paixaorpg | Where's the major dodo when you need him... [Completed]

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Where's the major dodo when you need him... [Completed]

Character(s): Kiara and Duma, anyone to come across them
Content: A lost lioness just looking for her ~~boyfriend~~ rather close friend and trying to avoid the hairless, tailless monkeys. One with wings and who speaks in silence is the exception.
Setting: Nifelheim, and its inner area nearby the outer area of Promenade Terrace. Advancing into the center of the city.
Time: Morning-afternoon, Wednesday, week2
Warnings: None (yet)

If only Zazu was around, then she could very well get through this place a lot easier. She had made her way through the line, ignoring the humans completely. They seemed to either not see her, or decide they didn't want to provoke a lion into getting angry with them. She had reached the beginning of the line at the silvery-iced gates with little to no difficulty, just a bit of timidness and slow pace on her half. Kiara still had no idea where she was, even after sitting out in the grass and observing the people for long periods of time until she had decided to get up after sleeping only a little.

"Name," came from above her, just as she was about to pass through, and she jumped with a quiet squeak. Peeking up at the person there, she flattened her ears back in a sort of submissive manner. "Wh-what?" she was just confused, before the person saw what she was. "Another one," he mumbled, before turning and rummaging through his pile. Pulling out a soft-pink rock with a black vine attached to it, he leaned over and put it around her neck. "Name?" he asked, seeming patient as he waited to write down her name.

"Kiara..." she said puzzledly, staring at the weird rock around her neck now. "It's a journal," he explained, sounding bored. This was the millionth--he was exagerating, of course--lion he saw this damned week or so. "You talk into the microphone... no, that thing..." Kiara had nosed it open at her paws, and was examining it in line much to others' dismay. "The black thing, cat." She looked insulted, but nodded that she understood. "And it puts it in there... have fun. Welcome to Paixao, blahblah... name?" he turned to the next person after explaining things to Kiara, and the lioness had to glare a little at him.

She got no response to it.

Pouting a bit, she closed the journal with her nose and carried it with her into the city, head lowered and ears up so she could listen to her surroundings. There were more of the furless baboons in here, and she wasn't sure what was going on... they all looked the same, minus the few exceptions... It was kind of weird. So she headed deeper in, sticking close to fake foliage despite her comfort there also being limited. This place was just weird...

But the thing that gave her the joo-nal had seen more lions other than her, so her hopes were up. Maybe someone she knew--Kovu? she hoped--would be here... so she just sniffed and listened, eyes trained for whatever might help her.

_{[Although this thread is completed, it is in need of brief summary between it and the next. That'll... uh. Come later.]}

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Duma has been hovering on top of the gate in hopes of slipping back without the gatekeeper knowing, but the effort seems to be futile. A lion. In the midst of the blonde-blue-eyed citizens who remind him too much of his own kind, there is a lion. From its stance, Duma can tell that it is anxious, perhaps of the humans. He finds it strange how one fears the other, not aware that the both of them fear each other.

The lion cannot hurt him, however, and with that thought he lowers himself to the ground. Wincing as the soles of his feet touch the ground. He wonders when he will ever get used to walking upon the soiled ground. Duma lands right in front of the lion and looks at it, her, gently but with curiosity. He hopes that she is not hungry.

Kiara was just walking along, minding her own business... or trying to, at least... before she nearly ran into Duma. Nearly squeaking once more, she stumbles backwards on her paws and flattens her once up-right ears, shrinking a bit more than she was originally. Her mouth was wide opened, though in shock, and she considered running. However, an animal's natural sense of danger didn't seem to spark very much when she actually looked up to the fallen angel. She felt no violence, though was still wary. Uncurling a little, she didn't quite raise her head up too much...

Though had to when you looked at something bigger than you. She wasn't quite sure why, but she was curious of this ... person. She didn't quite know they were called humans just yet, and still figured they were distant relatives of Rafiki. "...?" after a bit of time, the princess of Pride Rock seems to note the curiousity, giving him a quizical look.

