http://lionessofwar.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lionessofwar.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2011-03-10 03:32 pm

Another lion is exactly what Paixao needed [Active/Open]

Character(s): Vitani, and whoever finds her
Content: Vitani is trying to familiarize herself with her new surroundings
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: Afternoon,
Warnings: None
Since it's her intro log, I'm gonna go ahead and mark it as multi-thread "party-style"

Then again, it wasn't often she suddenly ended up in a entirely new place, with no idea of how she got there. Vitani had at one time acted as a scout, she knew her directions, where she had come from, how to get back, but Paixao was something entirely new. So, what better thing to do than explore a bit, look around and see what she can find? Which should someone happen to run into her, is exactly what she's doing.

Walking along the streets, she stays out of the way, along the curbs of the walks ways she goes down. Best to not be too conspicuous. She occasionally pauses, sometimes because something like the shiney leaves of the plants caught her eye or because someone walking by got a bit too close for her liking. But then it's only a second before she's wandering around again, just as curious and cautious as before.

After a while, though, she finds a spot to sit down, tired of walking. So, Vitani simply rests a bit, taking a deep breath to try to locate a familiar scent and sighing somewhat irritably when she can find none.

[personal profile] thescaronhisface 2011-03-10 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Muspelheim, Muspelheim...

Kovu glanced over the map in the journal again to make sure he was going in the right direction, then finally started walking in that direction after checking about twenty times. The map was kind of weird, and it was confusing to use sometimes--especially since Kovu wasn't very used to it in the first place. He almost wondered how Vitani'd had such an easy time of figuring it out, but it wasn't like she'd bother telling him if he asked anyway, so he figured it would probably be best to forget about it. Not like it made any difference, anyway.

He put his nose up to the air to try to catch a whiff of her scent as she was getting close, or any smells of the Outlands or the Pride Lands. Timon, Pumbaa, and Simba were still easy to smell, but they lived around here, so that only made sense. He wasn't picking up any traces of his sister, though--but thankfully, he didn't smell anything of Scar or Zira in this area either. With any luck, it would be a while before he'd have to face either of them.

After what Vitani was saying on the journal, he was almost looking forward to meeting her. It sounded like she was...well, he didn't even really know how to put it. She had always been quick to berate him over just about anything, though of course Nuka had gotten most of the abuse. Kovu had gotten "special treatment" for being the Chosen One...not that it really had made things any better for him.

As he kept walking and letting his thoughts stray to the way things had been in the Outlands, he picked up on a scent that was definitely not normal. After a few seconds, he was sure, and headed in the direction of his sister. He couldn't see her yet, but even under the domes there was still enough of a breeze to carry her scent on the wind.

There she was, sitting, left well alone by the crowds, who had by now taken such a disliking to Scar and Zira that it seemed every lion would receive some space as they walked around the city. Kovu almost approached her first, but he couldn't get himself to. Something tugged at him and held him back. He couldn't even get himself to shout her name so she knew he was there. He just...stayed where he was, and stared at her, trying to summon up the courage to say something.
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[personal profile] thescaronhisface 2011-03-11 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
That was....not the reaction Kovu was expecting. He blinked a couple times and his jaw dropped before he was really able to say anything. He stared hard at his sister, trying to figure out what insane thing must have happened to make her excited at the prospect of seeing him.

"Uh...hi..." He looked down at her, much the way he had when he first met Kiara after they'd grown up. All those things Vitani had said over the journals had to be true...she really did smell like she'd been in the Pride Lands, and it wasn't just a passing scent, either. She had to have been there for a while for the scent to linger like that.

Other than those couple of words though, he was speechless. What was he even supposed to say to her? Nothing would really make sense, and they'd already talked about a lot of things on the journals, so...
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[personal profile] thescaronhisface 2011-03-11 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I am so not the one who's acting strange," Kovu answered, wondering if someone had knocked his sister on the head or something. "Since when were you ever nice to me? Or happy to see me?"

At least Vitani wasn't the first one from their world whose memories didn't match up. Scar, Simba, and Nala didn't have a clue who he and Kiara were at all, and Simba didn't know who Zira was either. That meant that Vitani could definitely remember a lot more things happening than he did, and it made sense. Well...some of it, anyway.
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[personal profile] thescaronhisface 2011-03-11 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Kovu pulled back as Vitani got closer, wincing a little. "What do you mean my scar? What are you talking about?"

