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Fairies Are Not Bugs! [Active]

Character(s): Tinkerbell, Timon
Content: Tinkerbell vs the furry striped jerk. GO!
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Morning, Week 34
Warnings: None.

Tinkerbell had resigned herself to the fact that she was in this strange new world without Peter Pan or the Lost Boys. Luckily, Sora was here and she'd already made a couple of good friends, but she felt a bit trapped. She wanted adventure, excitement! Fairies weren't meant to just sit idle on book shelves.

So flew out of her new home and out into the fresh air of the city, trailing golden dust behind her. She laughed as she shocked some of the townspeople, mischievously zooming into their vision or tugging a sleeve here and there. Eventually her flight pattern brought her to the park, the only place under the domes that had even a trace of the wildness she was used to -- and even that was carefully groomed and meticulous.

Hovering low over the grass, Tinkerbell made a lazy loop, trailing golden dust behind her before she landed gracefully.

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Breakfast that morning had been far from appetizing. The smell of burnt eggs and left Timon feeling nauseous, never mind the look of the runny pancakes that had fallen on his plate. How anyone could be expected to eat such a grotesque meal was a mystery. Personally, he would have preferred waffles but Vyers and used the last of the mix for his pathetic attempt at pancakes. As for any fruit he had harboured in the house, he had sparingly given it to Pumbaa leaving himself in hunger. He groaned at the thought as he walked though the park, dragging his feet as he walked. His stomach growled angrily at him.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m workin’ on it.” Timon grumbled to himself while he surveyed the park for the ice cream cart he frequented. He should have whined to Gwen to make him something or at least demanded Vyers take him out for breakfast. Then he wouldn’t have been in the predicament that he was. His stomach growled again, as though to agree with the thought. “Be quiet already!” he shouted, looking down at his stomach in frustration before suddenly sneezing.

Great, now he was catching a cold. Or, maybe, something had landed on him. The meerkats nose wrinkled as he took a closer look at what looked like some sort of dust that had fallen on him. He wasn’t quite sure what it was but when he looked up he could see a trail of it fall over the grass. He narrowed his eyes to find the source, just catching the glimmer of wings in the light as their owner disappeared into the grass. Could it have been… No, it couldn’t have. Could it? Timon began to follow the trail, starting with a walk that broke into a run once the idea that an insect had flown into the city came to mind.

The meerkat slowed again when he had closed the distance between them, moving down onto all fours to almost slither through the grass toward the unsuspecting fairy. He had managed to sneak just close enough to make out the winged figure when his stomach gave an impatient growl. That blew it. Feeling incredibly betrayed by his stomach, Timon leapt forward and reached out with both paws to pounce Tinkerbell.

Edited 2011-08-19 06:41 (UTC)

Hands on her hips, Tinkerbell looked up at the domed sky far above, considering what she should do next. But a sudden noise tripped all her instincts and she looked over her shoulder just in time to see a strange animal jumping right for her. Gasping, she flew just out of his reach, turning in the air kick out her dainty foot right into his nose.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing!?"

Not only had it seemed he’d missed his breakfast but also been struck on the nose by it. And, boy, had they ever socked him good. Timon’s nose was practically throbbing. Still spread flat against the ground where he had landed, the meerkat carefully reached to sooth his tender nose. Immediately, he winced and pulled away. Just what the heck was that thing? It hadn’t somehow stung him, had it? Was it poisonous? A moan escaped as he looked up, holding his nose.

“Ow,” he drew on with a long whine. “What did you have to go and do that for? I never hurt nobody. Oh- ouch!” Timon winced again and raised his nose for the… girl to see. He still could not tell what had hit him, other than that it was female and that explained a lot more than one would think. “Oh, my nose s’not bleedin’, is it?” he asked through a sniffle, worry ever evident in his voice. “I’m- I’m starting to feel faint. Everything is going dark.”

She'd been prepared for a fight, hovering on the air with her hands curled into fists...but now she slowly lowered her hands, blinking in absolute astonishment at the sight before her. "H-Hey..." Tinkerbell muttered, raising an eyebrow. "Um..." She glanced around before floating a little closer, bending to get a closer look at whatever damage might have been.

"You shouldn't have tried to sneak up on me like that!" If this was a predator, it was the weirdest predator she'd ever seen.

Unfortunately for Tinkerbell, he was also one of the more sneaky predators she’d have the misfortune of meeting. Between sniffling and drying his tears, the meerkat snuck a number of glances at the fairy, waiting ever so patiently for her to draw near. With the risk of her flying away, he would have to wait until she was close enough for him to snatch before pouncing again. It was sly and it was a little evil to trick her, but he was also hungry and she was the biggest bug he had ever seen. If he even managed to get her guard down he may have had better chance of grabbing her.

