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http://cowardly-hero.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cowardly-hero.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-07-08 09:11 pm

Something To Be Gained [Completed]

Characters: Timon, Pumbaa, Toph Bei Fong and Kir
Time: Late Afternoon
Setting: Ersesat Manor [L4]
Summary: The two hungry animals meet with Toph and Kir for an exchange of information.
Warnings: None

Timon had never been the early 'kat to catch the worm. Fortunately for him, such cuisine was easy to find back in the jungle. Here, however, proved otherwise. The lack of insects was beginning to get to him, among other things. As beautiful and luxurious Paixao was to most, it would never be anything compared to the oasis he had once inhabited.

A large yawn escaped the meerkat as he lay across the snout of his friend, Pumbaa. His gaze remain fixed on the passing painted clouds above. There was a lot on his mind, but none as bothersome as the question why they had gotten up so early. He had always preferred to sleep in till the late hours of the afternoon opposed to waking up at the strike of dawn, even as a pup. But upon complaining about it, he quickly learned that he had in fact slept passed noon. Not only that, he'd been sleeping past noon for the past three days.

Groaning, Timon threw the conversation elsewhere in an attempt to cover his lack of awareness. "Ugh, Pumbaa..." he began, looking into at least one eye of his warthog companion. "It itches. How can you wear this thing?"

The red head tugged at the bright red collar he had exchanged for his old journal at the hospital. It was easier to carry then his last, true. But it irritated him far more, even if it was rather loose around his thin neck.

"Good thing it ain't as tight as yours, other wise it might slow down lunch." Timon continued, a smirk inching its way across his lips. "With that thing on, you'll still be on your second helping when I finish my sixth. Ah, ha-! ...hu?"

Looking up at the large building before them, he sat up in confusion. This couldn't be the right place, could it? Ersesat Manor did not look A THING like the other restaurants. Unless, they'd gone to the wrong building. -not with his superior mapping skills though. No, this must had been from... From a lack of taking proper instruction.

"Pumbaa, this doesn't even look close to the cafe! Weren't you listening to my directions?"

[identity profile] warthogrhapsody.livejournal.com 2007-09-08 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Feeling a bit tired too from their long string of cries, he settled down, looking worriedly to Timon. "Where would we look?" he asked, wondering where one would even begin to search for people who vanish into thin air? He had no idea at all the answer to that. Maybe Timon would though.

Timon's words did settle the warthog down and reassured him. "Y-yeah, that's right! I.. I promise I'll try VERY hard not to disapear!" Pumbaa promised. It was a promise that would be hard to keep truthfully, but he made it none-the-less.