paixaorpg | first date?

Helplessly watching the woman escape from the publics eye, Timon found himself eventually being pushed, shoved and even kicked at one point to the back of the large line of occupants waiting to enter through the very gate that his desire had gone through. An aggravated sigh was given to fill the empty hole left by Desire -that and in hopes the line would shorten in a matter of seconds.

"Anytime now..." he muttered to himself, his foot tapping impatiently. "Common, I ain't got all day..." Giving a small growl, the little man suddenly burst out MOVE IT!", jumping into the air and flailing his arms wildly. But that wasn't all that flailed wildly. The white trench coat provided by the flawless woman opened up to a display that left many of the lines female personal screaming in shock while covering their children's eyes. Alright, this worked. By the looks of it, all he had to do is open up this thing he was wearing and he'd get his way. What a useful tool.

Timon grinned while staggering to the front of the line to soon realize he hadn't the slightest clue what the line was for. None the matter though, before he could open his mouth to ask he found a small rock thrown into his hands and request for his name.

"Eh...Timon?"

Apparently that was the right answer for he was pushed forward into the questionable gates to Paixao without so much as another word from those around him. "Hmpf!" The man dusted himself off, glaring at all those who passed him to simply be bumped into once again, this time falling into a brochure stand bringing the stand down with him.

"Watch where 'yer goin'!" he yelled after the human who had been responsible for the incident, his fist shaking in furry. These humans were turning out to be ruder than the hippo's whom threatened to use Timon as a seat cushion. Sigh. The man gave a groan in pain while removing one of the pan-flits belonging to the stand from his head. "Oy...I'm gunna die on an empty stomach. -what's this?"

Holding the folded piece of parchment close then a-far, he squinted in an attempt to read the foreign language upon it. Hmm... The pan-flit was flipped upside down for a better understand but the only thing Timon could really make out were the pictures. One which looked just like the area he was in with a picture of the gate he had just passed through while the other was of the rock that had been handed to him earlier. By the looks of it, the rock opened. Now where did he put his rock?

His hands padded against the ground through numerous papers until coming in contact with the desired object. "Ah, here we are." Glancing over it quickly, the human cross tried to pry it open through several methods; banging it against the ground, biting it, asking it politely to open, threatening it and finally throwing it which oddly enough worked. The rock sprung open and bounced away from the crash site.

Curious, Timon climbed onto his feet and followed the device to a quiet and surprisingly unoccupied spot against a near sculpture where he plopped himself down to further inspect the devise. It was looked as if it were some sort of shell for food causing the former meerkat to suck on the buttons hoping they were edible...which they weren't. A frown formed as he shook the rock trying to force the assumed food out.

He did not realize he was being watched.

This defiantly was not working for him. Regardless how much effort he poured into the task, the food would just not come out. How the heck did these humans eat this thing anyway? Annoyed by it's refusal to cooperate with his stomach, Timon threw the rock away landing just a few feet away from him.

"Stupid piece of...whatever!" he cried out, folding his arms to prevent them from flying around wildly with anger. He allowed them to trace over the white trench-coat, covering his rather naked body. The fabric's texture was very curious to his touch.

It was then he noticed how quiet it had gotten. Perhaps not to the point where it was merely wind blowing past his ears, but close enough. The man frowned. There was a familiar smell in the air, one that had him lacking of ease.

Frozen, he looked around revealing the familiar ears of a savanna meerkat at the sides of his head, identifying him as easy prey to his stalker.

That sound...It was so familiar to him. The gentle, pleased purring of a lion(ess). His lips formed a smile as he looked around for the source of the sound. "Simba?"

Timon turned his head in the direction in which the sudden snarl had come from, his hope instantly dying when catching sight of the nightmare heading straight from him. "Si-AAAAAAAAH!"

Throwing himself onto his unsteady legs, the man stumbled forward in an attempt to run. Unfortunately his legs didn't appear to want to work the way he wanted them to causing him to collapse.

"This isn't fair!" Timon wailed, crawling away as fast as he could manage. "I can't even run for my life!"

His glance shot back toward the lioness running straight for him- er, or what would have been...used to be, defiantly still was. Though his size was now fairly the same as hers, perhaps he could actually fight against her...what was he crazy?! The thought was instantly thrown away as the meerkat turned man began climbing up a near statue to escape the wild cat.

"I don't have any lunch money!- HEEEEEEEEEELP! -I come from a poor family, we have barely enough as it is- SOMEBODY HELP ME! -My mothers, she's really sick and my uncle, he's ugly enough to make Medusa jealous -PUMBAA! SIMBA! HEEEEEEELP!"

