Relaxation's the Name of the Game [Active]
Character(s): Pumbaa, open to everyone else
Content: Pumbaa enters the city
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Late afternoon/early evening
Warnings: ...Pumbaa smells? >.>
Pumbaa didn't really know where he'd woken up, but there was definitely something different about it. Something he couldn't quite place his hoof on. Was it the ground? No...that was covered in grass like it always was. His tail? No...the tuft of black fur was right where it was supposed to be.
"Wait! Where did all the trees go?" The warthog bounced back and forth on his legs, looking around quickly. There was nothing but grass here. Grass, and a really, really big rock, that had a hole with a bunch of monkey-looking guys lined up to go in. They should know where he was, right? But...there was a crowd there...
"Um, excuse me?" he asked of the first one in the line he got to. "Can you tell me where we are?" The monkey-thing twitched his nose, then quickly covered it, making a motion as if he were about to hurl. Pumbaa's ears and tail drooped, and he looked toward the ground. "...Oops...Sorry."
A few minutes later, he was at the head of the line...and starting to get very nervous, being around so many other animals all at the same time. He jumped when someone said "Welcome to Paixao" and handed him a little black box-y thing.
"Th-thanks," he said, taking it in his mouth. He trotted slowly inside. "I wonder what this thing is. And where did Timon and Simba go?" He looked around, but all he saw were really big rocks everywhere, and they were all weird and square-shaped, too. There were more square-shaped holes in them that were shiny. The ground was all flat and hard and black, that didn't make sense either.
And...the crowds. Pumbaa swallowed hard, and searched frantically for a less congested area.
Content: Pumbaa enters the city
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Late afternoon/early evening
Warnings: ...Pumbaa smells? >.>
Pumbaa didn't really know where he'd woken up, but there was definitely something different about it. Something he couldn't quite place his hoof on. Was it the ground? No...that was covered in grass like it always was. His tail? No...the tuft of black fur was right where it was supposed to be.
"Wait! Where did all the trees go?" The warthog bounced back and forth on his legs, looking around quickly. There was nothing but grass here. Grass, and a really, really big rock, that had a hole with a bunch of monkey-looking guys lined up to go in. They should know where he was, right? But...there was a crowd there...
"Um, excuse me?" he asked of the first one in the line he got to. "Can you tell me where we are?" The monkey-thing twitched his nose, then quickly covered it, making a motion as if he were about to hurl. Pumbaa's ears and tail drooped, and he looked toward the ground. "...Oops...Sorry."
A few minutes later, he was at the head of the line...and starting to get very nervous, being around so many other animals all at the same time. He jumped when someone said "Welcome to Paixao" and handed him a little black box-y thing.
"Th-thanks," he said, taking it in his mouth. He trotted slowly inside. "I wonder what this thing is. And where did Timon and Simba go?" He looked around, but all he saw were really big rocks everywhere, and they were all weird and square-shaped, too. There were more square-shaped holes in them that were shiny. The ground was all flat and hard and black, that didn't make sense either.
And...the crowds. Pumbaa swallowed hard, and searched frantically for a less congested area.