paixaorpg | Little White Shadow [Complete]

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Little White Shadow [Complete]

Character(s): Laharl and Timon.
Content: Convinced something is terribly wrong with Timon, Laharl decides to go ~~check up on him~~ yell at him.
Setting: Reaper's Ramen [G9]
Time: Night, Week 8
Warnings: None

He didn’t understand why they had let him go, but he wasn’t about to argue about it either. There was no point; what was done was done, or as Timon would put it, ‘it’s in the past’. No reason to worry, no reason to care. It mattered little if he was with Larxene or Sephiroth, Vexen or Vyers… The Organization was bound to treat him less kindly, as well as considered an enemy, but that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. He didn’t care, he couldn’t care and it was thanks to them. They had done something to him. The overexposure to light by Vexen’s hand had taken its toll on him. It wrapped itself around his mind, attacking both mentality and body. It swelled his heart tremendously, in the mean time drifting his thoughts under a blanket of pseudo-happiness.

That of course did not include Larxene’s contributions, for she too had been kind enough to volunteer in reshaping the meerkat. She heartlessly shattered him, if only to start with a clean canvas, before educating him on the truth he previously tried so hard to ignore. He now knew, and acknowledged, that any ridiculous fantasy to achieve a status as high as Mayor was to be abandoned immediately. That he was pathetic and weak. He wasn’t a hero; he couldn’t save anyone, never mind himself. He knew his place, at least partially. He would not stray from it anymore.

When he had re-entered the city it seemed fate that he would find himself at the very same gate he had first entered Paixao through only years ago. Nifleheim was the same as he remembered, however he could not say the same about himself. The city had changed him, even before the Organization had. Unknown to him, such trials he would have faced in the Pride Lands had found him to Paixao. Responsibility, friendship, courage… Age had followed him too; he was not the young meerkat he had once been. His fur had also notably begun to lose its vibrant colour. Whether or not it is an affect of the light within his system or his age however was unclear.

Timon did not stop to dwell on these thoughts, he entered the city, awarded a new journal in the process, and begun an aimless journey. It was not long before he found the little device demanding his attention, the voices of concerned –quickly to grow angry- visitors asking where he had gone. He carelessly shared what he knew, in return reminded how hungry and tired he had grown by a particular nightmaren. As a result he wandered toward the nearest food outlet, Reapers Ramen. Unfortunately in the time it took him to reach the shop it had already closed when he had reached it. However that did not cause him to stray from the building. In agreement to both Laharl and NiGHTS he promised to stay where he was and rest he simply curled up where he was on the pavement and sleep while he awaited the demons arrival.

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The Overlord had noticed something had been off with Timon from the very moment they'd started communicating. Timon's reaction to Laharl's suggestion that he'd go take over City Hall had clinched it. Laharl knew how Timon would've reacted to that, and wishing him good luck, definitely wasn't it. Something was VERY wrong with the meerkat. The Organization had definitely done something to him, but what? It wasn't anything like what they'd done to him and Flonne, most certainly.

Not that Laharl was really worried, of course. Why should he be? That meerkat had been nothing but a pain in his ass since he had arrived here! It wasn't like he cared or anything. Of course not.

Too bad that voice deep down inside him, that one he tried so often to ignore, was being particularly loud today. It was so annoyingly pointing out how he wouldn't be doing this if he didn't care.

Well, whatever, he was almost there now, so he might as well go through with it, he figured as he looked around for the meerkat's small form. Of course, the dark wasn't exactly making it easy, but in what little light there was was enough to reveal the small creature curled up on the pavement.

'Idiot,' Laharl thought as he approached, squatting down beside the meerkat. He'd told him to stay put, but he hadn't meant to fall asleep in the open like this! Anyone walking along could just do anything to him like this! Hell, if Timon wasn't messed up, the Overlord might've been tempted to make good on one of his threats and kick the meerkat. He'd had it coming more than once. Luckily, the thought this night was fleeting.

"Oi," Laharl said aloud, lightly poking Timon, attempting to awaken him.

Timon stirred in his sleep at the demons touch, his rather amusing snoring interrupted by a low mumble. His words had been indistinguishable, but it was not difficult to tell that they had been in regard to his rude awakening. Showing signs of discomfort for another moment or two, the meerkat finally swatted at Laharl’s hand, a more clear complaint escaping him the second time.

“I don’t care if the entire jungle is on fire, I’m not getting up.” With that the rodent rolled to his side, yawning in the Overlords direction. “Just five more minutes, alright?”

He thought for a brief, brief moment he'd managed to awaken the meerkat, but clearly not. The Overlord should have known it wouldn't have been that easy.