Seeing the crazed woman's hand raise, Timon's eyes screwed closed as he prepared for impact. This was it, the end of the road. He was to remain forever without knowing if his friend, his precious Simba was alright. Or know what he'd done upset him, make him leave the jungle. The unanswered questions that drove him mad.

'Goodbye cruel world!' he thought to himself, releasing grip of the statue had tried to climb...though, it was odd. He could feel himself hit the ground, still hear the slight morning breeze blowing past his ears. Did this mean he wasn't dead?

Above him, he could clearly make out a voice. Unfamiliar, but gentle. Odd indeed.

Slowly opening one of his eyes, the man gave out a cry of surprise to see the girl staring down at him. And then she smelt him! Or at least it appeared so. Oh this was to weird. Maybe she was checking if his smell satisfied her. None the less, Timon was still freaked out.

"Simba's...dead?" the meerkat turned man asked in disbelief, horrified to be introduced to such a concept. "No-...he can't be!" He shook his head furiously, frowning at the girl smiling above him. This had to be a trick, it had to be!

"You better be sorry! You got a lot of nerve lying to me about my ~~son's~~ friends death!" he said giving Nala a hard poke on the nose. "That's lower than the hyena's and trust me, they know low!"

"The kings dead? Wooooooow," Rubbing his head once he'd sat up he allowed the idea to slowly sink in. He knew whom the king had been, there'd been many story's in the underground about him -alright, just two. But Timon defiantly knew he'd had a son, he'd even been at the presentation...man he was old. "Scar? Never heard of 'em. That's a real shame though 'bout the king and future king."

"You know, I think we both know a different Simba. Mine is defiantly not a king- accept when it comes to slug swallowing, bug belching, cricket crunching, grub gulping, maggot munching..." The list was endless and the redheaded trailed off in a sea of different, disgusting games involving insects. "-but he only wins because I let him."

Seeing the girl smile, Timon was capable of mirroring it. "I'm Timon." he said, holding out his hand for a shaking. "We're both from the PrideLands, hu? Does this mean I'm no longer lunch?"

Seeing how the subject of death never really lightened anyone's mood, Timon decided it'd be best to avoid it. There was no point as to talking about it now seeing how they both had a firm understanding of the past, and the difference between the Simba they knew.

"Are you kidding? They taste great!" He said to Nala's response to his preferred snack. "Trust me, you'd love 'em. They taste a lot better than I would."

The man shuddered at the thought of being eaten by the woman. The idea was not very comforting. Hopefully she's stick to her word. Though by the sounds of it, it didn't appear that she recognized him as what he truly was. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. As long as he was off the menu in the end was all that really mattered in the end.

"That's a relief, I'm fried from all that running." wiping a beam of sweat from his forehead he continue. "I really need to start working out."

Giving her hand a quick shake, he watched as she stood up. He too rose to his feet, following her actions in absorbing their surroundings. Timon really didn't know where they were either. "Your guess is as good as mine, Kiddo." he replied, scratching his head.

"I wonder what happened to us. I mean all I need is a blue rump and I look like the shaman!" Quickly striking a common Rafiki like pose, the man imitated the mandrill's voice almost perfectly. "You listen to old Rafiki now! I speak nonsense and hit animals with my big 'ol stick! Ahahahaaha!"

"Running from you." Timon replied dryly, looking as if he'd swallowed a rather bitter tasting bug. Now there was a frightening thing, 30 razer sharp teeth smiling down upon you. Not that he wasn't used to seeing it and all, it was just he knew Simba wasn't going to chomp him in half while this lioness...well, he had a feeling she was still hungry for meerkat.

Nodding, he frowned slightly, still speaking in the mandrill's voice. "Yes, yes...you know what I would say? Ol' Rafiki would tell you to follow-..." Struggling to think of something, he returned to his normal tone. "I don't know what he'd say. -that reminds me! Have you seen a large lion around lately? Brown mane, golden fur coat. He's been missing for four days now, I can't find him anywhere. How you loose track of someone that big is beyond me, it's just finding him I'm concerned about. You seen 'em?"

Discouraged by her response, his head hung low as he gave a sigh. Simba was such a trouble maker, even when he wasn't around. The thought made him perk up though, reminding him of all the wonderful times they'd shared together. He'd find the mischiefs lion...somehow.

Timon turned glance back to Nala soon to follow her own to a near human. "Really? I find their more animals, like those all high and mighty lions." There was a brief pause given before the man realized what he'd said. For a moment, he'd forgotten what the girl 'was'. "-I meant hornbills." he corrected, a nervous chuckle given.

"Ehh, what happened at the Elephant Graveyard?" he asked, deciding to switch subjects as quickly as possible.

[ooc: Oh snap, that should be: "I find their more **pushy** animals, like those all high and mighty lions." Sorry about that, D'oh!]

