paixaorpg | A New Foundation [Complete]

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A New Foundation [Complete]

Character(s): Timon and Tanaka
Content: Remembering the cheerleaders previous efforts to save him, Timon feels the need to share a few words with the man.
Setting: Actua Are [J7]
Time: Week 11, Unknown
Warnings: ~~Timon is actually nice?~~ Never mind, attempt at being nice was fail.

Everything had changed. Walking the dark, poorly lit streets by himself was a completely different experience compared to what it had previously been. He had been so careless, strolling dumbfoundedly down the middle of the street with countless Heartless following him. Now he practically ran, diving behind any statue, tree or other obstacles he could find. It was doubtful this would prevent any Heartless from finding him but most importantly ensured that any wandering Organization members which might have been out would not spot him. After seeing their power first hand he dreaded the thought of one of them finding him again. If they could do that to him by simply poking him who knew what else they were capable of? He turned his thoughts elsewhere.

Tanaka had not been specific about exactly where in Actua Are they were to meet. The thought occurred to the breathless meerkat once he had finally reached the hotel and could be seen struggling to open the door before someone passed through it. He looked over his shoulder cautiously when entering the building, eyes frantically scanning the entrance while he pressed himself against a wall, trying to blend into the environment. Timon did not feel as courageous as he usually did, hoping for once not to be noticed by anyone other than the cheerleader.

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Wouldn't meeting in the lobby be the logical answer? After all, he hadn't named his room, and he didn't actually expect Timon to be quite so well informed as to figure it out on his own. Tanaka was waiting below, pacing a bit, with the occasional glance to the door.

He wasn't sure how that portal skill worked, but judging by the appearance of Nobodies, it was likely an ability related to the Light he'd read about in that message. With it gone, the cheerleader simply didn't know what to expect--in general, really. He'd done all he could to try and stop whatever was going on, but nothing had made a difference. What exactly had Timon wanted to speak for, then?

It was Tanaka's own nerves that kept him from noticing the approaching spirit of fear. It took a moment before he realized its presence at all, and recognized Timon trying to plaster himself to a wall. One thing was clear enough, the meerkat before him was completely changed from the last time.

Tanaka took a moment, cleared his throat and his thoughts, before approaching. "Uh... hello. Again. Are you hurt, or...?" How exactly was he supposed to greet him, after last time, anyway?

Tanaka had been easy enough to spot. He recognized the man’s scent almost the moment he stepped into the lobby. At his approach the meerkat pulled himself away from the wall and looked around cautiously before meeting with the cheerleader. He ran his paw through the red tuft of fur on his head, looking away from the man as though to avoid eye contact. This was awkward for him. Very awkward. It wasn’t everyday he actually thanked someone, nor that anyone cared enough to stand up for him. Certainly over the message board but in person? What Tanaka had done was perhaps one of the kindest things anyone had done for him.

“Yeah, hi. I’m fine.” Timon replied, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. His discomfort was likely incredibly obvious but he didn’t care. “Look, uh, about earlier? I just wanted to thank you. I mean what you did… No ones ever done that for me before. I appreciate it – as incredibly stupid as it was. Do you realize what they could have done to you? If you wanna go around playin’ dramatic and hero like you gotta get yourself the build, the smarts and the moves. You know what I mean? Next time I might not be there to save you!”

At Timon's words, Tanaka let out a somber but relieved sigh. He wasn't sore over the cheerleader's failure. At his foolishness, sure, but that was something Tanaka could live with quite comfortably, for now.

"I have an idea of what they could do," he admitted. "But the fact remains that I couldn't simply sit back and let what was going on continue freely." He crossed his arms behind his back. "Any Ouendan puts everything he has to protect the spirit of another... And yours was clearly under seige."

He sighed again. "I... know that it was a dangerous act. Who knows where I would be without your assistance." Literally. "I'm in your debt many times over, after that night."

Timon folded his arms across his chest, failing to look impressed in the slightest by the cheerleader. Quite frankly he had been rather surprised he had been capable to turning the conversation over so easily. Then again, this was a particular skill of his. Without doubt this had to be the result of his superior intellect and in no possible way because the man was passive regarding such chatter. None at all. He twisted his lips together, as though he had just eaten something sour.