It didn't make him happy that she was looking at his left eye when she asked. He'd been mistaken for Scar before...what was going to happen that would give him that same shameful mark?
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[personal profile] thescaronhisface 2011-03-11 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
That hit home harder this time than it had over the journals, hearing it face to face. "Mother..and Nuka..." Kovu didn't know what to think. He'd never...He didn't like his brother very much, and his mother was...well, she was crazy, but...he would never want them to...

He looked down at his paws, letting out a long breath. "How did...how did all of that happen? Or...will...since I haven't gone through it yet." He wasn't sure he wanted the answer, but maybe it would help explain some things. Like how Vitani was suddenly so much more...well...normal.

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Hi! Have another lion!

[identity profile] canfinallyroar.livejournal.com 2011-03-12 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Simba sulked around the city of Paixao, lost in his thoughts. It seemed like lost souls were popping up and disappearing everywhere. Things have certainly seemed to have become complicated at his stay in this strange place, and Simba really didn't like it. He often found himself missing his old life of Hakuna Matata, and old nightmares merged with new ones now, making sleep almost impossible. If only there was a way to get away from it all, even just a moment...

Simba didn't know when he got to Muspelheim. All he did know was that a strange scent was in the air. No doubt a lion, but one he had yet to encounter. Could it be Zira, perhaps? Simba tensed and looked around, spotting a lioness not too far off. No, it couldn't be her. Surely, she would have sniffed him out and attacked him by now instead of sitting around. He stayed rooted to the spot, indecisive about whether or not he should try to sneak away for confront the lioness.

\o/

[identity profile] canfinallyroar.livejournal.com 2011-03-12 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Nope. Definitely not Zira. Though he hadn't met up with her in person, Simba had spoken with her over the journals, and this lioness certainly spoke differently than her, though there was a similar rough sound to her voice.

He rose an eyebrow when she called him by name though. Someone else from his 'future,' or did word spread about him that fast? "Hi...I'm supposed to know you, aren't I?"

[identity profile] canfinallyroar.livejournal.com 2011-03-13 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Say what now?!

Simba couldn't really remember Kovu mentioning that he had any siblings. He'd have to whack him in the head at some other time for that...

"Zira?!" Simba took a step back, but saw no animosity from Vitani. He hesitated, but stayed put. Perhaps she had the same feeling towards her mother that Kovu did? "You don't...uhm...act like your mom..." For Simba's sake, he hope she took that as a compliment, though his voice obviously showed that he wasn't about to put any trust in her at the moment.

[identity profile] canfinallyroar.livejournal.com 2011-03-14 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
An awkward silence fell on Simba. It seemed she really didn't want to discuss her mother, though with the way he mentioned her, he wasn't surprised. "She arrived here not too long ago." He lay down and placed his head on his paws. "I don't know what her problem is, but she really doesn't like me." That was the understatement of the century.

Anyway, time to change the subject, yes? "I guess you're Kovu's sister then?"

This will be continuing off from the first subthread. :)

[identity profile] jakethetigerboy.livejournal.com 2011-03-13 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
A thirty minute train ride wasn't that bad. It would take much longer walking all the way over to the gate. At about halfway to Muspelheim, he spent most of the time thinking how crazy it has been between him and Marco. How could he be in two different places at the same time, back home and at Paixao? It just wasn't possible. Besides, he showed Marco that he had no chimpanzee morph. All the speculation about his memories or some of his morphing being blocked was just a little too much to take in, on top of all the odd stuff going on in this city.

He also thought about Vitani, of course. He was sure this lioness (or perhaps an actress in a huge furry lioness costume) wasn't responsible for killing an innocent woman. She just arrived to Paixao. This wasn't really of his business, but he wondered if Vitani would know who was responsible in spite of that.

Maybe it was a better idea to not bring it up. It would cause him to stay longer than necessary. If he was out too long, Marco would no doubt go looking for him, in gorilla morph most likely.

Just chill, and not get so close. Everything should be fine, he told himself. Vitani sounded civil over the journal network. She seemed to accept his help without any objection.

