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Step into my parlor [Active]

Character(s): Timon, Hades, Maleficent, Jafar
Content: Timon finally gets to see the mayor's office! Unfortunately it's not under the best terms for him.
Setting: Within City Hall :3
Time: Backdated; follows this thread, which is before the week system started :D;
Warnings: Uhhh. None yet.

Quite satisfied with that little event (oh, and to see Sora’s reaction? Fantastic!), Hades strode through City Hall, long fingers wrapped around Timon’s body. Too easy. But he wasn’t up to harming the small meerkat much (yet), and the Heartless that had once kept a hold of him had been too much trouble, what with running into a wall shortly after they entered. It was better this way.

He made his way to the mayor’s office with a grin plastered to his face. The only time Timon would ever be in the office was now, and it would most likely be an unpleasant experience. “I do so hope you have a photographic memory, Timon. It’d be such a shame if you forgot all about the office that could’ve been yours!” Hades barked a laugh and gave Timon a shake. If the meerkat was talking, Hades sure as hell was ignoring him.

He could bet: lots of screaming, yelling, maybe a tremble of fear? Oh, that would be something he should pay attention to… made things interesting! Heh.

Hades pushed open the doors to the office, offering a toothy smile to where Maleficent sat behind the desk drinking a glass of wine, and promptly stepped to it, dropping Timon right into her glass. His 'smile' never faded.

“Lookie what I found sniffing around your little wall.”

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Struggling was pointless, yet he hadn’t stopped doing so since the Heartless had first grabbed him. Hades firm hold prevented him from any means of escape. He couldn’t pull his arms out, never mind use them to pull himself free, which left him with only two alternatives: kicking and what he did best; shouting. His protest echoed throughout city hall, making his presence notable to all who dwelled inside.

“You’ve gotta lotta nerve, pal!” he continued to shout, “I’m a well respected resident in these parts! Put me down, or else there’ll be real trouble!”

Hades didn’t seem to be listening. Not very well, anyway. He only fuelled Timon’s anger by adding the odd remark as he made his way through the building. Another blast of hot air escaped him, though thankfully for everyones ears lasted nowhere as long as his last raving fit after receiving a good shake. He growled in response to the Lord’s laughter. That office was still his, regardless who was in it at the moment.

As the doors to the forementioned office opened before him, the meerkat’s eyes widened. This was it, this was the Mayor’s office. And though Maleficent was certainly present, her existence was completely overlooked by the rodent. His eyes wandered around the room, taking in all they could before he suddenly found himself swallowing a bitter tasting liquid.

With a start, Timon wildly flailed about inside the glass, tipping it over and onto the table with a crash. The wine spilt across the desk, as well as the meerkat, who immediately sat up and coughed when given the chance. Looking up, his coughing quickly ceased, and a feeling of insignificance overwhelmed him. But this did not last for long. Oh no, certainly not with him.

“You.” He growled.

Edited 2009-01-29 03:03 (UTC)

It didn't take Jafar long to come sweeping into the office after Hades and Timon. After all, they couldn't have made any more noise if they'd tried.

"I was unaware we'd demoted you to rat catcher," he commented idly to Hades. The verbal barbs were amusing, but what he truly wanted to see was Maleficent's reaction to the meerkat being so uncerimoniously dumped not only on her desk but into her drink.

This should prove to be entertaining indeed.

Of course, Maleficent had been aware they'd had some guests outside, but they'd been really of little concern to her. Let Hades play with them. It was rather pleasant to have help that wasn't completely incompetent.

She'd heard them, of course, down in the hall. It gave her a few moments to set a 'pleasant' smile onto her her lips and rise from her seat allowing Diablo to settle on her shoulder. Of course, she was vaguely annoyed Hades had decided her glass had been a good place to drop the rodent, but she dropped her annoyance for now when she saw just who it was he'd brought to her. Wasn't this a surprise. Then again, perhaps not so much.

"Well, well, well. I see you've brought me a visitor, Hades. Future Mayor, Timon, wasn't it?" Maleficent said, her smile already curling at the corners. Oh she was indeed amused.