Perhaps the lioness cannot speak. It would be a pity if that is so, Duma would have been able to understand her even if she speaks no human language. And as for the angel itself, he does not necessarily find communicating his thoughts to be the utmost importance. He had gotten by with silence for the past... billion years, and he will not break his vow now.

Realizing that him standing upright is hardly polite when he is addressing someone on four limbs, Duma kneels on one knee and maintains his gaze upon the lioness. It would be much harder to escape if she decides to attack him now, but he trusts that she wouldn't.

"..." taking a partial step back when Duma kneels, Kiara seems to be looking him over after she senses that there is no real danger here yet. Thinking whether or not he may be able to understand her, she inclines her head to the left and peers at him with her brown eyes for a moment longer before she plops onto her haunches.

No, Duma doesn't seem like he is going to hurt her, so she won't run around. Though, her eyes do linger curiously on the appendages she had not seen previously that are attached to him. She seems on the verge of saying something--'those're really big'--before she smiles a little. "...hi?"

Best greeting ever, Kiara. Much better than her original thoughts, but...

Duma lets himself smile at the young lioness, noticing that her eyes seem to be caught on her wings. Of course, she has never seen anyone like him, and unlike humans who have overactive imagination, she would not know that he is an angel.

It seems that she is no mere lioness, however, a royalty at the very least. Duma gives her a nod in reply to her greeting. It might not be the best one she plucked out of her thoughts, but Duma could hear even those she had not said anyway.

Explaining to her about his wings would be nice, but the concept of angels is rather complicated even when explained with words. Duma opts for silence.

Kiara seems to understand what is going on, but not on a higher level of conciousness. Though she doesn't know what Duma is, she doesn't catagorize them with the humans she has been assuming to be baboons with funny leaves on them and no fur, except on their heads. He is different, and she understands that without really thinking too much on it.

"..." deciding finally to be the child her parents brought her up to be, she dips her head curtly before bringing it up with a cheerful, if not a still somewhat confused, smile. "That was rude. My name's Kiara."

Rude? Yes, well, silence can be considered by most people, he supposes. However, silence from a mute should be pardoned, he figures, even though he is not exactly mute. 'Kiara is a beautiful name,' Duma wants to say, or maybe he can smile slyly and say, 'A perfect name for a princess," winking at her for knowing her status. Yet Duma made a vow for silence a few billion years ago, he will not break it now, even when he has been exiled. There is still hope for redemption.

Duma nods and smiles wider instead. He hopes she would not be offended by his muteness. Bringing his hands over his chest, he looks right into her eyes. Duma, he tells her without a voice, I am Duma, angel of silence.

The lion knew well of silence, and found no rudeness in it. Her thoughts and previous greeting of a simple and stupid 'hi' was covered in the rude department. When the angel smiles wider, Kiara seems content with this, flopping her tufted tail back and forth. "It's nice to meet you," she chirps somewhat, as though understanding everything. Animals had a higher level of understanding, somehow, than humans did. Her rusty brown eyes understand, and it follows into her mind.

"Have you seen any other lions around here, Duma?" The first good question she has to ask. She was hunting for any of her friends, primarily Kovu... and wanted to know if this person with wings had seen any... he could've been flying around and seeing them... If not, she felt safe here with him anyways... He didn't look like he'd decide to randomly attack her, so perhaps she'd make a friend.

Still smiling, Duma nods at Kiara's pleasant greeting as she seems to be more relaxed around him than before. Looking rather interestedly at her flopping tail, Duma quickly turns his attention to her face in fear of appearing impolite for staring at her tail. She is royalty, if such can be said for animal social structure, he must show her the respect she deserves.

He does not think he has seen any other lion before her in this strange world named Paixao. And yet... he did remember seeing a lion on the network once. Flipping open his perfectly-white journal, he tries to find the entry as quickly as possible so she would not think that he had decided to ignore her question.

Finding the entry (http://fuzzymaraca.livejournal.com/) much sooner than expected, Duma's lips upturn into a smile again while he shows his journal to Kiara. He hopes that it is what she is looking for as Duma realizes how he has been very unhelpful to the people who came to him. It is nice to feel as if you have helped, after all.