“Yeah?” he asked and raised an enticed brow. “Well that makes few of you. For the amount of people who go on about protecting others and all that a lot of them turn out to only care about themselves when it comes to taking action. I don’t know what an ‘O-ha’, or whatever you called yourself, is but if there are more of you I can’t see it lasting for long. No offence or anything but people are really gonna use you guys. You’re practically begging to be. You, however, have nothing to worry about. I am a kind and honest meerkat and would never use someone against their will who was not in debt to me.” Lying undoubtedly through his teeth, Timon smiled at Tanaka as though to convince him otherwise. “I wouldn’t worry about it. After all, everyone ends up in my debt eventually.”

The subject was easy to change when it came to questioning Tanaka's pride and reliability. He'd started to wonder about things fairly often since arriving here, regarding how much use he could be to people, though how much people could use him wasn't exactly a direction his mind had gone in. Ouendan were uncompromisable in stature, as far as he was concerned, and to imply that they could be used was an insult.

"Ouendan," he corrected. "I don't plan on being required to do anything that strikes me as less than honorable, regardless of debt. Though it is rather nice that you had no such plans in mind." He huffed. "My skills aren't of much use on their own, regardless. I can't imagine I'd be at much risk for being targeted, or to work alongside..." He paused to think over how to word it. "Your past acquaintances."

“Whatever.” The meerkat replied and rolled his eyes at the cheerleader’s correction. He would not remember the correct name regardless. However, he had caught the man’s mention of special skills. Timon immediately took interest in them, wondering what they were and how they could benefit him. With this information he could decide how to use them most effectively when the time came. He frowned at the mention of the Organization and his association with them.

“Don’t call them that.” The rodent snapped. “It’s not like I had a choice.” A frustrated huff of hot air escaped him as he brought his paws to his temples. A pause was given to allow him to calm himself down before he spoke again. He shook his head. “So, what are these skills of yours anyway?”

Tanaka couldn't quite hold back the roll of his eyes as Timon asked. he had already explained his ability a few times in the city, and it was slowly growing irksome. "I help people," he replied. "I make sure that whatever they try to accomplish, that they are able to put everything they have into it." It was the simplest and easiest definition. He was finding that leaving the whole 'spirit' bit of it out unless asked was easier for everyone.

"Which," he added, "isn't of much help if it's not desired." Tanaka gave the meerkat a pointed look before he sat down. "If you want my help, it's better for you to stop dodging questions and let me know what's going on."

Timon fell silent at the man’s words. At first he looked shocked but it was not long before a scowl quickly replaced it. “I don’t need your help.” He growled defensively. “You owe it to me.” The meerkat puffed his chest out and turned away from Tanaka. “Besides, there’s nothing to tell. I’m back, I’m angry and I’m here to collect. What were you expecting? I’m just gonna open up, tell the whoooole city about the experiments they did on me. I think everyone’s well aware. Now, tell me more about these monkey magic, voodoo abilities of yours. Are you some kind of personal trainer or what?”

The cheerleader gave a sigh. "You don't need my help, but you ask for it regardless. Fine. A debt's a debt.

"It's no sort of magic," he corrected. "It's just a sort of... sixth sense. I work with the power of a person's soul in concert with my own, connecting the two of us to amplify will and emotion. It pushed personal limitations, so everything you have can be put to the task." Tanaka gave Timon a look. "But it can't give one strength they did not already have, and feelings of anger or vengefulness cannot be worked with. They're unstable and dangerous."

A sixth sense? Timon was certain there were only five senses, the sixth by what the cheerleader was telling him simply a bunch of bologna. It sounded no different from that Rafiki would offer. Power of the soul, connecting two people, the danger of vengeance… About half the content went through one ear and poured out the other while the meerkat stood, looking at the man in disbelief. Tanaka must have thought he was some sort of chump to be feeding him this sort of stuff. That or incredibly unkeen. He had never been one to believe in any sort of supernatural or magical forces and the man certainly wasn’t buying him with his story. Timon narrowed his eyes.

“Connecting with peoples souls?” He asked in disbelief. “You actually expect me to believe this stuff? Maybe if you fed them some kinda ‘potion’ or something but just alone? I don’t know if that’s gonna happen. I’m going to need a demonstration or something. Use these powers of yours on one of those citizens over there.”