The man looked anything but concerned, and to be perfectly honest he really couldn't care less about Nala's childhood. But when he noticed she was looking at him he threw himself into an intricate pose reflecting deep thought on the matters.

"An Elephant Graveyard is no place for a young lady like yourself. Who'd ever go to ever go to an Elephant Graveyard anyway? - aside from a handful of feroshus herd carnivores. Gezz, you'd think there was party goin' on down there with all that heavy traffic. Ah well, that's the thing about public pools, you never know who you'll be swimming with."

Shrugging the thought from his shoulders, Timon took a few paces forward before glancing back at the lioness. She looked hungry. There was no mistaking the look of a carnivore craving the taste of...well, you know. The man stuck his tongue out sourly at the thought, eeeew.

Suddenly an idea sparked allowing the meerkat to express more than a little excitement. "Hey Nala, I just realized something...we're the same height!"

How very true he was. Oddly enough, both characters stood around the same hight of five foot five. The fact of him being almost as tall as the once lion girl was almost enough to have Timon preform a back flip. Sure, it wasn't that big of a deal. But for once to be big, almost as big as the predator was overwhelming. He couldn't help but grin.

"You know..." he began, trailing off into space. "We never really put down any ground rules of, oh I don't know...me eating you!" After a difficult battle of maintaining a straight face, Timon burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh man, the look on your face! Ah-ha ha! Ahh, I'm kidding, keep yer socks on kid."

Once successfully calming himself down he raced straight to his point. "Anyway, I think I know how we can get something into that stomach of yours that ain't me."

Timon was more than pleased to find this lioness had a sense of humor. In the long run it would certainly prove useful and allow him to have at least some way of connecting with her. He grinned, now feeling as if he'd some what gotten to know Nala at least a little better.

"Of course I explored!" he replied to her question about his childhood. "Tunnels are so boring. Who wants to spend all day digging in the sand anyway? Though whenever I did leave the tunnels I'd usually get caught. Stupid tattle tale sentry's. My mom wouldn't let me go outside by myself till I was older incase a predator came, but even then..."

He frowned, clearly showing dislike to his way of life when still with his colony. It wasn't as if he could just grab his friends and sit outside as a group. Timon never had any friends until Pumbaa.

"Anyway! I noticed humans made drawings of food when I got caught in their trap." It was hardly a trap, it was simply a brochure stand Timon had so clumsily fell into. Thankfully he'd learned at least something from the experience. "All we have to do is find one of those drawings and we'll find food."

Squatting down to ground level, the man drew out the picture the best to his ability in the dirt, then looked up at Nala in search of a response.

Nearby, a pair of vivid green eyes was scanning the crowds in tired boredom, as their owner rested at the base of an ornate planter filled with beautiful but obviously fake flowers. Kovu had been up most of the night, exploring the scenery and harrassing random passerby with questions that ended up just giving him ~more~ questions, instead of answers. He'd finally tried to settle down and get some sleep in an out-of-the-way spot, but there was far more light and noise in the city of Paixao than he was used to. Not to mention, the people would point and stare when they noticed him.

He was feeling grouchy and tired and miserable at the moment. The one question that he'd been most anxious to find an answer to still seemed to elude him. He'd asked around if there was any way for him to go back to where he had been, and as far as he could tell, nobody knew. This, of course, meant that he was stuck in this strange place, with people whose customs he barely understood and with nothing to do but wander around aimlessly.

On top of all that, he was getting really hungry, and the not-yet-healed wound over his eye was aching whenever he blinked...

Kovu sniffed the air, more out of reflex than out of any real hope of finding the scent of any recognizable prey... But what he did find came as a bit of a shock to him. It wasn't exactly the same as he remembered, but... was that the smell of another lion? Or lioness, perhaps. It was different from the other scents he smelled, at least. He slowly pushed himself to his feet, following the intriguing scent. With the luck he'd had lately, it would probably turn out to be nothing, but he really didn't have anything to lose by investigating... He soon noticed there was a second odd scent as well, which resembled something like meerkat...

The lion slipped quietly through the streets, turning a corner to find the objects of his search a short distance away. It was immediately obvious which two people were the ones he had been tracking... Although to his dismay, they weren't exactly what he had been hoping for. Certainly, they had some resemblence to a lioness and a meerkat, but... Well, he honestly wasn't sure what to think of them. They did look more familiar than anyone else in the area, though... And he had come this far already.

He walked towards them slowly, a puzzled look on his face. "Uh... Hello?" he called out, hoping that unlike some of the other citizens of the city he'd approached, the two of them wouldn't see him and immediately flee.

The man was still sharing glance with Nala when he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He'd imagined it were simply another human until the slight breeze helped his nose identify just whom had joined them: another lion. His eyes grew wide as he slowly turned his head, praying that his nose had deserved him.