Still Kiara's tail flips back and forth, though slower than before, as though a calm and steady wag on a dog. If she finds Duma rude, it is not on her mind. She finds him one of the far-better two-legged creatures in the strange world of Paixao. And one of the more pleasant things anywhere in the domed world.

When he takes out his journal, Kiara watches with curiousity, tilting her head upwards to try and peek over the top of it as he seems to be looking for something. These joo-nals were a rather curious thing, really. They could record her voice, and now they could apparently do more.

Seeing the smile, the lioness shifts a little on her haunches as though excited, though keeps herself calm with her light smile across her face. However, when she sees the strange and poorly drawn fluffball, her ears shoot up to the highest point of her head and she restrains a sort of squeal that may come out. "Kovu! Thank you, Duma!" She fully stood, and seemed to be restraining the urge to pounce the angel.

Duma lets his smile widen as the lioness squealed in delight. While he is not exactly fond of noise in whatever form, it is certainly better when it is of joy. He is so sick of the screams of anguish he hears in hell every single moment.

Standing up to his full height, Duma points to the center of the city away from the gate. This Kovu seems to be someone familiar to Kiara, and finding a lion in this city full of blonde blue-eyed people should not be hard. They might never find him if they were to stay here forever, however, so they should start searching now.

Shifting around on her four paws a moment, Kiara seems considerate of this direction the angel points in. Tilting her head to the side, the lion then bobs it a little. "That way?" she questions, though it's obvious and more of a question to herself, before smiling wider. Those teeth could look pleasant if shown in a pleasant manner.

"All right then. Shall we go?" the prinecss of the Pride Lands, which are no where near Paixao so it honestly didn't matter, seemed to understand that Duma was helping, and decided... for what it was worth, if he ever needed anything, Kiara would be there to help. Though it probably wasn't much; she was a lion in a world full of two-legged creatures who could very well be more reliable than she.

Well, Duma is not exactly sure that this Kovu would be in the direction he pointed at, but he might be. If you always find things in the last place you look for, then it doesn't matter where you start because you will always find it in the last place you look for, right? Duma knows it is wrong, but he figures that 'that way' is as good as any other way, and so he gives her a nod.

In reply to her suggestion, Duma starts walking 'that way' while gesturing for her to follow. It will perhaps be a very long time still before he gets used to feeling the horribly rough ground below the soles of his feet, but he is trying his best not to grimace at every step he takes. He wonders if he will be allowed to walk just a breath above the ground again once he is welcomed back to the Silver City. He wonders if he will ever be allowed back in the Silver City. He wonders if the soles of his feet will ever heal.

Kiara seems to be a thinker of trying to find things in the first place you look, or else she's just impatient of looking and getting severely tired already of being lost in a world she does not understand in the slightest. Duma, however, is a ray of light in the crazy darkness of fake plants and weird clones. So, she follows him without question, journal quietly patting off her chest as she walks.

She soon notices what grimaces do make their way past Duma's features, and frowns a little with her ears drooping. For a couple of minutes, she doesn't say anything, as if trying to figure out what it might be that's causing the problem... before figuring it out with the timing of the grimaces. "Duma? If your feet are hurt, I could carry you?" she is smaller, but that's only in full-height. And contrary to what her father and many others believed, Kiara was stronger than she looked. The whole lion thing helped.

Come to think of it, Duma does not exactly need to walk. If he wants to, he can fly and still take Kiara with him. He can float just a breath from the ground if he wants to, really, even though it would require a little effort. Duma can also speak if he wants to. He is no longer the Angel of Silence and speaking would not break any vow, really. Another angel have most probably taken his post back in Silver City. Duma now belongs to Hell.

And yet, Duma will walk, the way he should now that he is exiled. Duma will not speak, and he will still keep silent. He is not sure he has a good enough reason for it, but he knows that he still longing for redemption, even though innocence once lost can never be regained. Slowly, Duma shakes his head at Kiara's suggestion. An admirable princess, he muses, unlike most people with power. Duma gives Kiara a smile and tries to grimace less.