Hades scowled at Jafar, ready to snap back when Maleficent spoke. Eh, a bit of approval from the 'Mistress of Evil' wasn't a bad thing. His scowl turned to a smirk, and he laughed at Timon's attempt at bravery. But Jafar did have one things right; Timon was much more a rat than anything, and he'd want to be scampering out of the office he awed so much.

"I believe that's what he'd been calling himself. Maybe you two can duke it out right here, eh?" Timon versus Diablo wouldn't even be a fair fight. Alone, what could Timon do?

Timon was anything but amused by the villains’ remarks. He had heard it all before, countless times at that. They could tease him all they wanted, it didn’t matter. He would ignore them like he had everyone else who felt the need to ridicule him.

Irritably climbing to his feet, the self proclaimed Mayor shook the wine from his fur and inched into a corner of the desk where he could fully observe the three. His eyes narrowed further as he carefully looked each over, nose wrinkling at the nauseating stench of darkness they emitted. That should have been warning enough that they were dangerous, but Timon did not back down.

“Yeah, that is me.” He said, paws firmly planted to his hip. “You must be the stand in they told me about. Thanks for keepin’ the seat warm for me, now get out. You’re no longer needed and I’d hate to have to use force on you.”

Hades should count himself lucky - Jafar's first choice of words had been not "demoted" but "promoted."

For once Jafar kept his tongue at the meerkat's bold words, though he could not stop a smirk from curling the corners of his lips. Had he been alone or watching from afar, he would have burst into derisive laughter. The situation being what it was, he decided derisive commentary would do.

"Oh, but that would hardly be a fair fight. Perhaps we should give the rat an advantage." The smirk became a sneer as he regarded Timon. "Or perhaps Diablo is hungry."

It started slow at first, before her laughter echoed around the room. "Force? Force?!" she repeated, between laughs.

"Fool!" Maleficent then suddenly snapped, with a sweep of her hand. "Do you not realize the situation you find yourself in?" she questioned, gesturing to the room itself and those in it. "You are in no position to make threats, I assure you."

With that she calmed and settled back into the Mayor's chair, slightly making a show of it. It was now hers and she had no intention of giving it up. Resting back in it as she turned her gaze to Diablo, "What do you think, my pet?"

She brushed her fingers across the raven's feathers. The raven's gaze turned to Timon, a wicked look in it's eyes.

Boy, the meerkat had some nerve, didn't he! Really had a mouth on him! All talk, obviously. What was he going to do, gnaw at someone's fingers? And think that they wouldn't punish him?

Hades echoed Maleficent's laughs with one of his own, holding one hand to his chest as if it was all 'too much', the other waving off at Timon. "You are a joker, aren't you? We could get you a funny hat and bells, the whole deal! If bird brain there doesn't eat you, of course." Although Timon dressed up as a bleeding jester would be just as entertaining.

He 'hmmed' from his corner, straightening and eying Timon darkly, quietly drawling, "I wonder if you'll know when to quit. Doubtful."

His expression hardened as he took in their laughter. He’d been forced to bottle his anger up for some time now, and now there was no guarantee that seal would continue to hold, especially in these conditions. His teeth ground together as he clenched his fists. He could take their wicked names and tasteless jokes, but he would not let them simply cast him aside. It would take more than some scrawny crow to get rid of the likes of him – assuming Diablo was the raven resting on Maleficent’s shoulder. He sent the bird a challenging look.

“I’m not joking.” Timon replied to Hades, quickly learning that the raven would be his rival if a fight were to erupt after all. “And it’s you three who don’t know what you’re getting yourselves into here. This is MY office and I intend to keep it mine, so if you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave immediately. I’m only gunna ask you nicely one more time.”

Edited 2009-02-16 08:26 (UTC)

At Timon's bold claims, Jafar threw back his head and added his laughter to that of his compatriots. The rather dissonant effect should have been enough to thoroughly unnerve the weaker of heart. Like the Keybrat, however, Timon had proven himself to be either incredibly strong of heart or stupid enough to have a similar effect.

"Fine then," he replied to Timon's warning. "Ask. See what response you get." There was no question how the three would react to the meerkat's demands - Jafar's taunting tone made that much obvious.