It hadn't.

Leaping forward, the redhead threw himself behind the woman's legs. "Well hello to you too!" he snapped, peaking out to get a better look at the built lion. "Whatever your sellin' we already got two of 'em!"

No, Kovu had made no mistake. He'd found exactly what he'd smelt: a lion and a meerkat...sort of. The two humans shared at least some sign of their past form; their ears, Timon's brilliant red hair, Nala's mixed aqua-green eyes, their voices and of course their all to familiar scent.

"Is he with you?" a rather nervous meerkat asked is accomplice.

The expression on Kovu's face grew even more puzzled at the reaction that he got from the other two. Not only did the two of them smell familiar to him, they also sounded familiar as well. They even looked a little like the people he knew, although for some reason they were half-human. (Interbreeding was the first explanation that popped into his head, but that was ridiculous, especially in the meerkat's case) They couldn't possibly be Nala and Timon... could they? Nah, that was crazy...

Of course, everything was kind of crazy in this place...

"I'm Kovu," he introduced himself, taking care not to get too close. The lioness-ish one didn't seem to be afraid of him, but the other looked like had considered bolting the moment Kovu showed up. "I..." the lion hesitated, unsure of exactly what to say about his history. It wasn't exactly something he was feeling very proud of at the moment. Perhaps it would be best just to be a little vague about the details... "I used to be an Outlander, I guess... Then I lived in the Pride Lands for a little while... Now I'm here, wherever here is exactly."

He frowned for a moment, then shook his head, "What about you two? You look kinda like people I used to know..."

Timon continued to watch the lion with through a mixture of both caution and curiosity. He was a complete stranger to them both though Nala showed little fear of his presence, especially when she made a one step approach to him. Hopefully this guy wasn't hungry too or there'd be real trouble.

"The Pridelands?" he repeated, suddenly perking up as if the destination named had proved Kovu's innocents. "Hey, us too! How 'bout that." The man climbed to his feet, still partly hiding behind Nala but at least abandoning his fetal position.

"I'm Timon, and this is Nala. -she's with me so don't even THINK about mistaking me as part of the catering here." With that said and done he could finally ask, "Who do we look like? -OH! And have you seen big, golden lion around here anywhere? He's about yee-tall, red mane, orange like eyes..."

Kovu stared at the meerkat/man with an expression that suggested Timon had grown a third eye or something. "Wait... Let me get this straight..." he said slowly. "You mean you ~are~ Timon and Nala?! And what, you're looking for Simba?"

The russet-furred lion shook his head incredulously. "You've got to be kidding me..." How was it possible for these two to be Nala and Timon? Even if they ~had~ somehow been transformed into humans through some odd trick of fate... Why didn't they recognize him? He'd only just been foisted out of the Pridelands the day before, after all!

"Let me guess... You're going to ask me to look for Pumbaa next, huh?" he said, a trace of frustration entering his voice.

Maybe he was going insane? He had to wonder, considering the circumstances... But on the other hand, he didn't think he could possibly have imagined up half of the bizarre place he found himself in, even if he ~had~ gone nuts. It didn't seem like his idea of heaven or hell, and he was fairly certain that you weren't supposed to get reincarnated as an adult, so he was pretty sure he hadn't died without realizing it, either.

He sagged in defeat as the thought occurred to him that the two of them probably didn't have any more idea than he did of what had happened to them, "Come on... Don't either of you remember me?"

"That's right." the man replied, planting one hand onto his hip while the other pointed at Kovu. "You catch on fast. And you've seen Simba!" His hand fell to his side as he then leaned casually to the side in question to the new set of questions laid down before him.

"You've seen Pumbaa too? He doesn't look like...this too, does he?" Timon slowly came out from behind Nala, now approaching the lion at his own cautious pace. "What about Simba? Is he pink too? How's he doing? He's not hurt is he? Do you know why he ran away? Where is he right now? I have to see him!"

Now on his knee's before the green eyed stranger, the meerkat turned man began to beg to see his friend. "Please! I haven't seen him in days, I'm worried sick about him! I'll do anything! You name it, it's done!"

Pausing momentarily, he eyed the lion whom appeared to have asked him something. It was then Timon courageously took hold of Kovu's head, quickly turning it to the side to retrieve a better profile of his face. His hands flew back to his sides before the dark furred animal could so much as think of snap his jaws over them.

"Nope, never seen you before in my life, kiddo. And trust me, after living in a colony for two years I never forget a face, especially one a distinctive as yours. What's with that scar anyway?"