Rolling his eyes, Laharl prodded Timon's side again.

"Oi! Wake up!"

Someone certainly wanted him to get up, didn’t they? He didn’t see what the sudden urgency was, and was positive whatever it was couldn’t be truly that important, but he found himself slowly opening an eye to take a peek regardless. Ah, Laharl had disrupted him. Another yawn was given as the meerkat closed his eye again, stretched and then opened both eyes to look up him. He was surprised the demon had actually come, but showed no hint of this as he eyed the Overlord with little interest.

“Hello, Laharl.” Timon greeted, his voice eerily calm, reserved, and most of all empty. He did not bother to get up from the sidewalk, lying against the cold pavement carelessly. There was no need to get up just yet. "You found me."

Edited 2009-06-30 05:26 (UTC)

If he hadn't been right beside the meerkat, Laharl would have had troubles beliving the one talking to him even was Timon.

Since Timon showed no signs of even getting up, Laharl settled down to the ground himself, crossing his legs as he frowned down at the meerkat. Now that he was here he wasn't exactly sure how to go about things. It had been a long time since he'd actually even seen Timon face to face. Well, he better say something.

"Yeah, hi," Laharl finally replied, lamely.

"So what happened? Everything. Spit it out," he then practically commanded. He figured he might as well try to get something more out of him about what happened.

So Laharl wanted details. Well, that wasn’t surprising. Almost everyone he had spoken with had insisted he tell them about his ill experience. At a time he too had been the same. He recalled asking previous victim many questions himself. Of course, now that he thought about it, it had been rather pointless. Such knowledge had done nothing for him in the end; nothing good, anyway. No, it certainly hadn’t prepared him for what he had experienced. Ah, well. That was over now.

“I don’t see why it matters; what’s done is done.” Timon closed his eyes and pulled his arms under his chin. They served as a pillow to rest his head on as he considered whether or not to follow the demons demands. “But if you insist I guess I’ll tell you.” He paused for a moment, pondering where to start his story.

“I was heading down for breakfast when they took me. Vyers was taking too long to get ready and I was hungry so I went alone. On my way Larxene appeared and grabbed me. She brought me to… Some place I don’t know and trapped me in a glass jar. She destroyed my journal when I tried to get help so we just sat and talked for awhile. I tricked her into letting me go at some point, but she caught me again and taught me better. I saw Vexen after that. We talked too, but not for as long. He stabbed me with something sharp that hurt a lot before letting me go.”

Edited 2009-06-30 06:47 (UTC)

Now, Timon didn't care about a lot of things, but something like this? Why was he being so weird about it? He'd been the one going to so much trouble to point out the Org's guilt over kidnapping everyone else. Now it suddenly didn't matter? Laharl really didn't get it, till he said something that really caught the Overlord's attention.

"Wait, wait... he stabbed you with something? You mean a syringe? What did it have in it?" he questioned, the moment Timon had finished.

It clearly wasn't darkness or tranquilizer they'd put into the meerkat, but they'd clearly put something into him! Of the Timon's story, it was the biggest red light Laharl had heard. Of course, 'talking' to Larxene he could easily imagine. He remembered his 'talks' all too well, after all.

The meerkat shrugged in response. He did not know what a syringe was or what it did but assumed it had been what Vexen had stabbed him with. All he had been concerned about was the menacing sharp end that had been approaching him at the time, not the supposed content within the weapon. It took him a moment to think if there had been anything inside the said syringe before he spoke. Everything had gone so fast then.

“Yeah, sure.” Timon began. “I don’t know exactly what was in it though. I think it was white or something real bright. It hurt a lot at first, but then it made everything feel better. It kind of just… Took over, you know?” He paused, opening his eyes to look at his paws in silence. His expression was solemn as he clenched a fist then looked to the demon. “It doesn’t feel like I’m here anymore.” The meerkat smiled and laughed shortly after. “Kinda creepy, hu?”

Well, that didn't help much. Something white could have been practically anything. And why would it be making him feel good? Why would they do something like that? Although, with this not feeling good seemed to also be a large dose of suddenly not caring.

"Yeaaaaaah," he replied, giving the meerkat an odd look. That made no sense. In fact, most of this made no sense. "So... feeling better meant suddenly not caring about anything? What about being mayor and stuff?" Laharl asked, since the meerkat's feeling regarding that had always been annoyingly strong.

Timon didn’t blame the Overlord, he knew he sounded strange. It was all strange to him too, though he was hardly as fazed by it. In fact, he had hardly thought about the entire ordeal before now. The Organization had done something to him, something that had changed him and had been it. Why they did it, how they did it, none of these questions had ever been raised. If not for the concerns of others he probably would have never thought of such things.

