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Character(s): Pumbaa and Flonne (and maybe Quina can jump in?)
Content: Flonne meets up with Pumbaa to help him find his way around the city
Setting: Starting at Niflheim, working toward...somewhere?
Time: Right after this thread
Warnings: Um...yeah...we've got Pumbaa and Flonne in the same place at the same time. I'm so sorry, Paixao.

Pumbaa was more than content to sit and wait for Flonne to come along and meet him. It was so nice of her to offer to help him like that, even when she didn't know him at all! And she was doing it for Timon too, so she had to be a good person!

That Loki guy was really nice too. He'd showed Pumbaa how to use the journal without even asking for anything back. And he didn't mind (much?) how Pumbaa smelled, either. The warthog had only been here for a little while, and he was already making new friends! He hoped this Flonne person was really fun, that would make it even better! But his rumbling stomach was reminding him that he hadn't had anything to eat yet today...he'd have to ask Flonne if she knew where there were any good bugs to eat.

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Laharl hadn't seemed very pleased that Flonne was going to go out and help Pumbaa, but then again, he rarely seemed pleased by anything these days. Still too tired to do much to deter her, he'd grudgingly gave her directions to where Timon was staying, along with the insistence that she not take too long, that she hurry back. He didn't say why, but she knew it was because the threat of the Organization, specifically Larxene, was never far from his mind.

But she had to help Pumbaa! He seemed so kind on the network, if a little odd. And she'd never met a talking pig before. Well, there was Hoggmeiser and his son, but they were demons, not actual pigs. Would Pumbaa be like them at all? He didn't seem the greedy sort...

Before long, she arrived at Niflheim, breathing a little hard from her hurried pace. There he was, waiting patiently for her! She stepped closer...and was immediately assaulted by a very distinct odor. Her steps faltered a bit and a wave of dizziness got her wobbling for a moment, but she recovered in record time. "P-Pumbaa-san?" she called, smiling. "I'm Flonne! Sorry you had to wait!" She stopped in front of him and bowed slightly in greeting, her devil tail swaying with the motion.

"Hey!" Pumbaa shouted excitedly, forgetting his hunger for the moment. Flonne looked kind of like the same animal as Loki, except that she had a tail. She was just as bright and cheerful as she sounded.

He smiled up at her. "Oh, I wasn't waiting for very long! Was the walk here nice?" To Pumbaa, more time waiting just meant more time to figure out what all these strange rock-things were. Of course, that didn't mean he'd made any progress.

The smile that widened over his face immediately was immediately endearing to Flonne. Her eyes sparkled as she was momentarily struck by how cute he was -- an opinion probably not shared by many, though she wouldn't know this. "It was very nice, thank you!" She turned slightly to take stock of their surroundings. It was incredibly lucky Pumbaa had her to look out for him. A little pig like him would get lost so easily by himself!

"Do you have any questions about the city?"

"Uh...I don't really know anything about this place at all," Pumbaa said, stepping back and forth nervously. He looked at different things as he fidgeted, including the really weird rocks on the ground.

"Everything looks like it's made of rocks, but I've never seen rocks that look like any of these before..."

Quina, completely unaware that Naveen had disappeared, was searching for the poor frog. It was determined to make its friend Zidane the greatest meal ever, and what could be better than pure succulent frog?

And so it was making its way up the street, asking various locals where it saw an animal. Sadly, the people of Paixao did not appear to know what it was talking about and so it would sigh and try to ask the next person.

It had yet to notice Flonne and Pumbaa.

Flonne looked around as well, her index finger resting thoughtfully on her chin. She supposed to a pig like Pumbaa might not be used to things like houses and buildings and such. She smiled her most reassuring smile. "Oh! Well, these are houses. People live inside them! They're usually very nice inside, full of comfy things to sit and sleep on. And the walls keep out bad things!" She looked down at the street below them, a random pattern of cobblestones. "And this is a road. People make these to travel easier!" She turned slightly, caught up in her desire to improve Pumbaa's mind and gestured grandly towards Quina.

"And that's...!" She froze, the pleasant smile stuck on her face. She had no idea what that was!

"Neat!" Pumbaa looked and sounded just as excited as Flonne, and it wasn't hard for him to match her enthusiasm. "I can't wait to see the inside of one!" The idea of a road was simple, and he followed her gaze to the weird biped who was standing around a little ways away. It was asking people something, but Pumbaa couldn't hear what about.

He waited patiently for Flonne to finish her sentence, then his expression fell. "You don't know what that is, do you?"

The strange creature ambled past without so much a glance in their direction as Flonne continued to stand in place. "U-um...no. I don't," she said quietly, watching as Quina disappeared into the crowd.

Recovering slightly, she turned to face Pumbaa and started walking. "But, you know, that's just how it is here, I've found. Sometimes you think you'll know everything there is about this place, but then something will come along that will surprise you! It's a new adventure every day!"

"Ooo, it's been a long time since I've been on an adventure!" Finding a home with Timon definitely counted, though.

Pumbaa watched the weird creature too, until it was gone. "I wonder if they were friendly," he said, ever the optimist. "It's too bad we won't get to meet. What other kinds of surprising things are there?"

The warthog's enthusiasm knew few bounds, at least when it came to things that were so new. It had been a long time since he'd been so excited, and Timon was here, too! This place was going to be great!

Flonne smiled, Pumbaa's enthusiasm infectious. "Well, there's all kind of people from different places here. Some have a lot of power, like being able to fly or shoot fire or create things out of nothing!" She turned a corner, smiling at any native that happened to look their way.

"And there are some dangerous creatures here called Heartless. You need to watch out for those." She glanced down at the warthog. "Can you fight, Pumbaa-san? Do you have any special powers?"

"Special powers...?" Pumbaa was thoughtful. Explaining that was always so awkward...

"Well...it's special all right...and...it's pretty powerful..." The warthog looked far more embarrassed than anything else, and he was feeling suddenly very self-conscious surrounded by all these people. He shuffled back and forth on his front legs a little, frowning a bit.

"I don't know how good it would be for fighting, though..." It would probably be a good idea to mention that before Flonne got any ideas like Timon had gotten...

She tilted her head, watching Pumbaa. He didn't seem keen on talking about his special power, which she supposed she could understand. Not everyone liked to talk about such things, after all. "Oh, it's alright. As long as you have some way to defend yourself! Heartless are pretty resilient sometimes. They're these shadowy things with yellow eyes...I've been told they can consume your heart if you aren't careful. I still don't understand a lot about them, but Timon-san can probably tell you more. He's been here a lot longer than I have."

As she spoke, Flonne led Pumbaa through the streets at a leisurely pace.

The warthog followed behind Flonne, trying to figure out for a minute what she was talking about. "I'll be sure to ask him as soon as I see him," he said, sounding proud of his bestest best friend. "I can't wait to see him!"

The slow walk was good for Pumbaa to look around, but after a while it all started to look the same, really. All these buildings were a lot alike, and there weren't really any big landmarks.

"How much further do you think we have to go?" He wasn't asking because he was getting tired--not yet--but because he was curious. If it was too much further, then he'd ask because he was getting tired.

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Hope you don't mind me jumping in here, guys!

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