Application: Scar (The Lion King)

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A stone room wasn't the ideal place to sun oneself, but Scar hardly noticed the difference. The bottom of Pride Rock, a stone floor, it wasn't all that different, really. Lying sprawled on his back, Scar twisted his head slightly to lazily glance around the room - upside-down in his vision - and blew out a morose sounding sigh, continuing to fan

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[2bking]

Simba's face lit up as he spotted a familiar mangy-looking lion lounging in the Sorting Room. He grinned and scampered across the room quickly, shouting, "Uncle Scar! Uncle Scar!" It was a huge relief to see another lion, and somebody he knew at that. This place was just crawling with humans, and while most of them had been nice, Simba had been feeling a little uneasy.

He slowed down to a stop in front of his uncle. "Wow, I can't believe you're here too! This is so cool."

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Groaning lowly under his breath, Scar wrinkled his nose briefly as Simba approached. The little runt had better not have heard anything about what he'd just said - there'd be questions. Heaving a sigh, Scar slumped down onto his side and peered at Simba.

"Cool is in the eye of the beholder, only nephew," he replied dryly.

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Simba laughed. "Whatever you say." He plopped down beside Scar with a smile.

"I thought it was you. I heard your voice, but I didn't think you could be here too. This place is nuts. It's a school for magic, and it's full of all these humans. Although, I met a girl who said she used to be a cat, and a rabbit too. He was weird." Simba shook his head and looked up at Scar.

It had been Scar providing those answers. He hadn't paid close attention to what it was saying, intent on locating the speaker instead. Still, he hadn't been able to miss some of the things his uncle had said.

"Um," he said, cocking his head to the side. "What did you mean about all that stuff. About it like, being easier to kill people and stuff?" He suspected it was just his uncle's bizarre sense of humor at work, but still.

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Even though he didn't outwardly react to the news of the place being full of humans and magic, Scar filed the information away for later use and possible exploitation. The news of a girl who used to be a cat was certainly interesting - not a thing Scar would ever try, he liked being a lion - but he'd heard stories of such things happening.

At Simba's question, Scar plastered a smile onto his face. His voice, when he spoke, was his recognizable condescending tone, though he used it all the time on Simba and the cub never appeared to notice.

"Oh, now don't you worry about that," he crooned, patting Simba on the head. "It's adult business, and I'm sure you'll understand in a few years when... you're King." Scar grimaced slightly. "It's like hunting. Hunting is easier when you're bigger - you know that, you're so clever."

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Simba was not wholly placated. He hated being told he'd understand when he was older.

"Right," he said, rolling his eyes. "Well, anyway. I'm glad you got here too. I bet we can find all sorts of cool stuff in this place. Maybe even cooler than the Elephant Graveyard." He grinned. "Yeah, I know I'm not supposed to bring that up again, but hey, Dad's not here! Like you said, it's our secret!"

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"Yes, our little secret," Scar smiled, and tried not to look like he was terribly pained at the idea. His whole plan was thwarted just by being here - though maybe he could still find a way to get rid of the cub while he was here.

Then again, going exploring might let him discover a place that would be ultimately fatal. Excellent. "I bet your father is worried sick," Scar put on a worried face. "Did you tell him where you were going?"

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Simba frowned and his ears drooped. "Well, no..." He glanced up at Scar. "But I didn't know I'd be coming here," he explained earnestly. I don't even know how I got here! I was just out taking a walk around the Pridelands. Zazu was with me."

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Scar flicked his tail, the lion equivalent of twitching in irritation. At least Zazu hadn't turned up as well - Scar would be hard pressed not to kill the bird.

"Well, since you're so grown up and all, I'm sure your father knows you're okay," Scar smirked slowly. "But, I'll keep an eye on you, hmm? Do my Uncle duties and let him know that you're okay. Just stick close to me, and Mufasa won't have to worry."

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"If I'm so grown up, then I don't need you to look after me!" Simba protested, indignant. "I can take care of myself."

He glanced at Scar, a bit apologetically. Scar was his Uncle and he knew he shouldn't be rude to him. "But we can hang out. I mean, I am your nephew after all." He smiled. "We've got to stick together."

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"Even grown ups need people to take care of them sometimes. Maybe if you had, you wouldn't have vanished away from the Pridelands like a puff of smoke," Scar reminded Simba, apparently kindly. Toying with emotions was so... fun.

And indeed, maybe there was some kind of Elephant Graveyard equivalent around here. The thought made Scar perk up a bit. "Of course we do. Lions in our pride, and all that."

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Simba's posture drooped again at Scar's suggestion that he had disappeared because no one had been taking care of him. Of course people were taking care of him, looking after him! His Dad would never have let anything bad happen to him. This place wasn't dangerous.

He looked up at Scar and nodded. "Maybe we'll get sorted together," he said, brightening slightly. "There are different Houses here. Hufflepuff is the boring people or the weird people. Ravenclaw is for smart people and Slythering is for sneaky people. I think. I hope I didn't get that mixed up." He paused, tilting his head to the side. "Well, anyway, then there's Gryffindor, which is for brave people. It's also the lion house, so we should go there. I heard there's already another lion there too."

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Scar only half-listened as Simba told him about the various Houses, and he huffed slightly in amusement. If he got sorted into Slytherin - which was likely - he'd have to spin some kind of tall tale about how they must have messed up the vote. He couldn't have anybody suspecting him. For all Simba knew, Scar was just a bored, malcontent who would never get the throne.

"Another lion? Who?" Scar knew it couldn't be anybody their land, otherwise Simba would know.

Vote: GRYFFINDOR

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"I don't know. No one told me his name, they just said there's another lion. I don't think he's from the Pridelands."

Simba shrugged.

"It'll be really cool, us three lions in the lion house."

On the other hand, however, Simba wasn't sure he wanted Scar always watching what he was doing over his shoulder. Scar was pretty cool for the most part and didn't try to be really bossy, but he was still a grown up, and therefore tended to be kind of a drag sometimes.

Re: Vote: GRYFFINDOR

[regicidalfeline]

"Mm-hmm," Scar hummed thoughtfully, already planning to make himself King of the... well, not the Pride, but the collection of lions. If this other lion claimed the title, he'd just have to be thrown out. In a less than pleasant way.

Filing away his violent little daydream for later, Scar prodded Simba with a paw. "Nothing for you to worry your little head over. I'm sure he's... nice. Now run along and play, I'm sure there's tons of exciting things around here."

Re: Vote: GRYFFINDOR

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Simba nodded and got up on all fours, scurrying away.

"Okay. Bye Uncle Scar!"