Jake stepped off the train with the potato sack in hand. He had to shake all the dust out and find a pair of scissors to make handles. The gate itself was just a little farther. Walking and looking for either a nutcase or the actual lion from an animation he vaguely remembered didn't feel so suspicious in a place that had Illusion-Fog and people walking around with literally no hearts. That sort of thing must have happened a lot in this bizarro world.

...As he saw the big and open gate entrance looming above some buildings ahead of him, he moved through a crowd of the native blonde citizens he dubbed as "Nobles" for only how they dressed. They weren't actually noble in the slightest sense. Jake didn't pay any attention to them or what they were talking about, as they paid no attention to him. In heading past the line of shops and other places he recognized, he believed he heard Vitani's voice. Barely. Jake stopped, as he saw not just an actual lioness, but a male lion with her.

They're real. They sure looked like African big cats all right, as he looked surprised in standing several feet away from them. They were speaking in words, not roaring--what about, he felt unable to guess at.
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[personal profile] thescaronhisface 2011-03-13 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah...that's pretty much it, I guess. Do you want to go back with me and meet with Kiara? You two should probably catch up too." Kovu stood and turned to lead Vitani, but stopped when he smelled a human. Before all that stuff on the journals that his Mother had caused, maybe he would have just walked right by without worrying. But this guy was staring straight at both of them.

Kovu planted his front paws firmly on the ground and bared his teeth.

[identity profile] jakethetigerboy.livejournal.com 2011-03-13 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Mostly, his gaze was on the male lion who was looking pissed. Not good. The lioness--Vitani, had to be--spoke to him warily. He certainly recognized her voice.

He nodded to her, his own voice not with him during that very moment. The sack he found for her could be easily seen, as he was holding it in front of him. ...I somehow doubt she'll let me become lunch meat. From what he first noticed, they looked like they seemed to know each other.

That didn't mean he couldn't unglue his concerned focus on the unknown lion--that might have looked a little familiar. The mane on the guy lion looked as dark as a certain villainous lion Timon had mentioned was here. The body fur too. Yet, for the sake of staying alive, assuming anything wouldn't be wise.

"So...who's your friend," Jake asked, not even trying to conceal the nervousness in his voice. He's been in several terrifying situations, but the risk of being attacked by a male lion while exposed as his true self happens to be way worse than being around a kid as a male lion while transformed into a Siberian Tiger.
Edited 2011-03-13 23:40 (UTC)

[personal profile] thescaronhisface 2011-03-13 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Kovu's gaze flicked over to Vitani when she said a name, and then he backed up a few steps when the human responded. At least this was one human he wouldn't have to worry about. Any lion could smell how scared he was from a mile away.

"I'm Kovu," he answered, even though Vitani was the one who'd been asked the question. He was slowly letting himself relax, but he was still on edge. He'd heard about some really weird stuff that some of these humans could do over the journals, and that kept him wary.

[identity profile] jakethetigerboy.livejournal.com 2011-03-14 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Jake relaxed, at about a hair. The fact that they were talking was a little better, rather than having to try and outrun the both of them.

He felt a slight smile coming on, and it felt weird to him. That nervousness around Kovu in particular wasn't going away just yet. This was partially because of his respect toward the big cats. And seeing the amusement on Vitani's expression? Well, Vitani never exactly has seen a human before. Jake had a guess as to what she could be thinking; how odd and weak looking he was by appearance in contrast to herself.

And how is it that he couldn't be falling over without having a tail to balance himself? Ax, a very bizarre cross between a blue horse, human, and a scorpion, had pondered aloud about that before.

"That's good. You have family around here... Some familiarity is better than none." He ignored how slightly higher than usual his speech sounded. "Nice to meet you, Kovu."

He let the potato sack drop to the ground between him and both lions. "This should be of some use to you, Vitani. Make some things a little easier in Paixao."
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[personal profile] thescaronhisface 2011-03-14 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Speak for yourself," Kovu muttered under his breath. This place would be far better for him if his mother had never shown up. And Scar...was definitely worse. It still felt really weird to him to think of Vitani herself as family, but then...family meant something much different in the Outlands than what everyone else seemed to know.

He looked at the bag Jake put on the ground. "What's that for?"

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