The dark-furred lion blinked, not quite knowing how to respond to Timon's questions. He was convinced of one thing, though... That really was Timon there, somehow. He looked strange, but he definitely acted like the meerkat Kovu knew. Only, he had apparently lost part of his memory, or... Well, maybe something stranger was going on. With everything else Kovu had seen, he wasn't sure he should just try to stick a simple explanation on it. Still, maybe talking to the other two a little more would shed some light on how exactly all this had happened.

"This scar..." he reached a paw up to gingerly rub against his face. It still hurt a little, but it wasn't too bad at the moment. "My mother gave me this, after I refused to help her try to kill Simba..." Kovu frowned at the memory. At least Timon and Nala wouldn't remember the rest of it... He could explain what had happened if they wanted to know, and they'd probably not react too badly. At least, he hoped they wouldn't... "That was right before I got here... My mother and the other Outlanders attacked him near the borders of the Pridelands. Before you ask, though, Simba's okay. He was injured, but he made it safely back to Pride Rock. I don't know if he was brought here like I was, though. Or what he looks like if he did..."

The lion stared at Timon thoughtfully, "Maybe this will sound kind of weird, but considering everything else, I guess I should ask... Where were the two of you before you got here? And what ~do~ you remember? Because I'm finding it really weird that you two have no clue who I am. There's gotta be some reason for it."

Timon's eyes literally bulged out of his skull at the mention of the lion's mother's intentions to harm his Simba. This was almost turning into a nightmare to the meerkat. What kind of sick and twisted place had his lion friend traveled to, abandoned him for? And exactly what had Simba ever done to receive such horrid treatment? Had he truly tried to join a pride, live with his own? At this point it certainly made it sound that way setting the man at a lack of ease. Perhaps Simba truly had left him and Pumbaa... The thought was bitter. Anger took over forcing him to think things he didn't mean, things he'd never wish upon.

"Fine! He can live with his stupid lion friends all he wants at this dumb 'Pride Rock'!" he suddenly snapped with little warning. The seated man folded his arms across his chest stubbornly, his curled brows itching to be brought up into a more comfortable as he considered taking back what he'd just said. But if Simba didn't want to be with him, then he didn't want to be with Simba. "I don't need 'em anyway -he needs me! The fact that he's hurt proves it!"

Glaring down at his fur-less feet, Timon attempted to calm himself down before speaking again but his voice still remain sharp and cold. "Why should we have to tell you that? We don't even know who you are. -How do you know who we are anyway? Are you a spy?"

Timon's anger didn't come as a surprise to Kovu, since he knew the meerkat could be pretty excitable. He hadn't quite expected the direction that anger was taking, though, and that threw him off a bit. As far as he knew, Timon didn't really have any good reason to be mad at Simba... but maybe it was just the stress getting to him.

What was even more amazing was the fact that the meerkat-turned-human obviously didn't know anything at all about Pride Rock, or why Simba was there. That was something Kovu hadn't quite been expecting, but he was getting the suspicion that it wasn't just the latest events that his new companions didn't know about... Simba had been king of Pride Rock for years, and Kovu knew Nala and Timon had both been with him for all of that time... For them to not know that meant that they either had a massive case of amnesia... Or else they'd somehow been pulled right out of the past, if that was even possible.

"No, I'm not a spy," Kovu said slowly, although a nagging part of him pointed out that he sort of had been, for a short time. That wasn't really relevant, though, so he wasn't about to bring it up. "And I'm just as confused as you are... But if you don't even know why Simba's at Pride Rock, then... It hasn't happened for you yet, has it? You never went back to the Pridelands with him to defeat his uncle Scar, so that he could take his rightful place as king..."

Recovering remarkably quickly, his attention snapped in Kovu's direction quicker than a bug slipping through a greedy meerkats grip. "Whoa-Hey-Hold on, did you just say what I think you did?" Rubbing his temples, Timon threw his hands out in front of him and began batting them about as he spoke. "'Hasn't happened for you yet'? What the heck is that supposed to mean?! Who's Scar and just who you callin' king?"

This guy was surely off his rocker. Who did he think he was anyway? Simply approaching them and messing with their heads in such a fashion was almost as disgraceful that Simba running out on him. The man scoffed, he wouldn't fall for this 'Kovu's lies. He was smarter than that.

"There's no fooling old Timon here, Junior!" he replied, proudly prodding himself in the chest. "You are a spy! How else would you know 'bout me, and Pumbaa and even Simba? You gotta lotta nerve coming 'round here and telling such baloney. Yeah, your a lion alright. Lion, get it? It's like 'liar' but...oh why am I wasting my time with you?" Giving a sigh, he shook his head as a grin began to creep across his lips. "That head of yours is turning to be as empty as a rotted log."