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” He replied, failing miserably when it came to stifling back more tears. “I just heard something and thought I’d… I’d… look.” With nothing at hand to blow his nose with, he sucked back what he could. He buried his face in his paws in shame, sneaking one last glance at the fairy to she was just within his reach. Timon sobbed into his hands, allowing time for Tinkerbell to draw even closer before he jumped up and reached to clasp her in both paws.

“Gotcha!”

Edited 2011-08-23 04:33 (UTC)

Ugh, this thing was leaking so much liquid it was disgusting. Making a face, Tinkerbell hesitated a little more before reaching out to pat his head in some vague attempt at comfort...

"What -- HEY!" When his paws attempted to grab hold again, she wasn't quick enough to dodge. Now squirming in his grasp and red-faced from anger as much as exertion, she kicked her little feet and winced as her wings were crushed uncomfortably. "You better let me go if you know what's good for you, you smelly...big-nosed...rat!" To accentuate her words, she chomped down on his paw as hard as she could.

The meerkat tilted his head to the side, examining what he had caught, curious more than anything else. Her protests were ignored as he turned her in his hold, wondering just what he had found. It was like some sort of little human, only it had wings. Part of him suspected her to be a toy like Woody or Bullseye but she felt warm compared to Woody. Her face was also getting awfully red. He hadn’t been holding her too tightly, had he? Timon loosened his hold. He didn’t want to hurt the thing, the idea of eating it less appealing by the second.

Smelly? Big-nosed? R-“AAAAGGGGHHHH!” Scratch that. He wanted it dead. Timon released his hold of Tinkerbell and cried out in pain. “I was gonna let you go!” Great, now his nose and paw hurt. “Stupid, little…” In frustration, he flailed his arms in the air, continuing to cry in both pain and annoyance. “Get back here!”

"Oh, please! This is another trick!" she shouted back, zooming in and out of his range like the angriest wasp. This wasn't the first time an animal had mistaken her for food but certainly the first time someone had tried to trick her like this. Glowing red, she continued to harass him...but one of his flailing arms caught her just as she was about to go in for another kick. With a wordless cry, Tinkerbell was knocked away and into the nearest bush.

Groaning, she sprawled over the twisting branches under a canopy of leaves, her golden glow shining even through the green.

Who would have thought his attempts to ward the riled pixie away would be so successful? However, he had not meant so much to swat her away as he did to just scare or catch her. He followed Tinkerbell to the bush he had knocked her into and pried back its branches to look inside. Even if she hadn’t her unmistakable glow, he would have found her easily enough. Years of experience tracking bugs came with more than one perk. Though, the pixie would have been anything but flattered to hear that.

“That’s what you get!” The meerkat snapped once he had found Tinkerbell. “I do not smell and my nose is not big, big, big!” Unless he had somehow acquired Pumbaa’s unique smell, Timon was confident he had his hygiene perfectly under control. As for his nose, there wasn't so much he could do about that.

Tinkerbell slowly sat up and struggled to her feet, only to fall down to her knees. So this was it, huh? This was how she was going to die, mistaken for lunch by an overgrown mouse with attitude. Sniffling back tears, she clenched her hands over her thighs and glared up at him.

"You just try to eat me! I'll kick you in the stomach from the inside!" She sniffled again, angrily scrubbing away her tears. One of her wings was misshapen and crumpled and her arm hung loosely at her side. "I'm not a bug and I'm not food! I didn't even do anything to you!" She picked up a berry from the branch she was on and flung it right between his eyes.

"And you may not be smelly but you sure are mean!"

Great, he’d made her cry. Not that she didn’t deserve it after she had made him do the same but part of him couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Timon could hear Pumbaa’s scolding now, how he couldn’t just leave her and had to take, ugh, ‘responsibility’. He rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. The berry she had thrown and successfully hit in the face with failed to make him look any more enthused as he moved closer.

“Yeah, yeah. Nothin’ I ain’t said before.” He told her and gently poked at the arm she no longer appeared to be using. “Are you hurt? I mean, can you move this?” He felt the need to clarify to because, at the moment, he really didn’t care to hear how she felt. Scared, angry, sad, it was bound to be one of the three. She didn’t appear to have any trouble voicing her frustration anyway. He frowned at the sight of her misshapen wing, knowing for a fact it would slow her down, if she could even still fly with it. What was he supposed to do about that?

All he wanted was something to eat, was that really too much to ask for?

