Day 48: Courtyard
"I could tell you some stories," Yuffie suggested brightly, "of unquestionable legality." Illegality, that was. Petty little things like the law didn't usually mean very much to her, except for the times when she had to uphold it. Always fun for the breaking, though, the law, and messy for the clean-up. Just the way she liked it
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Be as it may, he had little choice but to accept this 'sweatshirt' (or whatever they called it) and the nurse's help in putting it on, which was an incredibly annoying experience altogether. Not one entirely unfamiliar to him considering the aftermath of shower shifts or even those excursions to Doyleton, but nonetheless something that did little to improve Scar's mood. But eventually, the former lion could finally go outside. Predictably, the nurse saw fit to drag him over to another individual lying on a patch of grass near the pond. After being warned to be 'nice', the nurse wandered off to bother another patient.
With a roll of his eyes, Scar sat down on the grass, not quite caring if he sat in a 'normal' human position or not as he merely picked something remotely comfortable. He cast a glance to the fellow he was stuck with right now. It was hardly anyone he recognized, though he took note of the red yet oddly-shaped mane and the scar over where one of his eyes should have been.
"Good morning, I suppose," came the dry greeting. There, he had made an effort. Somewhat.
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"Suppose," he repeated, with a nod. "Yes." There was something about the man, he wasn't sure what though. Just something.... odd. Nanaki brushed it aside, all humans are odd.
Nanaki mirrored the man's position. He supposed it was comfortable in an unsettling way. It was as though his body remembered the shape and turn of his limbs.
"Have you been here long?" he asked. The creature seemed resigned to this place, to new people.
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The question made Scar pause slightly. The days tended to blend into one another after a while, making it difficult to say how long he had been here precisely. But it was a frequent conversational topic, however. At least not as bad as small talk of the weather...
"I'd say about three weeks already," the king said eventually. And he could have sworn that it seemed so much longer. "How about you?"
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"I arrived yesterday afternoon," he explained, getting up again, on all fours. He reached out his arms on the ground, pulling back in a long luxurious stretch before shaking it off and sitting on his feet. It wasn't so bad if he put his arms out straight and leaned against them.
"It's a very peculiar place," he pointed out.
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There was something oddly familiar with the way the boy moved. And stretched. Atop of that, he had yet to observe any humans doing such movements. Not that he cared the way they stretched or moved or whatever, and he could hardly be called an expert, but it was still something that seemed...familiar. Something that definitely belonged to something that possessed four legs rather than two. Scar blinked. Perhaps...
"Were you something other than human before you arrived here, by any chance?" he asked, seemingly out of the blue. It certainly wouldn't be the first one other than himself...
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"Uh-" Nanaki cleared his throat. "I'm not used to this body yet," he explained. "... are you something else?" He refused to think that he was no longer what he was. He was... just.... not physically...
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"It'd be worrisome if you were, I suppose," Scar offered. Even he wasn't completely used to this body yet, and he didn't plan to get used more than absolutely necessary. It wasn't like he'd look like a hairless monkey forever...
"I am a lion."
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"One with fur, four legs, claws and a tail," he deadpanned. "I am from a savannah called the Pride Lands, not that I expect you to know where that is." Unless he was from the Pride Lands or had heard from it one way or another, though his response would be clear enough were that the case. Still, he asked:
"How about your species?"
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The creature was also sarcastic. Wonderful.
"I don't," he said, with a shake of his head. It was a shame, such a huge shame. "My species is difficult to explain and no longer carries a name with it. But I have been likened to lions in the past." He shrugged, it was an awkward movement, however.
"How old are you?" he asked. For a huma, he looked like an adult, a real one.
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"Any particular reason why my age is so interesting?" he asked. "Let's say spring has passed about eight times ever since I was born, if you're so curious." Funny enough, this individual happened to be the first to ask about his age. The former lion had to wonder how the question was relevant to their talk of species, but perhaps he enjoyed hopping to different subjects.
"So do you have a name, or are you as nameless as your species?" he asked. This was almost starting to seem like a mutual cross examination, like a new question in exchange for an answer. "I am called Scar."
[OOC: Age has never been canonly stated, but I figured about 8 years old is pretty reasonable.]
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Nanaki stared, blankly. It was hard to tell he was fuming until he growled 'Eight?'. That was hardly fair! Only eight years old and he looked like an adult. Here was Nanaki with 49 springs and he was not only treated like a child, but he LOOKED like one now too. "I... I think they made a mistake," he said, stiffly. "Your species must age quickly."
Nanaki relaxed a little, trying a new sitting position. "The nurses are calling me Nathan, I don't really care either way. Were you always called Scar?" he asked, looking at the man's, well, scar.
[Sorry for the difficult questions. I can always edit them out XD]
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Oddly enough, Scar's age seemed to provoke some sort of fuming reaction. Short-lived, but still there. "Ages quickly compared to what, precisely?" He asked with a questioning expression.
"And I was actually referring to whatever you were called before arriving here," Scar pointed out flatly. "Whatever the nurses provide is denied out of principle, naturally." Unless he actually was as nameless as his own species.
"What do you think? Are there creatures born with scars in your world, or are parents generally able to somehow predict their offspring will receive one or more sooner or later?" And in case 'Nameless' here was of the particular idiotic sort, that meant 'no, he hadn't always been called Scar'. And no, he didn't plan on sharing the details regarding the event that lead to his renaming. No one needed to know of his foolishness, or what he had been called previously. Hnn.
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"Compared to humans who, compared to me, age rather quickly too," he said, a little sadness creeping into his voice. "I suppose it doesn't matter, if I was going to have them change this body, I'd want my own back in any case." It just wouldn't have hurt for them to let him appear older. Even if this was the equivalent, he wasn't a child... He was smarter than humans.
"I was called many things, but I suppose, for arguments sake, you may call me Nanaki."
His eyes narrowed a little at the continued sarcasm. "I was simply wondering what your name was before you received the scar and trying to ask politely." If he was anything like his parents, the eventuality of a scar would be easy to predict.
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"What is the general life span of a human, then?" he asked curiously. "And that of your species?"
So, he had a name. And about time Nanaki here began mentioning it. Regarding his: "Whatever I had been called before I received my namesake is of no importance," Scar merely answered. He certainly didn't plan on telling.
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He didn't want to talk about his own lifespan. It had been the cause of great distress for a while now. "There's no certainty about my species. It's just.... longer."
That was no fair. Nanaki told the lion his name.
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