Kiara would probably not understand this if Duma ever shared it with her... though she would likely say that he would be taken back if he ever got the chance. It is the simplicity of a somewhat sheltered and loving being's existance, doubled with the simplicity of an animal's mind.

Giving a nod to the shake of his head and smile, and the princess simply walks alongside him, looking like some tamed creature compaired to what she actually was. If he had his reasons, she would not argue with him. She merely smiles a bit to him while walking, ears and eyes alert now, nose notably twitching every once in a while.

Duma is glad that Kiara asked no more questions, and that she did not try to force him to accept the favor. It made things simpler, after all. Less words are used that way, less silence sacrificed. Duma manages a smile amidst the pain. Out of all the people and lions he has met over his existence, Kiara is among those he likes best. Duma thinks he likes Kiara better than Remiel; he talks too much.

Noticing a restaurant in front of them, Duma is suddenly reminded that his newfound company is capable of hunger unlike him. Stopping in his tracks, Duma looks at Kiara and then to a certain Paixaoan. Perhaps Kiara is hungry?

Kiara finds that with less questions come less headaches, due to the fact she may not understand things Duma would explain anyways. She has much to learn of the human world, and perhaps would like to skip anything of Duma's world. It would quite possibly be more confusing than the humans.

When he stops, the lioness peeks up towards him and flicks her ears curiously, before looking towards the restraunt curiously. She sniffs, before flicking her ears again. Food? Interesting smelling, though it causes no rumbles yet. She shakes her head lightly, and smiles up towards the angel of silence. She will stay quiet unless she has to, she has decided.

Duma smiles back to the lioness and continues walking. Kiara is a pleasant enough company, compared to the creature that tried to eat her, Lucifer and a certain nightmare he is not very fond of. He is also glad that she keeps quiet instead of trying to speak louder to him.

It is strange how people often raises the volume of his voice when they speak to him, even though he can hear them perfectly whether or not he can speak. In fact, he rather thinks that you listen better when you are not speaking.

It is well learned in Kiara's past--or well, Simba liked to of thought--that listening was far better than speaking. For a long time, Kiara never understood it. Until she got older, and she understood it most for some reason when meeting the angel of silence. He did not speak to convey what he was thinking, and he never needed to, she supposed.

He also didn't look at her weirdly when he saw her, more with just simple curiousity. Nor did he want to hurt her, which she feared might've happened with the weird monkeys. They didn't look friendly to her, at least... most of them. So she simply trotted along after the angel, tail flicking contentedly. One did not need to speak to enjoy another's company, either.

Duma is usually not one to be ignorant of things, but it seems that his homesickness brought upon by the blonde and blue-eyed citizens of Paixao diverted his attention from the fake plants around the area. Suddenly noticing it, Duma kneels down and picks one leaf of grass, twirling it around in his hand curiously. It is not alive, but it is still beautiful.

He reaches out for a tiny crystal flower tinted with red, admiring it for a moment before turning to Kiara with a smile. He bends the stalk a little, placing it just above her left ear. Standing up, he smiles down at the lioness. The flower looks beautiful on her, but he thinks that she needs a crown. She is a princess, after all.

Observing Duma curiously and ever quietly, Kiara's ears flick a little in a customary manner of curiousity. As he plucks the fake grass from the earth, her head does the 'curious animal tilt' and her brown eyes follow it as he brings it to a twirl. Kiara did think most of the fake plants were pretty, but she doubted she'd be approaching any of them anytime soon to do anything but admire the shinier ones. Honestly... they look like they'd hurt to lay on.

However, when he places the crystal flower behind her ear, Kiara tilts her head a bit more as though it'll help, keeping her ear still. It doesn't really help her to see it, but she'd seen it before he placed it there, so she wasn't too bothered by it. Eyes going back to Duma, they close and she smiles up at him, tail flicking back and forth. She did so enjoy Duma, he wasn't like those weird monkeys. So, she thus gave him his own catagory of creature, as though calling him one of those weird, hairless monkeys was an insult. Really it was, in a way.

Duma smiles a little at Kiara, glad that she does not seem as anxious or exasperated as others usually are when talking to him. The flower really does look beautiful on her. Duma was just going to get some more flowers to make her a circular crown when the voice of a man interrupted him.