"He really does seem to not know when to quit," Maleficent replied to Hades' comment, sparing Timon no further glance. The meerkat's words were nothing but foolish prattle. She would give him no response to his 'demands'.

Maleficent turned away, her gaze shifting to her associates as she addressed them instead. Timon would find himself now ignored.

"Now then, what shall we do with him?" she questioned. He was an unexpected surprise, but what use could he be to them? He was little threat to them, despite whatever delusions he had.

((Look what Sharron reminded me of :DD))

Such a loud, irritating voice for such a small creature. He really did need a lesson in learning when to shut his trap. "I'm sure he has enough fans that'd put up a real fit if he went missing for too long." That could be interesting, but really it was only more of a distraction.

"Don't know about you, Mistress, but I don't want to deal with them." Likely she'd try and shaft it to him, too. Yeah right. He didn't care if she was up to being more 'busy' than him. He wasn't about to take orders from her.

"I say we ruffle him up a bit more, than kick him out. This isn't his office, after all." He grinned, and then with a snap of his fingers, a spark of flame was dancing on Timon's already flame-colored hair.

They were ignoring him. No one ignored him, at least as far as he was concerned. Of course, if one were to keep tally, though even without, it was obvious many did, but that was irrelevant. He would continue to speak regardless where their attention wandered. They weren’t about to silence him any time soon. Growling, the meerkat drew closer to the group.

“What, you think if you ignore me I’m just gunna go away?” he asked as they continued to speak amongst one another. “You didn’t think it’d really be that easy to get rid of me, did you? I don’t give up that easily, and especially not to the likes of you. I’m not going anywhere! You hear me? Anywhere! I’ll be here all day, all week, all year! Are you listening me?! I’m talking here! Stop pretending you can’t hear me, I know you can!”

Timon wasn’t frustrated, he was furious. He could feel the anger burning inside him, rising exceedingly before he suddenly found he could no longer contain himself. If they weren’t listening he would make them listen. He had a lot to say and he was going to say it.

“NOW YOU LOT SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!” the rodent shouted sternly. “I’VE NEVER WORKED AS HARD AT ANYTHING AS I HAVE FOR THIS SEAT. I’VE BEEN DOING THIS CITIES DIRTY WORK FOR OVER A YEAR, WAY BEFORE ANY OF YOU ARRIVED. EVEN WHILE THE REAL MAYOR WAS HERE! RISKING PEOPLES LIVES, RISKING MY LIFE FOR PEOPLE I DON’T EVEN KNOW, THAT I DON’T EVEN LIKE! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME AND TAKE THIS FROM ME AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE? THAT I'M GOING TO JUST SIT BACK AND LET YOU?!”

Shaking his hot head, he continued to approach the trio. “I’ve worked too hard to let you take this away from me. I earned this office. I EARNED IT! Now… GET. OUT!”

The meerkat pointed furiously toward the office doors, a fire burning in his eyes like no other before. But there was another fire burning other than the one in his eyes, one that he had simply mistaken as his anger. It was only after a hesitant pause, he found the most curious of smells reach his nose. At first it was indistinguishable, but after another sniff he recognized the oder as singed fur. However, it took at least another moment before the heat emitting from his head registered as fire.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Letting out a scream loud enough for at least half the city to hear, Timon leapt at least a foot off the desk and onto the ground. He threw his hands up to his head only to immediately withdraw them in a panic. He didn’t know what to do, so he did the only sensible thing he could think of: run around the room screaming.

Edited 2009-04-20 08:44 (UTC)

Loath as Jafar was to admit it, Hades did make an excellent point. The meerkat presented no threat; his allies, however, more than made up for it. While Jafar was certain that the three of them could handle whatever came their way - two powerful sorcers and a god were not easily defeated (if at all) - it would be a rather bothersome setback if that showdown were to come so early in their time in the city. No, putting the meerkat in his place and then dropping him like so much garbage would be the best route.

It seemed that Hades wasn't waiting for feedback, though, as the meerkat was running around the room before Jafar could open his mouth. He looked down at the flaming animal, then up at Maleficent, swinging his staff once close to the ground. The smirk on his face was clearly a request for permission to send the meerkat sailing through the nearest window and possibly into the wall of thorns beyond it.

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