A surge of frustration came upon Tanaka at the meerkat's impudence. Why would he lie about something like that? He'd been nothing but straightforward, but Timon just kept on brushing it off. Before, the animal had the excuse of being tampered with to excuse his irritating behavior, but now...

The young man took a deep breath. "It's not... like that. It requires drive, dedication, a goal for me to work alongside with, and..." Tanaka glanced to the citizens and lowered his voice, "they honestly don't have any. I've done demonstrations in the city before, but I need someone with spirit of actual substance."

“They don’t have souls?” the rodent blurted out without taking into account others that may have been listening to their conversation. “Not that ‘souls’ are really anything other than a piece of that hullabaloo you’ve been trying to feed me anyway. They’re definitely missing something though.” He turned back to look at the man, no less frustrated than Tanaka himself. “I’ll give you that much.” Timon planted his paws onto his hips and let out a huff of hot air. “Where’s Vyers when you need him? He’d make a good guinea pig. Guess we’ll have to hold off on the demo till I meet up with him again.”

If he met up with him again. He’d been avoiding it for the past week, though certainly spoken with the demon. Timon suspected things to be awkward with many questions he wasn’t sure he was ready to face - likely to be followed by a lot of yelling on his part. Vyers had proved himself to be a miserable bodyguard, as well as a friend. To think he had actually thought of the demon as anything more than a mere stepping stone. How stupid of him.

He eyed Tanaka thoughtfully. “Have we ever been introduced?” he asked.

Tanaka raised an eyebrow. "They do. They're just not... burning. No drive or effort. Content and inactive." More potential than the dull remnants of light seen in some of the creatures around the city, sure, but you couldn't motivate a soul that had nothing it wanted to accomplish.

The cheerleader fiddled with his glasses a moment, frowning. He didn't like his abilities being doubted, as an individual and especially as an Ouendan. He hadn't been on a proper mission--one not formulated by plan, but by sporadic necessity--for a long time, and the last one he'd been on had resulted in a less than ideal manner. He needed to get back to work, somehow or another.

Timon's question snapped him away from his moody thoughts again. "Ah. Partially. I did introduce myself in our last meeting, but I didn't catch yours at the time." Since then, he'd had the opportunity to read it over the journals, though.

“Burning souls? Geez, this is just getting better and better by the minute.” The meerkat sighed and brought his paw to his forehead. “You’re right though, they really don’t seem to have any drive to them. They’re pretty easy to boss around even without whatever voodoo you were planning to use – assuming it even works.“

The thought of allowing Tanaka to use his abilities on him never occurred to him. Naturally it would have been the easiest way to for the cheerleader to prove himself but Timon would never stand for it. Letting someone control him was something he most certainly did not want. Though, if the man wanted, he could likely influence the meerkat quite easily.

“That doesn’t count. I wasn’t exactly myself the last time we met. I, however, am the one, the only, Timon. I don’t suppose you’ve heard of me before, have you? I’m pretty popular around the city.”

More slow breaths of quasi-meditation. He was trying to keep his composure in the face of such doubt, but it was hard. People didn't really understand how their abilities worked back home, but enough knew of them and accepted it as fact. It was really going to take an effort to get used to this.

He could have motivated Timon himself, sure, but one didn't just Cheer to prove a point. It helped people, when they wanted and needed it, and the meerkat clearly wasn't in the category. Not yet. Besides, Tanaka there was anything he could do right now, with Timon as frustrated as he was.

"I've heard your name a couple times, I suppose," Tanaka admitted. Mostly within Timon's own journals, which he'd looked into since their last encounter.

“You suppose? You can’t suppose. You either know my name or not. It’s as simple as that. Abbreviations don’t count. I mean, you could hear my name but it wouldn’t be me. Any Tim’s or Timmins doesn’t cut it.” Timon shook his head and, of all things, grinned at the man. “It was Tanaka, right? Before this whole thing you were helping the Resistance in taking down the Organization’s laboratories. At least, I think you were.” Who could forget a guy like him, even among the misfit others that had joined them? Tanaka stuck out like a sore thumb; he was one of the only normal ones. Not that the meerkat had been particularly focused on that sort of thing at the time.