Turning to the man, Duma nods, giving him a brief smile and flicking his wings a little in greeting. The man seems a little scared and worried about something, but Duma knows that he is a good man; Duma likes him already. Noticing Kiara beside him, Duma realizes that the man is probably scared of the lioness even though she actually would not try to hurt even a single hair from either of them.

Smiling fondly at the man, Duma kneels to Kiara's height and strokes the side of Kiara's face, sparing a glance to Seiichirou to show him that she is not dangerous. It is only misunderstanding that makes animals dangerous to humans, and vice versa, of course.

The princess of a lioness really seemed calm about Duma, much better than she would've been around any other human-like creature. They made her nervous and confused with their differentness, but Duma was directly kind to Kiara, so she was quite content with figuring out how to communicate with him in his fashion rather than her own, if she could.

She turns her head when she hears the new man, and seems a little skittish for a moment, before deciding... if she were in her home, she would have to play ambassador of some form with her parents. Besides, the angel wouldn't let anything happen to her. So she shifts around to face the new man easier, tilting her head into the sudden stroke to the side of her face... and decides that if anyone did it again, she would've liked it.

"Hello there, sir... can we help you?" she asks in a light voice, keeping her head tilted in that curious animal way(™). Kiara doesn't wish to scare the man, as he seems to be acting in a similar manner she had when she fist arrived in the land of Paixao... She could relate quite well.

Duma gives the man a slightly amused smile as he suddenly gawked at the two of them after hearing Kiara speak. He did not expect Seiichirou to be able to understand Kiara like Duma could, but perhaps there is something about this place that allows everyone in it to understand every other person regardless of language.

He crosses his arms in front of his chest, not as a gesture of superiority but to signal that he will patiently wait while the two of them converse. Duma does not really mind the sound of people amiably chatting; he finds it quite pleasant.

His amused smile grows a little wider as he realizes how strangely ironic it is that Kiara is the one able to speak to Seiichirou whereas Duma who appears more humanoid cannot. Then again, Duma can speak, and he probably is allowed to, now that he has been exiled. He saves that thought for later, as it always brings painful feelings which are not suitable for first meetings.

Kiara giggles a little at the man, tilting her head at him before flicking her tail back and forth sweetly. "Yeah," she begins her response, closing her eyes and smiling. Still those teeth so sharp look pleasant when used in a pleasant manner. "I did!" she said pleasantly, falling back to sit down on her haunches and sitting her paws together in front of her, flicking her ears slightly. She didn't think much of them being able to understand her, but then again...

She wasn't of a world that ever had humans in it, where all animals communicated together. "I'm Kiara! This is Duma," she lifted a paw towards the angel, before setting it down again and opening her rusty-brown eyes to look at Seichiro once more with that smile still there. "What can we help you with? You started to say something," she says sweetly, ears perking up but somehow never disturbing the crystalline flower that sat on her head.

In Duma's opinion, Seiichirou is truly amusing. He understands the reason why the man is so confused, of course. Humans have been making up so many stories that they have started to lose track of which stories are real and which are not. Nowadays, they seem to believe the false ones to be true and the true ones to be utter folly.

He nods in agreement to Kiara's offer for help. The man is a good one, Duma will be willing to help him with anything he could. Despite his lack of speech, Duma can actually do quite useful things if people would just ask.

Duma leaves it to Kiara to convince the man that he is not dreaming. It might be good to tell him that dreams are actually real too, but Duma figures that it is not necessary; it would just make the poor man even more confused.

Giggling up at him, Kiara closes her eyes and purrs as he delivers the pat to her head, tilting it up into it as to affirm that she wasn't going to suddenly attack him. Opening her eyes once more, she peeked up at the man and smiled still. "I don't think this is a dream... I think it'd be weirder if it was," she said thoughtfully, tilting her head and keeping her smile there.

She knows that she is not in a dream; if she was, she was pretty certain that she would've woken up by now... Besides, falling asleep was definitely not one of her plans when she wanted to go look for Kovu. "Even if it's a dream... It's nice to meet you, sir!" she said happily to him, tilting her head to the side and curiously observing the two of them. Humans, huh? Hm.