[ooc: ...wow, that was harsh]

"Oh, ~my~ head is empty?" Kovu growled in irritation. Timon or not, the meerkat's insults made an already frustrated lion ever so much more upset. "How about you? You're the one insulting a lion! I'm the one with all the claws and teeth! Ever stopped to think about that?"

Of course, he wasn't about to actually hurt the man, even if he was angry. Timon was a friend of Simba's, and despite all that had happened with the pride, Kovu had no desire to hurt any of Simba's friends or family. Maybe a part of him had hoped that Timon might be able to get him back on good terms with Simba. Obviously, that wasn't going to happen, but that certainly wasn't cause for violence.

That didn't mean he was going to be all nice and happy about it, though. "So what? You think I have nothing better to do than follow you around all day? Get real! Your life isn't ~that~ interesting! We've all just been whisked away to a weird... ~city~ thing, where there's no plants, no birds, and no ~bugs~! And you're not even a meerkat anymore! Maybe you're not even the real Timon! You keep calling me a spy... How do I know you're not some kind of really pathetic imposter? You're the one who doesn't seem to recall anything that's happened in the last few years!"

"You even stop to think how much bigger I am compared to you?" the man snapped back, a fiery spark of rage equally as strong the lions showing no intention of stepping down.

Timon climbed back onto his feet, knitting his brows together as he towered over Kovu, one hand on his hip as the other poked the rogue in the forehead. "Oh, and you can call yourself a lion?!" he growled in response. "Your the real impostor here! Your nothing more than a mouse in lions fur! Makin' up wild story's that nobody's crazy enough to believe. And I can too remember the past, I just don't want to talk about to someone as dumb as you!"

True, his side of the pointless argument was indeed childish. But none the less he fought back the best he could without physical harm upon the lion. Though at this point, being ripped to shreds was clearly not on his mind.

Kovu swatted the man's hand away from his face with one paw, "Hey, I could have knocked you flat on your back by now, but I've been ~trying~ to be reasonable. You want me to be more like a lion? Because last I checked, lions usually ~eat~ guys like you..."

It was an empty threat, of course, but Kovu hoped it would at least check Timon's temper a little. "You know what I want?" the lion said, staring up at the meerkat. "I want to go home. I want to see the girl I love again! I want my ~life~ back! I can't prove that it all happened, but I ~know~ it did! Maybe I'm crazy, but if I know who you are and who Nala is and who Pumbaa and Simba are, then I would have ~thought~ I was onto something! I know you and Pumbaa raised Simba from a cub, after he ran away from home... I know his father's name is Mufasa and his mother's name is Sarabi... I know he has an uncle named Scar who took over the Pride Lands after Mufasa's death... And if you don't believe ~that~ much, then why don't you just ask Nala? She's from the same freaking pride!"

The lion looked around, hoping the lioness would confirm that much for him. Unfortunately, she seemed to be nowhere in sight. He turned all the way around, looking to make sure she hadn't moved behind him or something, and finally glanced back at Timon. "Uh... Where'd she go?"

Standing his ground at the threat, his hands came up defensively in hopes Kovu would not be true to his word. He was beginning to get cocky, and the reminder was needed to keep Timon in line. The strong always conquered the little, and although he wasn't as near close to how small he'd been before, he was certainly feeling like it.

He was going to interrupt the lion, answering his question with a 'What do I care what you want?' remark but thankfully the opportunity was lost. Instead it proved rather remarkable to knowledge that he held. "Yes, we did raise him. And he grew up all to fast. But I don't know any of this other junk. Pridelands, Muhasa, Scabby...not in my territory. Well, Muhasa was since he was 'the king'."

Rolling his eyes at the title, and Kovu's little fit he looked in the direction in which he'd last seen Nala. She was gone. "You scared her off you, Mook! And we were just about to get lunch too..."

Kovu snorted, though most of the wind had been let out of his sails at Nala's surprise disappearance and he didn't sound nearly as upset as he'd been a moment before, "Heh... Maybe she got annoyed and left after you called her friends and family over at Pride Rock stupid..." The lion took another look around, just to make sure she hadn't moved off a short distance to let the two of them finish their little argument. It seemed like she really had left them, though... "That's kind of weird," Kovu admitted. "I would have at least expected her to put in her own opinion before running off, even if we ~were~ irritating her..."

The dark-furred lion shook his head, "Maybe she just decided to go off and get something to eat without us..." He looked over at Timon, wondering where he and Nala had been intending to find food. So far, Kovu hadn't seen anything that would pass for food, and he was getting pretty hungry. He almost didn't want to ask the meerkat anything, after their fight, but it might save time, at least. "I... don't suppose you actually know where you can get a meal around here?"

"Whatever." the man replied, though remain at least a little curious as to why the lioness left. "Those royals got enough animals kissing' their paws."

