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Post by SIMBA on Sept 29, 2012 22:29:01 GMT -5
ooc: i am SO glad i skyped this to you, because i thought i saved it, and apparently i didn't xD
"Aw, but Daaaadd." Simba sighed in exasperation, scrunching up his nose at the bad -because it was a bad- idea. And there he'd almost thought he could get away before the ever-familiar "take Zazu with you!" It wasn't even fair! He was the lion. He was the future king of the jungle. Zazu wasn't even bigger than him! If they did into any trouble, he'd be the one who'd have to fend it off while Zazu, what, flew back to get help? By the time they showed up, he'd have scared off everyone all by himself. And besides, it didn't matter, because nothing eeeever happened. Zazu would just spend the whole time complaining that he had better things to do than watch Simba run around, and then complain about... everything else, and Simba would complain about Zazu complaining, and all of Pride Rock would have to listen. "Zazu's no fun."
Mufasa gave him a 'behave' sort of look. He grumbled "it's true" under his breath (not too quietly for his dad to catch it thought and chuckle). But it was! Zazu wouldn't know fun if it hit him on the beak, let along how to go out and find it. Resigned to waiting for the stupid bird, Simba crouched down in the grass. Close to the ground.. don't make a sound.. He stared menacingly at an unsuspecting insect on a rock and prowled forward...and it flew away. So... maybe it was a little more expecting than he'd thought. He flopped down. He never got to do anyything fun. Nala was busy with the other female lions and he was bored. He didn't even know where he wanted to go, only that he'd have to get rid of birdbrain before he could go there. And before he could do that, Zazu needed to show up.
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Post by ZAZU on Sept 29, 2012 23:03:59 GMT -5
Zazu was a bird. He was small, defenseless, and the last option Mufasa should have had as a protector of any sort. The truth was, if anything happened, Zazu was more likely to get ripped in half than he was of actually helping Simba in any way. Somehow, though, the bird was continually being ordered to go babysit a lion. It wasn’t even a normal, smart, responsible kid. He was overconfident and basically believed that he could get away with anything. To say that he was disobedient when it came to Zazu was an understatement. Simba’s--- yes, Sir. There was no use in trying to persuade Mufasa. That would be like cute little squirrel with fuzzy tail versus big giant UPS truck. Instead of arguing, Zazu took his snooty, intelligent English (Yea, English accent in Africa, no idea where that came from) self and flew out of Pride Rock looking for Simba.
When he spotted Simba, he saw the lion attempt, and fail, at pouncing on an insect. You know, if you can’t catch one of them, there’s no way you’ll be able to get bigger game. That sentence was brought to you by Zazu, your neighborhood optimist. It wasn’t like he had much to be happy about at the moment. He wasn’t happy about his plans for the day, and he knew Simba wasn’t happy, so they weren’t going to sit around and pretend they were. Young Master, I expect that there’ll be no trouble from you today. Where did you plan on going? I’m sure you’ll enjoy one of the approved, safe places—the water hole is beautiful this time of day. The bird flew from the ground, hovering over Simba as he gestured away from Pride Rock. Whenever you’re ready. Let’s get on with it.
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Post by SIMBA on Sept 30, 2012 1:46:00 GMT -5
Finally Zazu showed up. Just in time to comment about- hey! "Nu-uh." he protested. "The bigger game is easy. I don't need to catch flying bugs. I wasn't trying." He COULD have caught it, if he really wanted it. (Yeah, sure, totally, uh huh.) Simba had half a mind to try and pounce Zazu in the air where he was. He really didn't know what his father saw in the resident worry-wart know-nothing. If he didn't know better, he'd say that his father made Zazu follow him around in opes of helping Zazu develop a sense of adventure. If that was true, he had a LOT of work to do.
Th bird started going off about where they were going, and all Simba heard was Blah, blah blah, blah blah blah blah, blah. Blah. "I dunno. I was actually thinking about going to the Outlands." Of course, he wasn't REALLY, but he thought joking about it would ruffle up Zazu's feathers. "The water hole is boring. I want to go somewhere new. Like the mountains." Nobody ever said explicitly that theey COULDN'T go there. And he never said explicitly what he considered a mountain. Ignoring Zazu's comment, Simba started walking away further away from Pride Rock. Now, he needed to put his plan in action. And first, he needed a distraction. "So, Zazu, what exactly is your job?" he asked "conversationally", knowing that would get him talking. |
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Post by ZAZU on Sept 30, 2012 15:16:29 GMT -5
Simba, of course, had a defensive response. Now, Zazu wasn’t one to judge, but he was pretty sure Simba had no idea what he was talking about. You weren’t trying. My mist—Watch it!. Clearly, Simba was paying no attention to what he was saying, as always. The lion leapt up and tried to pounce Zazu, causing the bird to quickly fly just high enough to be..well.. too high for Simba to reach. You, sir, have no manners. You don’t just go around pouncing everything that breathes. Well, Simba did. He was always restless and needing to show how much of a tough lion he really was. According to Zazu, the hairball had a lot to learn.
Simba proceeded to backtalk Zazu, which he did not appreciate in the least bit. Very funny. You know very well how dangerous that would be. Your father would have a fit if he found out you’d gone there. Not that Simba would get very far into the Outlands—Zazu would have no choice but to go let someone know where Simba was going. The water hole is safe. Maybe if you had more of an imagination, it wouldn’t be such a bore. The mountains, being far from Pride Rock, did not sound like a smart idea. The problem was, that wasn’t technically against Mufasa’s rules, so Zazu had no argument for that idea. The mountains? Simba, and then he stopped, not really knowing what he could say to change Simba’s mind. There probably wasn’t something he could say, and he was a bird. It wasn’t like he could hold Simba back. The lion, as they were walking, started conversation suspiciously, but the bird didn’t catch on. My job is whatever your father says my job is.. mostly to keep you out of trouble, which you make incredibly difficult. It was clear that the bird was following behind Simba’s lead against his will.
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Post by SIMBA on Oct 2, 2012 1:18:53 GMT -5
Simba grinned in satisfaction at Zazu's flustering. You don’t just go around pouncing everything that breathes. Certainly, he begged to differ. Pouncing was both a way to show endearment AND a way to get dinner- it certainly wasn't his fault that bird fit into neither category. (Maybe if they were a little less uptight they'd be more likable. They had no hope for dinner. Feathers- yuck!)
"You'd have a bigger fit.." The lion scoffed to himself (out loud, actually, but you know what I mean). His father didn't have fits. He was (usually) reasonable. Zazu on the other hand, well he'd be running his mouth in no time about everything that could (and was extremely unlikely to) go wrong. And Simba wasn't going to hear a word of it. "Why Imagine fun when we can have actual fun?" Exactly. The mountains seemed like a perfect place to go, and even Zazu the harbinger of bad rules couldn't think of a reason to argue.
"Really? So you don't actually do anything?" He pried, not entirely disinterested really- it was funny to think that he was an obstical in the birds success. (Something they had in common after all!) "No wonder you think the watering hole's fun. If I were you I'd have quit already." Of course, Simba probably never would have gotten anywhere with a job that required him to take orders. Let along having to deal with someone like himself. (Although, two of him would be fun.. so long as they had someone like Zazu to harass). he glanced at the mountain pass growing closer. "Hey Zazu, wanna race?" |
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