Finding people is something that Duma finds quite easy, except if they might not be in the same world as he is and that he finds he cannot get out. Unfortunately, that just might be the case here. Even so, there is no loss in trying, Duma does not have anything he urgently needs to do after all. He needs to get back, he knows, but Remiel did say he can handle Hell all by himself. Duma realizes that he never actually did anything anyway.

Duma nods and gives Seiichirou a sad smile. The man must love his wife and daughter very much. It must be hard to know that he needs to be away from them so that they would be safe. Duma knows who Seiichirou is, and what he was fated to do. He finds it rather sad that the man's story has already been written for him. Then again, maybe not. Duma wonders why the man is here and not in Tokyo where he should be. You should not be here, his words reach Seiichirou's mind without needing a voice to carry them.

Kiara again purrs up at the man when he pats her, seeming to enjoy the gesture rather well. She never got it back home, where one couldn't actually pat your head. It was a human thing, really. When he said something about his wife and daughter, the lioness tilts her head a moment before returning her smile to her face from her previous curious expression. She thinks a moment, before giving a nod.

"Do you have anything that smells like them with you? I'm not very good at tracking, but I can see if I can smell them out if you'd like," she offers, just as she had offered to carry Duma on her back. She is a selfless creature, and frowns a little at the thought of Seiichirou being seperated from those he cares about. Kiara too is seperated from her loved one's, but there was a chance two of them were in Paixao...

Duma smiles sincerely at Seiichirou when the man shows them the gift he meant to give to his wife, although there is a tinge of sadness in his eyes as well. The angel knows that the man loves his wife very much, and it makes him sad that he has been separated from his beloved family. Finding someone so earnestly loyal is so rare these days.

And yet, Seiichirou seems to have not heard Duma's statement, which was meant more as a question. It is even rarer to see someone with such power be content with the ordinary life of a common happy family. You should not be here, he repeats with no sign of irritation, but I am glad to have met you nonetheless.

Kiara tilts her head to examine the odd fold of leaves, before rising to her paws fully and sniffing at the scent of the perfume on Aoki's finger. She sneezes at first, cutely like a kitten does, before sniffing at it a little again. She nods, smiling once more, and sniffs at the air for a moment.

"They're not nearby, but I suppose you'd know that..." she turns somewhat to look off to the side, ears flicking for a moment and she takes a few steps away. She sniffs around again, testing at the artificial air. "I am too," she says happily, seeming to of caught on quickly to Duma's method of communication. It's amusing how quickly she did, too.

Shaking his head slowly in reply to Seiichirou's question, Duma gives him a sad smile for disappointing the man. He has not found a way out yet either, it makes him feel like a failure, which might actually not be that far from the truth.

And yet, Duma is reminded of how Lucifer is also here and unable to leave. Perhaps he is not that much of a failure. After all, even the First of the Fallen is also stuck in this place, so whoever brought all these people here must truly be someone with magnificent power or wit. Duma secretly hopes that it is the former; fools with too much power are easier to handle than someone with enough wit to control such fools.

"Thank you," she peeks back at the man for the bless you, giving a pleasant look before turning and sniffing again. "I was looking for my friend Kovu, and I ended up walking here instead. But Duma showed me that he's here, so everything's okay!" Kiara explained to Seiichirou's question, smiling even though they couldn't see her with her back turned to them. She continued sniffing around a bit, turning her head this way and that to test at the air.

His wife wasn't here, at least... in this area. Kiara would remember this smell, though! If she could help Seiichirou, then she would. He was a very nice man. "Oh, speaking of Kovu..." she shifts a little, falling to sit on her haunches and let the journal slide off her neck. Figuring how to open it again, she fiddles around with it so she can find the entry that Duma had showed her belonging to her friend. She decided she'd test out the microphone again, making a quick response to the entry before flicking her tail happily. "Oh, perhaps we can find your wife and daughter on these, too!" she suddenly realizes during her exchange of comments with Kovu.

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