paixaorpg | hoshi- It's a lion, get in the domes. (Open, Active)

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hoshi- It's a lion, get in the domes. (Open, Active)

Character(s): Simba, Open to all
Content: Simba enters Paixao, and is confused.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None for the moment

Looking around him, all he saw was grass, and not the grass and plants he was used to seeing in the jungle. Standing up, he glanced around, seeing a dome ahead of him.

That's not normal. He thought, slowly making his way towards the dome, considering it was the only thing that he could think of going towards. It was the only thing there besides miles and miles of the weird looking grass. As he neared the gate, he noticed that there were lines of people standing outside.

The people began to notice him as he approached, and they began to panic. Simba lowered his head, realizing they were panicking because of him. Can't they realize I'm not going to hurt them? They all moved out of his way, and he reached the gate. The guard who was standing there was shaking and staring at him. He threw something around Simba's neck, then backed away as far as he possibly could from the lion.

Sighing, Simba entered the dome, then stopped a bit inside to take a seat and look at what he had been given. It looked like a box, and he had no idea how to use it.

"What is this thing?" He asked to no one, considering everyone was going around him, giving him a large personal bubble. "And why won't anyone come near me? I'm not going to hurt anyone!"

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Unfortunately, most people weren't the sort to stop and see if a large predatory animal was willing to be friendly. Why should they bother, given what usually happened when a human ran in to a predator.

Most people weren't Squall. Admittedly he still wasn't precisely comfortable around a large predator, but he wasn't running away just yet. Besides, if things went horribly he did still have his gunblade with him.

"It's probably because you're a predator," he answered.

And one of the ones people tended to have an inherent fear of - on some worlds anyway. Not that Squall was aware of this of course, since the closest thing to a lion that he'd actually seen were Toramas.

Simba turned and looking in the direction that the voice came from, his tail twitching out of habit as he did so. Someone was nice enough to talk to him, and he wanted to find out who.

"Oh...But I wouldn't hurt them." He said, standing to turn and walk towards the man who was brave enough to talk to him. "I guess it's understandable though...how many times have you run into a lion in the middle of a city?"

He looked towards some of the people who were just staring at the duo now. Were they waiting for him to attack? He wouldn't be doing that anytime soon. Timon and Pumbaa had taught him better than that.

"They don't know that," Squall answered rather matter-of-factly. "And never."

Okay, so part of that was due to the fact that he'd never seen a lion, but really that was of less importance than the fact that if a predator showed up in, say, Balamb town that most peoples reactions would be to run the other way.

And possibly get in touch with the nearest SeeD division if it got to a major problem and didn't leave of its own volition.

"Well then, a first for both of us. I've never talked to a human before!" He said with a smile, then stopped. His teeth could be considered a threat. He really didn't want to seem that way. Although, this human didn't seem afraid of him at all, which was still surprising.

"My name's Simba. Thank you for being willing to talk to me." He said with a small shake of his mane.

They were indeed rather thoroughly impressive teeth. But all the same, he couldn't manage to be afraid of them, although he couldn't quite say why. Maybe it was the fact that Simba bore at least a superficial resemblance to his own Griever, or maybe it was just that fact that the other had been nothing but polite.

Regardless, he relaxes just a little bit, since it seems that physical harm is not horribly likely just at the moment.

"Squall," he answered simply. After a brief pause he continued, figuring that it would be best to answer the other comment as well. "Someone had to."

Edited 2008-07-31 16:41 (UTC)

"So, what is this place?" Simba asked. He hadn't received any sort of explanation from anyone, they had all been too scared of him. Another reason he was happy someone stopped. He was in a state of confusion over where he was and how he had got there. Waking up in a different place did that to someone.

"And, what is this thing?" He looked down at the box around his neck that the guard had thrown at him on his entry into the dome. No explanation for that either.

"It's called Paixao," Squall answered. "It's not where you were from and no one's found out how to leave yet." In short, a prison, although a rather pretty (and expansive) one.

"As for that, it's a journal. It lets you talk to people over long distances." Or longish distances, since the city wasn't all that big.

"Grand. Timon's going to flip when he wakes up and I've disappeared." He said, shaking his head. It wasn't going to be good if he ever found his way back home. From what Squall was saying, that wasn't going to happen soon.

"Journal?" He pushed at it with one of his paws. "Would you be willing to show me how to use it?"

Show him (or at least Squall was assuming Simba was a 'him') how to use it? Well, he supposed he could manage that much, although the fact that it seemed to really have been designed more for hands than paws would be a bit difficult to manage.

"...I guess," he answered after a bit, pulling his own journal out of a pocket. "I'm not sure how well you'll be able to deal with the buttons, but there might be a way to make it voice-activated." Presumably. He'd done quite fine with it in its default setting, but he had the advantage of not only opposable thumbs but also fingers. "Basically, you can post things to the network, or read what everyone else has posted. There's also a map, if you need." As he mentioned the different features he pointed out how to access them using his journal as demonstration.

