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Out of the jungle... [Active]

Character(s): Simba and Testament.
Content: Simba wanders into the playground in Jogo da Crianca Park.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca.
Time: Sunday afternoon.
Warnings: Simba is naked?

Simba was used to seeing the fake trees and such of Paixao, so the park called Jogo da Crianca was nothing too fascinating to him; he actually decided to pass through it because it was the most familiar thing to home he could happen upon, as much of a far cry as it was. The jungle only made him disgusted. So the lion-man wandered through the area rather aimlessly, unclothed and looking rather dirty and mussed at the moment. He was covered in small scratched and bite marks; they were from Axel when they had fought, but they were only small wounds so he let them bleed freely.

But when he happened upon the playground in the park, he stopped in place and blinked confusedly. Rounded ears flicked with curiosity and he tilted his head to the side a moment, slowly edging near the metal contraptions. His tail swished back and forth slowly, and he approached a swing set, sniffing it experimentally. Hmmm.

He placed his clawed hands on it and stroked it, feeling out its texture, exploring the foreign contraption. "Must be something one of those monkeys made," he commented to himself, and moved slowly over to the swing itself. He felt out the chain and the leather of the actual seat, and then decided to test out what he assumed it could be for...

Plopping his rear down in it, he began to slowly swing back and forth slowly, using his powerful legs to pump him higher and higher. A grin spread across his face; this was just like what he and Timon and Pumbaa had done on the vines and trees when they were back home. This was great!

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No… no no no no no no no. What had happened? That man in the black coat, the one Testament had all intents and purposes of destroying and ripping the organs out of, had disappeared. This wasn't right- he was there a second ago what the hell what the freakin' hell he was RIGHT. THERE.

Testament tried to breathe; with the other man gone, his rage was useless. He gripped onto his scythe with one hand, the other almost ripping out his hair, not being able to handle such stress and anger and his mind, his Dizzy, they seemed so far out of reach-

While the Gear was trying to regain his sanity, it seemed a rather… naked man had decided to play on the swings near him. While normally Testament would throw the scythe at any stranger interrupting his privacy, even more so in this state of mind, he couldn't help but sense something odd about the stranger (other than his lack of clothes and tail, anyway).

He wasn't human. What the hell was he? Testament tilted his head at angle, confusion etched all over his face.

Simba had apparently remained blissfully unaware of the shock he had caused to the other man. He had expected a few looks, because he had gotten them before, but he had never had any real trouble with it, and so once again he had neglected to be a proper monkey, even if Dark had taught him otherwise.

His tail still swayed, and he yawned a bit as his momentum slowly depleted, becoming a little bored with the swings eventually. His interesting perked slightly, however, as he sensed another being there; a strange, bothering scent that caused him to turn his head.

The lion blinked, falling still, as his gold eyes fell on Testament.

Red eyes stared back at the gold ones, the Gear's eyebrows still furrowed in his concentration. This man wasn't human - he wasn't even sure he was a man. Testament didn't get the same odd vibes off of this person like he had before from Kaze though, and he definitely was not a Gear like Testament himself. The aura around the man seemed so familiar, but he just couldn't place where he knew it...

His grip on the scythe relaxed seeing as how the man did not appear to be the violent type. He didn't trust the other though, and he made no attempt to go near him. He could only muster saying one thing.

"…hello."

As the swing stopped, Simba continued to blink curiously. Idly, one of his round, black-lined ears gave another flick, and his hands curled their claws around the hanging chains of the swing. The man eyeing him over seemed slightly intimidating, but Simba wasn't afraid, of course-- just cautious.

"Hey there," he said, swallowing a moment and then slowly smiling-- he hoped he wouldn't be vicious like Axel had been. He seemed quite defensive himself...

Testament really could not think of anything more to say. He didn't know if he could trust this person considering how much of a first impression that Kaze had made, none the less from his paranoia of people in general. He slid back a bit, his mind still not completely stabilized and very reluctant to harm someone who seemed perfectly nice. He didn't want to hurt anyone anymore. He really didn't.

Taking a few more steps back for good measure, Testament swept a few black strands out of his face, bright red eyes carefully watching the other in his confusion. Not used to conversation, he immediately said the first thing that came to mind.

"…you aren't human."

He did not smile back.

Simba blinked a few times and slowly slid off the swing as the cautious man finally spoke something else to him. Slowly, he smiled and chuckled softly, shaking his head as his great mane of reddish-orange hair shifted over his shoulders. "Yeah, I know. I stand out a lot."

Looking over his shoulder and down at his backside, his tail swished a few times again. "Before I came to this city... Pai...xao--" he stammered, "I was a lion. But it turned me into... this," he said as he looked up and at the other with red eyes. "One of your kind, I think. A hyoo...men?" Simba couldn't remember the word exactly.