Also taking a second glance around their surroundings, Timon stubbornly folded his arms over his chest. Now he was stuck with this lunatic. Though, he could easily leave at any minute seeing how there was nothing to hold him back. His eyes lazily traveled down at Kovu as he spoke, almost dreading to have to place an effort into looking at the lion. An angry growl was given from his stomach at the mention of food.

"Maybe I do, but that doesn't mean I'm telling you...not unless you beg anyway."

Kovu gave Timon a toothy grin, "I would have thought you'd want to tell me, just to get me interested in a food source besides yourself... Guess you've got more guts than I originally gave you credit for..."

The lion wondered if Timon even had an idea where to get something to eat or if he was just being petulant and refusing to admit he didn't know just to make Kovu think he did. At the thought that it might be the latter, Kovu couldn't resist teasing the meerkat a little. His grin grew a little wider, "I ~like~ guts..."

"If you were going to eat me, you would have already done it." he said bravely. There was hidden doubt though, and plenty on that note. "...and I really don't taste that great anyway." Timon gave a soft, nervous chuckle at the lions mischievous grin. "I mean, we're friends; Timon and Kovu, what a pair!"

"I was just kidding back there, uh, yeah. I remember you and all that other stuff you said. We go WAY back." Unfortunately Timon was never a very good liar, at this point he wasn't even convincing himself with his story but gave the lion the biggest smile he could pull while giving him a small, playful punch in the arm.

Kovu chuckled, even though he was completely sure Timon was just saying that so he wouldn't get mad and make good on his threats. "That's right," he said gamely. "Why would I eat my good buddy Timon? I'd hate myself for it later!" The lion returned the light punch as best as he could with a paw, though Timon's newfound height forced him to land his goodnatured blow on the man's leg instead of his arm.

Okay, so they were fake friends now... But at least it was better than another argument.

"Seriously, though..." Kovu said, deciding he'd give the meerkat a break, "You don't have to pretend you remember me... If you were still living with Simba and Pumbaa in the jungle when you got taken here, you really wouldn't... There's something about this place... It should be impossible, but I guess it's not. It's like... None of the stuff I remember has happened for you yet... Like we didn't just get taken from the places we were, but from the actual times we were living in, too..."

The lion sighed, expecting that Timon would probably just continue to think he was crazy. "You don't have to believe me, because I know it sounds nuts... I just don't have a better explanation for it... But I'll tell you what... You may not remember me, but I do remember you, and I would count you as a friend... My mother taught me nothing but violence and revenge for most of my life, but you helped me learn how to have fun and actually ~enjoy~ life. You won't remember any of it... But I do, and it meant a lot to me... So... If nothing else, can we at least have a truce or something? Please?"

Watching Kovu's actions carefully he gave a small frown as his paw came in contact with his fleshy, pink leg. "Hey, watch it with them claws of yours!" he scolded half joking.

It was when the lion broke from his act that Timon broke from his, nodding along to what was being said as he listened in with surprisingly great interest. What his comrade was saying sounded at least a little sensible well at the time an extremely far fetched idea. At least he was being honest...not that he wasn't before, it was just that he wasn't listening the first time.

Smacking his lips together, he rubbed his chin in thought seeing as it was now he was being waited upon for a response. Making things sounds sensible though was proving difficult. He'd have to start from where Kovu had.

"Well," Timon began, stretching out the word to buy himself more time. "I am 'still' living with Simba and Pumbaa in the jungle...or just Pumbaa right now since Simba's gone missing. But I guess I get what your saying, -even if I do still think you've completely lost your mind- it's kind of like one of those ghost like things where you can go back or forward in time, right?"

"I'm not exactly in the best position to be talking about sanity either, encase you hadn't noticed I'M NAKED!" He pulled down on his meerkat ears, stretching them out slightly while calming himself down. A deep breath was taken, and a pearly smile was given as he released his ears. "So we're both crazy with impossible stories."

Allowing his expression to drop he gave Kovu a rather sympathetic look. "Gezz though, and I thought I had a tough childhood. What the heck am I doing hanging around a killer like you, aside from teaching you to have fun anyway? Of course I am an expert in such fields and am not all that surprised that I could fix you. I'll tell you what, you sound like a nice guy so I'll give into this truce of yours. We both got it off on the wrong paw and are stuck in the same boat...kind of."

With that said, Timon gave the far future king a pat on the shoulder to help express his acceptance of the lion. He kind of reminded him of Simba too, not because he was the same species, nor around the same age, simply how
they both had a sort of little spunk to them. He grinned at his new acquaintance.

"...so, what's in store for me in the future?" he asked, expecting big results. "Am I famous?"