It said a lot about Harry's daily life that when he awoke to find himself on a completely new world, his first thought was, 'It's going to be a long day'

Looking down, he was relieved to see he was in possession of both pants and his magical equipment. He supposed if he had to wake up in a strange place with know knowledge of how he got there, being armed was a good thing. Unless it just meant whoever abducted him didn't consider him a threat even with all of his weapons. Harry had tried maintaining a positive mindset, but found he liked being right a lot more.

Of course, his immediate surroundings didn't give him much to be optimistic about. Harry was pretty sure that there was nothing like the massive domed city before him anywhere on Earth, which meant logically he had to be somewhere in the Nevernever.

Harry swore. Loudly.

After a few minutes of though he finally decided to try and approach the long line of people waiting to enter the domes. While he wasn't exactly eager to go expose himself to a large group of what could be any number of dangerous beings, he really didn't see any other options. He would just have to be very cautious.

Of course, as he got closer he noticed people were a bit too focused on the rather large lion trying to get into the city to spare him a second glance. Harry decided that to take advantage of this opportunity to move through the line. He figured it was best to get moving before any attention started to focus on him. Besides, who wanted to spend all day waiting in line?

The one time someone did give him a questioning look Harry just smiled pointed to the lion and said, "I'm with him."

Reaching the front of the line Harry saw a small information booth with a stack of brochures standing under a massive gate designed to look like two giants crossing clubs. 'Oh yeah, that's a good sign.' Grabbing one of the brochures Harry turned to go through before someone protested when a guard, who still looked a little shaken, asked, "Your name sir?"

Harry quickly replied, "Barry Trotter. Say, this might sound strange, but can you tell me where this is?" Unfortunately for Harry the line decided now was a good time to move and he quickly found a small box pushed into his hand, and was himself shoved through the gate. He managed to regain his balance just in time to move to one side, where he promptly spotted the lion from before...talking. To a man carrying what looked like the unholy love child of a gun and a sword. Oh yeah, definitely not in Kansas anymore.

Deciding he would have to talk to someone sooner or later, he made his way over, making sure to catch most of the explanation the human (Squall) gave to the lion (Simba, before stepping forward and saying, "Uh, hi, my name's Harry. I think we're in the same boat, mind if I tag along?"

Simba watched as Squall demonstrated how to use the journals, and tried to figure out how he was going to use his. He could try to push the buttons using his claws, but he was really hoping that what Squall had said about a voice activated part was true. He shook his head to get his to fall on the ground and took a look at it.

While he was looking, he heard someone come up behind them. When Simba heard a voice, he looked up and saw another human standing there. After he explained who he was and that he was new also, Simba spoke up.

"I don't, do you Squall?"

Well, yes he minded. At least insofar that people weren't precisely his favorite thing, anyway. But one more person probably wouldn't hurt and the man didn't look like someone who was likely to cause any trouble.

At least not right now anyway. If something came up later he'd just have to deal with it, oh joy.

"Not really."

Harry was struck by the irony that the large predatory cat seemed much more friendly and personable than the other guy, but felt it best to keep that observation to himself for the moment.

Who said he couldn't be tactful?

"Alright, thanks. I appreciate it." Harry moved up to stand next to them, resting his staff on the ground. Looking over at Squall he thought about what to say for a moment before he asked, "So, who is in charge here anyway? I'm assuming this city has a government and police force of some sort."

Simba, having just arrived in the weird city, didn't know anything about the government or police there. So, he would let Squall answer that, if he had an answer. Instead, Simba used one of his claws to push some of the buttons on his little box, trying to get the voice activation to work.

He did, and managed to record something, hoping that people had seen Timon or Pumbaa somewhere in the city. After he finished, he turned back to the two humans, going back to their conversation.

Hopefully something would come through about his friends.

Well, it'd wouldn't have been the first time that someone had accused Squall of being somewhat less than wonderfully social. But he managed well enough to keep things running and to keep missions from getting incredibly awkward. Besides, if conversation was what was necessary he usually had someone a good deal more suited to it with him.

"Nominally in charge or technically in charge?" And if that didn't say something about the general situation of the city he wasn't sure what would.

"And I'm not entirely sure whether or not they have a police force."

Whatever else Squall might have been, he seemed to have a knowledge of how things worked and was willing to help, so Harry supposed he couldn't complain. It wasn't like he was always the most personable guy in the room on his off days...or a lot of his on days for that matter.

Squall's statement definitely said something about the general situation in this city, namely that the situation was complicated. Well, at least Harry was reasonably familiar with complicated. "I suppose both. Need to know who's going to try and take my money and who's probably going to try and screw me over after all."

So, on top of a possibly unstable government, there was a chance this place didn't have a police force. Well, Harry supposed it was unlikely he'd been brought here for a vacation.

Turning to Simba he added, "Hey, any luck getting that to work?"

"I think so." Simba said, glancing back down at the journal, still sitting on the ground. "I'm pretty sure I managed to get something on there. I just want to know if my friends are here." He twitched his tail for a second...Why hadn't he asked Squall yet? Ah well, if these journals worked the way Squall had explained, someone would answer him, right?

"It's a bit hard for me...I don't think these were made with lions in mind, really."

Right. Time for the run-down on the city politics - or what little of it he knew. Fun.

