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

[lionessofwar.livejournal.com]

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.

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[thescaronhisface]

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.

Hi! Have another lion!

[canfinallyroar.livejournal.com]

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.

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

[jakethetigerboy.livejournal.com]

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.