress even your princess, I’d wager.”
“But the law says that only a prince can -- …”
“You’ve heard of the golden rule, haven’t you? Whoever has the gold makes the rules,” the man wheezes, cracking his mouth open wide in a gap-toothed grin. “I need a young pair of legs and a strong back for going after the treasure.”
The man turns his gaze onto Eden. “I’m sure you’d be amenable to taking both of us with you, would you not, keybearers of Daybreak Town?”
Eden cracks a wide grin. “Sure! Rescuing two prisoner’s gotta be double good, right? We’ll see you to the gates of the city.”
“Ah, my thanks, my thanks,” the old man says, patting Eden’s arm. “Let’s be off, then.”
They find the entrance, trudge through the underground passageway, and eventually find their way to the rather heavy, and rather small door to the dungeons. There’s no lock for them to use their keyblades on, but a little bit of working with the mechanisms surrounding the door causes it to slide open on its own.
All three of them have to get on their hands and knees to get through the door. Once he’s through, Eden straightens up, dusting off his hands. The dungeon is dim, lit only by a shaft of moonlight from the window, and mostly bare. The only living things in it are a few prisoners; Aladdin’s weird, tiny bipedial horse; and a bunch of even smaller horses with thin, whiplike tails, squeaking and scurrying about at the edges of the light.
“Hey,” Eden says, “rescue team.”
Aladdin just stares at them for a moment, then glances up at the cuffs holding his wrists in place. Alvis gives an exasperated grumble, summoning his keyblade and slicing through the cuffs in one smooth motion.
“Thanks. How’d you find me? Did Jasmine send you?” Aladdin asks. The bipedal horse on his shoulder makes several angry noise, folding its arms and shaking his head. “Guess not. Don’t worry, Abu, I’ll never see her again. I’m a street rat, remember, and there’s a law. She’s got to marry a prince. She deserves a prince.”
Alvis turns his head towards Eden and Freyra, mouthing a silent ‘is he done?’ Freyra lifts both her hands, while Eden just shrugs.
“I’m a fool,” Aladdin finishes, slumping.
“You’re only a fool if you give up, boy,” a voice calls from the shadows. Eden tilts his head, peering at the small, hunched man who comes out from the shadows. He’s bald, with half his teeth missing, and -- …
Eden tilts his head a little further.
“Who’s this guy?” Alvis asks.
“No clue, but the more the merrier, right? He can escape with us!” Freyra says. “If saving one prisoner is good, saving two must be double good.”
“I’m just a lowly prisoner, sent here for stealing bread,” the man says, hobbling closer. When he talks again, it’s to Aladdin: “But together, perhaps you and I could be more.”
Aladdin cants his head back, watching the man. “I’m listening.”
The man gives Eden a quick glance. Eden waggles his eyebrows, giving him fingerguns.
“There is a cave, boy,” the man says to Aladdin. “A cave of wonders, filled with treasure beyond your wildest dreams. Treasure enough to impress even your princess, I’d wager.”
“But the law says that only a prince can -- …”
“You’ve heard of the golden rule, haven’t you? Whoever has the gold makes the rules,” the man wheezes, cracking his mouth open wide in a gap-toothed grin. “I need a young pair of legs and a strong back for going after the treasure.”
The man turns his gaze onto Eden. “I’m sure you’d be amenable to taking both of us with you, would you not, keybearers of Daybreak Town?”
Eden cracks a wide grin. “Sure! Rescuing two prisoner’s gotta be double good, right? We’ll see you to the gates of the city.”
“Ah, my thanks, my thanks,” the old man says, patting Eden’s arm. “Let’s be off, then.”