"Theoretically there's a mayor who runs the place. But the last one died, and no one's really sure whether or not they've managed to get someone else to take his place." And somehow the city just kept right on running all the same. Apparently whatever the mayor had been doing it wasn't precisely been critical to the stability of the show.

"The ones you have to watch out for are Organization XIII. They're probably the ones who are really running things."

Harry gave Simba a sympathetic look. "Wish I could help, but you probably know as much about advanced technology as I do. Still, I'm sure if your friends are here we can find them."

Oh great Harry, you've been here a minute and you're already getting side tracked helping people.

Turning to Squall he listened to what the man's explanation, then said, "Okay, so the mayor's office won't return my calls, and Organization XIII, great name by the way, may be running things behind the scenes and should be watched for. Guess that means we're on our own for the most part?"

"Sounds great." Simba said, before managing to get the journal back around his neck. Apparently some people had seen or heard of Timon and Pumbaa, and had told him so over the journals. Another beep alerted him to new responses and he pushed one of the buttons in order to see and hear them.

"Hey! That's Timon! He is here, somewhere." He said hearing the familiar voice come over the little speakers, warning him about some woman he had apparently responded to while Squall and Harry were talking about politics or something similar.

Speak of the devil and she'll arrive, although she was more a black and yellow blur than anything, travelling at top speed, intent on simply grabbing the lion and leaving without stopping to say hello to anyone else. And a lion was easy enough to spot in a place like this.

The portal was formed behind Simba as she continued moving, and with a hard shove backed by momentum, she blasted through the portal with Simba.

And then the portal was gone.

"Pretty much, yeah." On their own in a city full of monsters and people who were less than nice, to hear from the rumors.

Oh yeah. He should probably mention the monsters, shouldn't he? "Also, you should watch out for--"

Unfortunately what exactly one should watch out for would have to wait, as Larxene's high speed entrance and exit abruptly cut off his train of that, hand moving up to the handle of his gunblade reflexively. He wouldn't have thought that they'd be so brazen as to kidnap someone while others were watching. Apparently he'd been wrong.

Harry nodded to Simba when the Lion said his friends were here and said, "Hey, that's great. Well then, I guess step one is to figure out where to meet them."

He turned back to Squall and paid close attention to what the man had to say. After all, understanding your situation was essential to surviving it, so he needed to learn as much as he could.

He leaned forward with an interested expression when Squall had started to warn him about something, when suddenly there was a blur of motion appeared to shove Simba through a portal that appeared out of nowhere. Harry had just begun to bring his staff up when the portal closed.

"Hell's bells, what was that?" Harry shouted. He'd seen a lot of strange stuff in his life, but that didn't mean the world couldn't find new ways to surprise him.

"Not good," Squall answered. "And fast."

Too fast to get proper Scan off even, and he didn't particularly like the look of that portal that the pair had ended up disappearing into.

"And probably not inclined to play nice."

Which more than likely meant one of the Organization. What joy. Maybe he'd have to look a little more into finding some way to help get rid of them.

"They never are," Harry replied to Squall's last comment. Damn, it looked like the man didn't have much of an idea of what was going on here either, which meant there was next to no chance of Harry figuring it out quickly. Of course, those odds weren't all that unusual where he was concerned.

Bending down he began quickly scanning the ground for something while he spoke. "So, I don't suppose you have any idea where he might have been taken? Damn it, I can't find any of his fur. Figures I'd meet the one cat who doesn't shed."

Fur? How in Hyne's name was his fur going to help them find where he'd gone? It wasn't like you could do much with it, expect maybe give it back when they found him again, or use it to make a better weapon.

"No idea. If whatever it was had been faster I might've been able to manage to get a Scan off, but..." he shrugged and let the sentence trail off. That portal could have gone anywhere in the city, and it was a pretty big city.

"I don't think he's left the city, though."

"Damn, if I had just a sample I could cast a tracking spell. As it is, I'll have to search the slow way...which given I don't know the lay of the land should be fun. You care to join me?"

Harry knew it was ridicules to try and look at the moment, but he'd never been one to just walk away when someone was in trouble. Given that Squall had been willing to help total strangers, it was likely he was the same way, although Harry had been wrong before. Still, he would have a lot better chance if he had the taciturn young man's help.

If it hadn't been for the fact that Squall had just seen someone being kidnapped right in front of his eyes, he might well have said no. But he had, and even if he wasn't entirely sure they'd find him that still didn't change the fact that whoever had been responsible for it thought they could get away with it.

He wasn't going to let them, if he could help it. Not when the target had been someone who hadn't done any harm, as far as he knew.

"Sure."

Harry nodded. "Alright, let's get going then. Guess one direction is as good as any."

One direction was as good as any? Squall rather doubted that. They'd grabbed him for a reason, or at least so he assumed. And even if they hadn't, they more than likely weren't going to take him back out of the city.

Which meant they'd still be in the city somewhere.

"We'll start at the center of the city," Squall announced. "We can work our way out from there if we don't find him."

Edited 2008-08-25 00:14 (UTC)

Harry nodded to that suggestion. Again, Squall was the expert here, Harry was prepared to follow his lead.

"Sounds like a plan. Lead the way."

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