[Riq Selmure]

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WHAM.

A long trail of dust spiralled into the afternoon sky after a furry figure settled into immobility after tumbling head-over-paws down a steep slope leading up to a now-deserted watering hole punctuated only by the distant chirruping of fleeing gazelle. The furry heap stirred, dragged itself back into a standing posture, and slunk forwards with a distinct limp plaguing a hind leg.
The Hyena (And of the Striped variety, no less) dropped onto it's belly at the edge of the water with a dull 'thud' and lapped sulkily at the H2O pooling around its paws.

"Well how the dilly was I supposed to know giggling at a Lion was offensive?! I mean... GOSH. Dorkus needs to lean a flippin' sense of humor--"

It seemed spontaneous teleportation was one area of Nobody specialties Riq had yet to understand or master, judging from the fact she was far too tired to notice or care about her predicament. The street performer-turned-villain had no clue how or when she happened to get here, but tired of the novelty quickly; home would be a nice destination about now.
No longer a girl, but rudely stuffed into the fuzzy body of a Striped Hyena, Selmure still bore little telltale hints of her former self-- facial markings on her brow hinted at the outline of goggles while her fur was in interesting almost-pink hue. Only the rebellious tuft of..er...'bangs' and mane kept a more vivid rose/roan colour.
Her big yellow eyes glared moodily at a cricket perched on a pebble a few inches away.

"It's not my fault I gotta have a quick chortle now and then, now is it?"

In fact, she seemed to have the urge to break down into hysterics at the drop of a hat. Maybe all this random-poof-er-oonie-ism was starting to get to her.
The cricket chirped half-heartedly and scooted a little further away from the Hyena, turning to face the other way.

Riq exhaled noisily through her teeth and buried her muzzle under her paws.

.....maybe it was time to see a psychiatrist.

[Leon]

It wasn’t the first time that the magic that ran through his body had been manipulated like this; on any world in which he required some kind of magic to blend in, or obey by the rules, the latent forces that he got from his GFs and from Griever’s very direct presence in his body warped him and allowed him to blend in, moderately well. As one brown paw came down on the cricket, Leon wondered if he loved or hated this form. In a way it reminded him too much of Griever, but at the same time… it was him! He was what he had always envisioned Griever as, now.

Over five hundred pounds, eight feet tall on his hind legs and with fur that was coloured like his hair, Leon’s underside was an off-white, not unlike his collar. Around his snout and under it was also off-white; each toe also was coloured similarly. A red stain was present on his left fore leg, resembling the Griever symbol he wore, and his necklace hung about his neck like a collar. On his tail was his ring, swaying with it but never slipping. The ugly red scar was present too, between his eyes and running diagonally. The biggest thing that set him aside, other than his sheer alpha dominance was the red wings on his beck. There were two, but they were rather small. Definitely not big enough to lift him – yet. He knew that he could use a similar technique to SeeD Limitbreaking to give the wings larger size and magical strength to lift him.

Staring at the Hyena who’s scent he recognized, somehow, Leon dipped his head and drank from the water hole. Shooting the Hyena a look, the lion stretched out, crossed its mighty paws and then yawned as if being here was just an inconvenience. “Hello, Riq,” he said calmly, his voice slightly deeper than his human voice and with even more a purr that – had he used it in his human voice – would send women swooning. It just give the impressed he was looking to have a hyena sandwich here, however.

His unnaturally bright blue eyes zoned in on the girl, and a short chortle escaped his maw, before he stood up again and stretched, every vigorously worked lion muscle bulging and stretching. If needs be, Leon could probably bring down an elephant with his magic and his over-developed muscles and inhuman – or inlion – strength. GF’s were a thing he was glad to have, although he kept them all to himself. It was important that they didn’t fall into the wrong hands – the idea of Bahamut or Leviathan in the hands of a creature like Maleficent was… troubling.

“Tell me,” he purred, suddenly, glancing at the hyena. Unlike Sora, Donald or Goofy, there was no weapon about Leon’s person. Which could be worrying for anyone that took him lightly. “Is that you in there, or your Nobody? I much rather desire to put up with the annoying whiney one, than the egotistical crazy one.” He meant the words only half-jokingly – because he didn’t know which was which, to be honest. He wondered if even Riq did.

[Riq Selmure]

Riq's big yellow eyes widened after doom in the shape of a lion paw came down from the heavens, and acting upon some sort of twisted supreme holy will, promptly squished her counsellor-slash-psychiatrist.
Silence reigned for several seconds as the scrawny Hyena's jaw dropped and she stared between her own canine paws at where the cricket disappeared as if the world just ended.

"YOU SQUISHED MY SYMPATHETIC LISTENER!"

Without as much as an 'excuse me', Riq batted his paw off the rock and stared glumly at the miscoloured mess that once upon a time was her makeshift mental doctor....cricket thingy.
Great. Now she would never know if she was insane. All because of one geekus Lion with a clutzmeister syndrome a mile wide and a continent long. Just peachy keen.

........................................waitasec. A talking lion that knew her name?
That could only mean...

"Maybe eating those mushrooms in Wonderland wasn't such a good idea."

She mused, gnawing her bottom lip with sharp teeth.

"Butthenagaineatingitkindagotmehere,nowdidn'tit?"


Muttering away to herself, Riq resumed slouching in a furry heap whilst off in her own little world; only one word out of five coming through in a torrent of grumbling. It seemed whilst in Wonderland she had happened across a patch of mushrooms with pastel colouring, taken them as some sort of foreign candy, and ate them all without checking in with one of the natives first. Well... her vision went a little funny and all, and she passed out, but the bottom line was somehow she got from there to here without concious thought.

And what the fudgemonkeys was a Nobody?