Edited 2011-08-24 22:39 (UTC)

She was holding her head in her hand but now she looked up at him in shock. Slowly her expression changed to one of suspicion as she shied away from his touch. "Of course I'm hurt!" she snapped, looking over her shoulder at her wing. Wincing, Tinkerbell tried to flutter but she only got off the branch by an inch or so before she fell back down. "Oooh, look what you've done!"

Rubbing her sore arm, she sighed. "I can move this, but...how am I gonna get back to Sora's like this?" Suddenly she was struck with a bolt of inspiration. "Oh! I know! I'll just make you fly and then you can carry me!" Her excited smile turned back into a scowl as she whirled around to stomp towards him, pointing a dramatic finger at his nose with her good arm.

"You owe me!"

He could… What? Did she say fly? No, she couldn’t have. That was ridiculous. Maybe that was some sort of bitter joke. Though, the longer Timon waited for her to explain what she really had in mind the more serious he began to realize she was. He found himself just about cross eyed following the accusing finger she had pointed at him. The meerkat shook his head and raised his paws in defence, only to have the branches he had been holding snap back and slap him in the face. This was turning out to be a terrible day and it had yet to have even really started.

Crying out in pain, Timon bent the branches back once again once he had recovered. “What do you mean fly? In case you hadn’t noticed, meerkats don’t fly. Do you see any feathers here? No. If I were meant to fly, I’d have wings in the first place. I’ll take you where you need to go but it’ll be my way and that way is by foot. Absolutely no flying.”

Tinkerbell scoffed. "That'll take forever. You're not that much bigger than me. Look, it's really easy!" She moved her hands in front of her as if she were wrapping something very tight -- golden pixie dust generated in the open air, swirling into a sizable ball that she then lobbed at Timon.

"All it takes is some pixie dust and a happy thought!" She put dusted her hands off and placed them on her hips, smirking up at him. "Or are all meerkats are grumpy and sour as you?"

Timon shot Tinkerbell an offended look. Forever? He wasn’t that slow, regardless how much he complained about getting places taking just that, forever. They’d walk. Walking was good enough for everyone else, why did they have to be any different? The meerkat found himself asking that again when he found himself covered in the same golden dust that had lead him to the pixie earlier. Hunched awkwardly in place, he scrunched his nose at the mysterious dust. What. Was. This? Timon looked almost disgusted as he looked himself over. Hopefully ‘pixie dust’ wasn’t just another name for-

“They’re only grumpy and sour after being beat up by… by…!” Unable to finish his sentence, Timon let out a sneeze which caused him to let go of the branches he had been holding, again, and be slapped by them, again. There were no happy thoughts here. The angry growl from his stomach said that it agreed to the thought. Although, it did make him wonder what he could have been eating instead of carrying this lady back to Sora’s. Like, real pancakes with a mountain of fruit piled on top and whipped cream. Strawberries, grapes, bananas, kiwis, cantaloupe, maybe even a side of flies and… why could he no longer feel the ground?

Glancing down at his feet, he found them moving further away from the ground by the second. Immediately, he did the first thing he could think of, scream. “No, no! No! No, this is not happening. This is not real! This is just a dream.” Scrambling to find something to hold on to, he clung desperately onto one of the branches he had been holding prior. “Just a terrible, terrible dream.” He hugged the branch while his feet continued to pull upward. “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home!”

She watched him panic, a delighted grin on her face as he floated up. When he grabbed hold of a branch, Tinkerbell burst into laughter, arms over her stomach. "Looks like you had a happy thought after all! Don't be such a baby, you'll be fine!" She hopped over onto his back and grabbed hold of his ears, cheering.

"Let go of the branch! It's time to fly!" She leaned over his head and grinned upside down into his face. "If you do, I'll get you some food at Sora's. Promise."

“I am not letting go of this branch.” He said firmly, wincing when she grabbed his ears. “What if I just float all the way to the top of the… circle thingy?” The dome. “Then how am I gonna get down? I won’t let go. Absolutely not. Nope. Not happening. No way. Nev-“ Timon’s stomach interrupted him, growling with frustration. The meerkat groaned in return. He was really hungry, to the point he almost didn’t care what it took to get a meal. Almost.

“Alright,” Timon gave a sigh in defeat. “I’ll… let go.” And grab hold something else. If he could make it there simply by pulling himself, it wouldn’t be as bad. Though, walking still would have been a wiser decision. He reached out and grabbed at the grass, taking in a handful to pull himself forward, then another. Unfortunately, the meerkat did not get nearly as far as he had hoped by this method, the grass ripping right out from the ground. Panic quickly took wind of the meerkat once again.

“No! My- I - I don’t have anything to hold on to!” He flailed around in the air, more than enough to embarrass the both of them. “I can’t reach…!”

