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paixaorpg2007-05-09 07:55 pm
warthogrhapsody.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2007-05-09 07:55 pm
So, What Happened? [Complete]
Characters: Timon & Pumbaa and Etna (and then going to find Ivan?)
Content: Timon and Pumbaa, frightened from Kovu vanishing and explosions from outside, go to escape, but discover the destruction outside.
Setting: Havasu Medical Center
Time: Late Evening/Night?
Warnings: None right now.
The great race to freedom from the scary medical center was slowed down as Pumbaa and Timon, the later of the two being perched on the first's head, reached the main lobby. It was a mess. Humans running about everywhere in panic and shattered glass of the doorway lay spewn across the floor.
Dodging around humans Pumbaa skillfully managed to make it outside, but that seemed to be where the explosions they'd heard had taken place.
The ground was scorched and cobblestones torn from the ground in two places, in a circular pattern. The first of the circles of damage was close to the door and smaller than a much larger one further out that seemed to have created even greater destruction. The only other clues to what had happened here was a large sword wedged into the ground, an abandoned journal and a smear of blood on the stones.
The warthog slowed to a stop, his mouth agape at the damage. He'd never seen anything quite like it. The fire at Pride Rock had been the most destructive thing he'd ever seen, but even that hadn't caused the ground to look like that.
"W-what do you think happened, Timon?" the warthog questioned his meerkat buddy as he pulled his eyes from the scene to look upwards at his buddy.
Content: Timon and Pumbaa, frightened from Kovu vanishing and explosions from outside, go to escape, but discover the destruction outside.
Setting: Havasu Medical Center
Time: Late Evening/Night?
Warnings: None right now.
The great race to freedom from the scary medical center was slowed down as Pumbaa and Timon, the later of the two being perched on the first's head, reached the main lobby. It was a mess. Humans running about everywhere in panic and shattered glass of the doorway lay spewn across the floor.
Dodging around humans Pumbaa skillfully managed to make it outside, but that seemed to be where the explosions they'd heard had taken place.
The ground was scorched and cobblestones torn from the ground in two places, in a circular pattern. The first of the circles of damage was close to the door and smaller than a much larger one further out that seemed to have created even greater destruction. The only other clues to what had happened here was a large sword wedged into the ground, an abandoned journal and a smear of blood on the stones.
The warthog slowed to a stop, his mouth agape at the damage. He'd never seen anything quite like it. The fire at Pride Rock had been the most destructive thing he'd ever seen, but even that hadn't caused the ground to look like that.
"W-what do you think happened, Timon?" the warthog questioned his meerkat buddy as he pulled his eyes from the scene to look upwards at his buddy.
no subject
Etna shifted her arms behind her head in thought and walked towards the two while she talked, "Ivan, huh? Well if he knows at least what direction they went, We'll be on the right track."
She looked and the duo and noted that they were pretty short and scrawny for monsters, she'd feel a lot safer if she had someone with her who could at least fight half-competently. Etna took stepped once again and unwittingly nudged something, sending it clicking a few inches across the cobblestone ground.
"Huh? What's this?" Etna knelt and picked up a small knife. It was coated with dry blood, but there was something else that ran up the blade deeper, something thick and slower to dry then blood...
"poison." ,Etna claimed definitively, sounding more then familiar with the topic.
Now it all made sense, this wasn't a powerhouse, like Laharl, she was dealing with, it was someone like herself, devious and methodical. Etna gripped the hilt of the kunai and laced it through a belt on her hip.
She looked up and gave a sadistic grin. "Let's find this Ivan."