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[awfuladventure]

[Peter had most definitely been a bit quiet these past few weeks. For the most part, he'd been doing things that most young boys would do... explore a little bit, play with objects he found around campus, and relaxing with his pan pipes. Yet even with his sense of adventure, Peter had flown few places

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[baredambitions]

[It was a glorious day out, the sun was blazing just enough to remind Scar of the savannah, and yet there is a boy on his rock.

Well, this was unacceptable.

Scar pads over to Peter and recognizes him as the boy who had nearly separated his ears from his head as he soared over him -- by what means, Scar couldn't imagine. He'd never seen a human fly before. So in addition to breaking the rules of gravity, Peter was now breaking the unspoken rule regarding his rock, and, well, no matter how downtrodden the boy looked, he was about to become more so.]

What are you doing?

[awfuladventure]

[Peter pulled down his pipes and looked with awe at a massive beast. Had the creature just spoken to him? He scrambled up and put his hands on his hips, doing his best to look his most intimidating, adventurous, and brave self.]

Well, see... I was playing my pipes. This rock seemed like a good place to do so, Mister Lion.

[baredambitions]

[Nice try, Peter. You're about as gangly as they come; Scar's more easily unsettled by a young wildebeest.]

Scar, actually. You do know that this rock has been claimed, correct?

[awfuladventure]

It has?

[Oh, poor Peter. He has nooooo idea.]

[fearthefool]

[Clopin has been enjoying the sun on his regular spot on the roof when he saw Peter come in for a landing on Scar's rock.

Flying children are always a source of interest, so Clopin scaled the building and hurried over to the rock]

You're the flying boy- the one who knows Captain Hook. What's your name?

[awfuladventure]

Oh, I recognize you. I just haven't said hello yet!

[Peter does a childish imitation of a bow, taking his hat off and flourishing it before him.]

Peter Pan! Nice ta meet ya. Who're you?

[fearthefool]

[Clopin smiles at Peter's amateur flourish, then sweeps off his own, bows himself in half, and springs back up]

Clopin Trouillefou, King of the Truands, successor to the Grand Coesre, supreme ruler of the Kingdom of Argot and the occasional Duke of Little Egypt!

[awfuladventure]

[Peter nods at each title, wide-eyed and a bit lost.]

That sounds impressive. You must be important! Do you play games where you're from?