She continued to laugh at his panic, finding it all to be absolutely ridiculous. Most people loved to be able to fly! This -- what did he call himself before? Meerkat? -- this meerkat really seemed like such a stick in the mud. But her amusement was cut short as he flailed in the air and she nearly lost her balance on his back. "H-Hey! Just...relax!" She climbed over and grabbed hold of his face, forcing him to look at her, nose to nose.

"You aren't going to fall! Nothing bad is gonna happen!" She had a hard time hovering in space, her bad wing making her imbalanced -- she had to clutch to Timon or fall to the grass he'd only recently so desperately tried to cling to. "You have to let go. I can teach you how to land and everything, but not if you don't relax!"

“Relax?” Timon repeated in disbelief. “You expect me to relax when I’m…!” Dumb enough to look down, for one. The meerkat let out a yelp and tried to reach for ground beyond his reach as he ascended higher into the air. “Where’s the nearest stop?” he whined, “I can’t do this. I don’t want to fly!” It may have only taken some pixie dust and a happy thought to make him fly but to make him want to was entirely something else. “How do I get down?”

"Just aim down and move your arms!" she said, exasperated by the whole situation. "It's like swimming for you creatures without wings." As she spoke, Timon was already sinking slowly to the ground anyway, his happy thought overridden by his fear and misery. She sighed heavily, using her hand to brush off what remained of the pixie dust in his fur. "Look, you're okay. Open your eyes! We're on the ground!"

To prove it, she hopped off of him and landed on the ground before him, turning to face him with a highly unimpressed expression, arms folded.

If not for Tinkerbell’s exasperated look, Timon would have dropped onto his knees and begun hugging the ground with joy. “What?” he asked, as though he had been accused of something. “I said I didn’t want to. Don’t give me that look. We’ll still get there, even if we walk.” His stomach felt the need to pipe up again at this, the meerkat casting it a dirty look in return.

“You got no room to talk!” he shouted. “It’s your fault I’m in this mess in the first place.” Jabbing his stomach in the side, it gave an angry growl in response. “No! We’re not doing it.” Again, his stomach gave a low growl, this time causing Timon to hunch over and hold his stomach. “But it’s so high up.” He whined, at this point it clear the meerkat had been having a full on conversation with his stomach. “I can’t-” The growl that escaped his stomach next could have easily been mistaken to that of a lions, the sound enough to even startle Timon. “Okay, okay. I’ll do it!”

Without warning, he took hold of Tinkerbell’s wrist and turned to her. “How do I get up again?”

Her contempt faded into confused amusement as she watched him berate his own stomach. He was a little funny, she had to give him that much. Even if he wasn't meaning to be funny. She wasn't even all that mad at him anymore, though she still fully intended to remind him of her injured wing again. When he grasped her wrist suddenly, her eyes widened and she immediately frowned again.

"Huh?" Oh...wait. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "...have a happy thought, like I said. You really want to try flying again?"

“Not at all.” He admitted. “But I’m hungry and you’re… hurt.” Which had clearly been his fault. It hadn’t bothered him before, but he had begun to think about it and felt guilt for his actions. “We’re not getting anywhere standing here. As much as I wish we were.” Timon muttered the last bit to himself before trying to conjure a happy thought. Surprisingly enough, it was not as difficult as one would think – though Timon was sure to lose it as easily as he had the last. Tinkerbell was in for an uncomfortable ride.

“I might know someone who can fix your wing after we get you back to Sora’s. The kid ain’t as handy when it comes to medicine as he with Heartless.”

She was lifted up as he rose up in the air, still holding on to her wrist. She grinned and sprinkled a little more pixie dust on top of his head, more gently than her previous bombardment. "That's it! You're doing it!" Tinkerbell laughed, looking down at the grass below them. "Now all you have to do is push forward..."

Looking back up at him, she smiled. "Thanks! That'd be really helpful. What's your name, anyway?"

Regardless of Tinkerbell’s encouraging words, discomfort could not be more evident on the meerkats face. Where many would have taken joy in the activity, Timon did not and it was as simple as that. He tried not to think so much about what he had been doing and focus on swimming. That’s what she had said to do, hadn’t she? Though, the pixie had likely been thinking of something a little different than the ridiculous looking dog paddle Timon had begun doing. But it at least had them moving.

“Don’t thank me yet, lady.” After all, this had been his doing. If anything, he should have been apologizing. “I still don’t know if I’ll get us there alive. If I don’t make it, make sure they sing ballads of my great valour in the face of danger. Or maybe use peril, in the face of great peril. Yeah, that sounds cooler. And it’s Timon.”

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