Kovu grinned at the question, "Yeah, you bet. I told you Simba's king of the Pridelands, and you and Pumbaa are his two best friends, so that pretty much makes you well-known by default. You've stuck with him through thick and thin... helped him avenge his father's murder... drove off hyena invaders from the Pridelands..." The lion paused and then chuckled. "Babysat..."

He smirked, "Of course, you had prior experience with Simba, so at least you're good at that already."

"Cub-sitting?" he repeated excitedly. This would allow him the chance of raising a little Simba all over again, something he missed dearly. "Oh I can't wait for that. The little guy must be a natural bug burper and everything thanks to my expertise. What's his name?-No, no! Wait, don't tell me: Timon Junior, named after yours truly. Or no, maybe Simba Junior...hmmmm."

Timon's fantasy as to what was to happen in the future was indeed off, but at least it was keeping him happy for the time being. "How rich am I? What's my mate like? How many kids do I have? -oh, are any of them named after me?"

Kovu laughed and shook his head, "Actually ~her~ name is Kiara, and she's Simba's daughter. Just a little bit younger than me, actually." The lion sighed happily at the thought of his beloved. "She's so pretty, and fun to be around... I wish she was here..."

Suddenly realizing that he was drifting off into a fantasy, Kovu shook his head, "Ah... But... I dunno about your own family, actually... Because of that whole vendetta thing going on with my mother, I didn't really have much contact with you or the other Pridelanders until recently... I don't ~think~ you have a mate, but... I dunno. Maybe there's someone you're interested in that I haven't met yet. Either way, you seemed pretty happy with your life at the time."

"HER?!" absolutely stunned, Timon grew pale looking as if he were to collapse. Actually, he almost did before regaining balance. "But he has another cub after that's a boy, right? -not that there's anything wrong with a boy, it's just that I..." His voice faded at the look upon Kovu's face. "Oh, I get it. Your like my son in law, well why didn't you say you were family in the first place?"

Shaking his head he continued to grin wildly at the lion. "As long as I'm healthy, handsome and happy I'm good. So, how 'bout we get some grub? Using my highly trained survival skills I just so happen to find out where we can get some!"

Kovu grinned, "Well, I'm not family yet... Though, I hope to be someday... If we ever get back, anyway. And, well..." his expression darkened and he shook his head. He'd have to get Simba to talk to him again, and convince him that he really wasn't involved in that attack. "Sorry, never mind... It's just... That whole mess with my mother and all... It kinda screwed up a lot of things..."

The lion managed another smile, though this one was more forced. "Yeah... Let's just go get something to eat. I'm starving..." He wasn't about to forget the issues weighing on his mind, but at the moment food had to come first. He couldn't do anything about the rest of his troubles if he was dying of hunger. "So... what's your plan to find us something?"

"Hakuna Matata, Kovu. That's in the past...or future. Gezz, this is really confusing." He scratched his head, then stopped to look at his fingers, wiggling in front of his face. They were still rather new to him and very interesting to look at. After a moment of silence, Timon snapped back to life. "Right! So all we gotta do is find one of these pictures..."

Walking back to where he'd last been standing with Nala, he showed the lion the drawing he had drawn upon the ground. "We find one of these, and we find food. Pretty cleaver, hu?"

"Uh... I guess so?" Kovu stared at the pictures, trying to make sense of them. He didn't remember seeing anything like them anywhere he'd been yet... But maybe Timon was onto something. He'd obviously found some sort of marker to indicate where food was, but Kovu had been walking around for a while the night before, and he knew the city was a pretty big place... It could take a while to find something. "I haven't seen anything like these since I've been here... But I suppose it's worth a try... Let's go see if we can find somewhere with one of those pictures..."

[ooc: so are we closing up here and moving on to somewhere else, then?]

Timon clapped his hands together excitedly. "That's what I like to hear,"

Indeed, he had the correct idea in mind by following the drawing. But in the end this food supplier would turn out to be nothing as the meerkat had imagined. After all, humans ate much differently than animals.

"I hope they have termites," he said to Kovu, fixing the white trench coat in which was partly clothing his exposed figure. "I'm so hungry I could eat a whole colony!"

[ooc: Oui, oui. If that's alright with you of course. I'm interested to see what the two make of fine dinning ;) Would you like me to make the next thread or would you prefer to do so yourself? Oh, and before I forget, we may need an NPC *begins search*]

"Oh no... Not termites..." Kovu said, shaking his head at the irony as the two of them set off to find some lunch. "The outlanders have been living in these giant termite mounds for years... I'm so sick of the things being everywhere ~all~ the time. Wish you could have eaten that colony for us! At least if we ever get back, I'll know what to do about them... You, my friend, will have a feast!"

[OOC: Sure, go ahead and start a new one... They can crash some restaurant or something! Wherever you'd like to send them. I'll just mark this one complete for us... ^_^]

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