A lion? It sounded ridiculous, but it did explain Testament's lack of hostile emotions toward the other. He never could bring himself to be rude to animals or children - the innocents always held his respect and care…

If this were the case, it would also explain the lack of wildlife here. No wildlife, no plants… How disturbing.

Stopping his backward track, Testament stared at the ground in front of him, voice quiet and unsure. "I… I can't really call myself human," that black hair fell into his face again, mind not able to comprehend how weird this was.

He wanted to go home, goddamn it.

Simba blinked curiously. He was quite sure this individual was a human; he had the face and body parts and he seemed to smell human-- well, relatively, because the lion hadn't formed a proper identification for a "human" smell yet-- so he was quite sure that was what he was. He couldn't visibly see anything about him that would imply he was anything else; he would have smelt the animal in him anyway... right?

His head canted. "Then what are you?"

It was a simple question. The answer, however, kept warping in his mind and jumbling and tearing down all thoughts of relaxing anytime soon, as if it were some ugly wallpaper.

What am I? A murder, a criminal, a demon, a monstrosity, a failure, an abomination, a crime against God, against father, against peace-

He shook his head, eyes flickering downward to the ground, not able to look the other in the face. "I'm not human," was all he could muster. "That's all you need to know."

Simba could sense his uneasiness. He frowned, not sure if he should feel sorry for him or be intimidated. He had a slight feeling that Testament would do him no harm, so he ventured, hesitantly, closer.

"That's all right, I guess." He gave a nervous laugh. "Well, we can both be out of place together then, huh? I still haven't gotten used to the whole... human business, really." He looked down at himself, and then over at Testament. "At least you got that... close...cloth...clotheses part down, though. I lost all of mine..."

The grip on the scythe tightened as the other man came closer, the heel of Testament's black boots digging into the soil as he began to hold his ground. His eyes flashed dangerously, as if warning the other not to come closer.

He didn't want to hurt this man… lion… whatever. He didn't want to hurt someone who seemed so friendly. Yet, he still found himself threatening the other with his stance. The shortening of his personal space was making him nervous, and thoughts of being a polite stranger was not the first things on his mind.

And as for the person's nudity… "Perhaps you should put some more on then…"

Simba quirked a brow confusedly, but then paused, even taking a step back. His ears pinned to his skull, and he frowned as he cocked his head. "I'm sorry... I don't know why you have to get all territorial, I'm not gonna hurt you." He forced a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his head. "It seems like you've got a couple problems-- maybe if you learned to put your guard down a little, you'd be a lot better off!"

As for the clothes, well, Simba didn't acknowledge them for now. He was fine with being naked, anyway. It felt a lot more comfortable.

Testament could not claim to be a nice man, but he wasn't rude either. He liked to believe himself to be blunt, which was what he hoped the other could understand when he made his curt reply of "Keeping my guard up is the only reason I'm alive right now."

If you can call running from everything and everyone a life.

He let his grip on the scythe rest a bit, head bowing in a mixture of guilt and exhaustion. "I apologize for my rudeness, Sir, if it has offended you at all."

Simba looked at him oddly for a moment, and then he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. This guy was all kinds of messed up-- it seemed like he really needed a friend or something like that. It looked like it was about time for the lion to share a bit of the wisdom he'd gained over the years, a piece of advice that had been the reason why he was alive right now.

"It's okay, really," he said, lifting his head and looking across at him. He smiled slowly. "You kinda remind me of myself, how I used to be." Not quite that extreme, but it would comfort him, wouldn't it...? "I was in terrible shape, until I learned two words...

"Hakuna matata."

Red eyes flared, rage boiling in his blood at the suggestion that anyone believed that they had even come close to trauma and horror as ~~Tesu~~ no, not tesu anymore, tesu died a long, long time ago ~~whichisn'tallthattruearen'tyouthesameinside?~~ Testament had seen and caused ~~thoughistheideathatfaroff?~~-

The random bout of insanity seemed to pass as soon as it came however, the Gear glancing up at the lion with confused eyes.

"Hakuna mawhata?"

Was that some kind of human nonsense?

"Hakuna matata," Simba repeated, a little set off by the odd feeling he got from the man for a few moments, but then calming once he spoke to him. He kept a smile forced onto his face for the sake of both of them. "It means 'no worries'. If you remember, hakuna matata, you'll live a lot happier life!"

His tail flicked happily, as he remembered his friends Timon and Pumbaa's words, "And don't forget-- you've got to keep your behind in your past. That is, keep your past behind you."

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