“I will never be mayor.” He replied in a cool matter-of-fact tone. “You of all people should know that, Laharl. I can never be a leader. I’m a meerkat and that sure doesn’t amount to much in this whole ‘Circle of Life’ thing. I’m a runt. What kind of leader would I be when I can’t even protect myself, never mind others?” The meerkat yawned then shifted into a more comfortable position. “You could step on me.”

Edited 2009-07-09 02:17 (UTC)

Unbelievable. Completely and utterly unbelievable. Admitting he would never be mayor was the last thing Laharl would have ever thought he'd hear out of the meerkat's mouth. He had no idea what that white stuff was, but it had screwed him up, completely. That or they'd brain washed him.

"Of course I know that, but you've always been too damn stubborn to believe me," Laharl said, replying the meerkat with a great deal of exasperation. He didn't think Timon would ever be mayor, but it's not like Timon would have ever EVER agreed with him on that point. "You'd never give up on being mayor, no matter how stupid you are."

The meerkat looked blankly at Laharl, tilting his head to the side questioningly while he listened to the demons words. However, whatever he was trying to say, the message did not reach Timon. As far as he was concerned, the boy was making as much sense as a frenzied hornbill. After all, wasn’t it a good thing he had stepped down, or more appropriately; given up? He was agreeing with Laharl, the demon had won.

“So, what do you want me to do?” Timon asked, oddly sincere opposed to what would have been a particularly aggravated and sarcastic response. “Start pretending to be mayor again?”

"Well, no. That's what probably got you into this mess in the first place!" Laharl replied with a hmph. The Organization probably wouldn't have cared about the meerkat if he hadn't been such a pain on the journals with his mayor nonsense. Of course, maybe they still woulda grabbed him anyways, but Laharl couldn't help but get the feeling it couldn't have helped matters.

"I just think you gotta figure out how to stop being stupid and act like yourself again, well, unless you WANT to keep acting like this."

It made perfect sense to the demon. Maybe Timon was easier to deal with like this, but... the idiot was going to get himself in trouble like this.

Timon slowly rose to his feet and stretched, his back cracking several times as a result. A small cry of surprise escaped him as a result of this, but nothing more than a yawn followed. He continued to look up at the demon, scratching his head in confusion at his further words. Laharl only proved to make even less sense to the meerkat – though he did understand that he was not himself. He realized that almost exactly after Vexen had stabbed him. The scientist had put something in him and that something had taken him over.

“I thought I was stupid.” The rodent replied, “That’s what you always said, anyway. Unless you were wrong... In that case should I pretend to be smarter or dumber?”

At about this moment Laharl was ready to give up. The demon put his hand to his forehead in frustration.

"You know what? Just forget it."

This was getting no where. Whatever was wrong with Timon, there was nothing the Overlord could do now, that's for sure. Getting to his feet, he adjusted his scarf as he looked down at the meerkat.

"Just, go find somewhere to stay and keep out of trouble," he suggested, although it sounded more like an order. It pretty much was.

"And don't go taking naps on the middle of the sidewalk, especially."

Wait. He was sounding like he cared again.

"Or, well, you can if you really want. It's not like I care, but don't say I didn't tell you so, if something happens to ya."

“Oh.” He did not question Laharl’s order, nor did he really think about it. All he knew was that he was to obey. When it really came down to it there was no point in arguing. The result would be the same regardless. For the most part it at least gave him something to do, for a short while, anyway. Timon immediately nodded in reply to the instruction. “Alright, I will.”

With that he turned to leave, going over his objectives in his head: find somewhere to stay, keep out trouble and stop sleeping in the middle of the sidewalk. They sounded easy enough. The meerkat began to walk away from the demon, then paused. He looked back at Laharl, opening his mouth as though he were about to say something, then closed it. He waited a moment before opening it again. “Is there anything else?”

Well, at least one good thing seemed to be coming out of this. Timon was listening to him.

Laharl moved to leave himself, but paused when he noticed Timon had also paused. He couldn't guess what Timon had intended to say, unless that was it, but he gave the meerkat an odd look. The Overlord had no idea what Timon was expecting. What else was there to say?

"...No?"

“Just making sure.” Timon replied and then turned his back to the Overlord before heading his own way. He shared a small wave over his shoulder, though he doubted Laharl was still facing him. “Talk to you later.”

"Right," Laharl replied, shrugging it off. Maybe it had just been nothing. Probably, in fact.

"Whatever."

It was a goodbye. Of sorts. Turning away, he headed off in the direction of the Actua Are. Vaguely, however, he wondered if it had been a good idea to let Timon wander off on his own at all?

Oh well. Too late now.

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