“Have you seen or spoken with the General since then?” he asked.

The thought of sticking out for being normal would have caught Tanaka off guard. He was more used to people wondering what on earth the dancing man was doing out in public. Though, he wouldn't be able to deny, while he'd thought he'd seen nearly anything the world could dish out back in Yuuhi City, but Paixao was eager to prove just how much odder it could be.

"No..." For a resistance, they seemed to be awfully quiet as of late. Particularly in the midst of this kind of chaos. He would have thought more would be done... or maybe that was Tanaka's own inability to do anything keeping him from knowing what was happening. "I can't say I've had any sort of contact with him recently. Or much of the others."

A soft hum escaped him and he brought his paw to his chin. “You too, hu?” the meerkat asked. “I know I’ve been ‘gone’ for awhile but you’d think they’d try to make at least some sort of contact with me. With anyone, really. After the darkness took over the city especially. This is right up their alley. Maleficent, Hades and Jafar… As soon as they arrived the General and I were at city hall in the same day. It just doesn’t make any sense.” Timon frowned and looked past Tanaka in thought. Had something happened to the General in his absents? Had he finally got to go home? Or maybe… Maybe the Organization got to him. He hated to admit it but as though as the man was against the likes of Organization Thirteen alone he didn’t stand much of a chance.

Timon looked back up at the cheerleader worriedly. “Do you think something might have happened to the General… Or the others? I haven’t seen many of them around either. Maybe the Organization got to them too.”

Tanaka adjusted his glasses as he mulled over the thought himself. "It's possible. Though, they honestly seemed capable of taking care of themselves. This spell, whatever it is, isn't exactly helpful in terms of keeping contact with others." He mused, looking out the doors to the blackness. "Not to mention, the city is known to drop some people back out, as well."

He sighed and adjusted his hat. "I think our best bet may be to send a call out over the network and see who's even around. Not entirely subtle, but we should only be in the dark in so many ways."

Timon wasn’t ready to accept the idea the General could be gone. Not yet. The man had been there just as long as he had and that added up to quite an extended period of time. How could the General go home before he did? Why him? The meerkat made a sour face. No, was surely held up by something. That had to be it. Either he was out fighting Heartless, the Organization, or the residence at City Hall. That or he was plotting and building a new army of sorts… Although, during a time as this, he should have at least made some sort of contact.

“Hmpf. Yeah, right. Those guys had better have a good excuse for slacking off like this.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “I’ll throw a post up shortly. It’ll be helpful to know who’s still here and… Who’s not if we’re going to do anything about everything going on lately.” Timon paused. “I mean, if they are.” It was this kinda stuff that got him in trouble in the first place. “I’m not sure I want to get back into this kinda thing just yet. Couldn't hurt to ask though, right?"

Tanaka shook his head. If someone as important as the General had been taken away, it would be trouble. Tanaka was having enough trouble without the guidance of Doumeki from home, and he was proving increasingly incapable of giving his own instructions. This group needed organization.

"If you don't want to catch the attention of certain people, perhaps it would be better if I put up the question?" Tanaka had yet to really see what the Organization did to people who irked them, but he knew he wouldn't want someone to fall upon it twice.

He would have appreciated Tanaka’s offers a lot more if he had known the true reason behind it. But maybe it was for the best such things were never shared. If Timon’s true intent were to be exposed many of his plans would not only fall through but also receive him negative criticism, or at least worst than that he had already received. He sighed. “No, that’s alright. It’s probably for the best I do it, that way I’ll be able to get in contact with everyone and find out what they’ve been doing in all this time.”

The meerkat cleared his throat and looked up at the cheerleader. “Well, I should probably get going. I just wanted to stop by and… You know, about what happened earlier…” He said ‘thank you’ once already, Tanaka would not be getting it out of him again.

Tanaka regarded the meerkat thoughtfully, before conceding a small nod. "All right then. I'll hope we'll get plenty of good response." That was all he could do at this point, it seemed.

At Timon's second comment, he gave the animal a second look, before smiling faintly. "Of course. Thank you again, for your help that time." He gave his cap a tug of small salute. "I hope we can meet again under less stressful circumstances in the future."

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