Application: Scar (The Lion King)

[regicidalfeline]

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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[chaotic_miles]

Miles did a double take as he looked around the sorting room. Hmmm. Talking wildlife was... definitely not something he had encountered every day.

Still, he approached Scar, standing well out of reach. "Hello!" he said brightly. "How do you feel about evil clowns?"

[regicidalfeline]

Scar also did a bit of a double take, frowning incredulously. It was a human. Were there more around here? They'd better not be in the business of poaching, he'd heard all about that, thank you very much. He liked his fur where it was.

"Considering I don't even know what they are, I should hardly think I have an opinion," Scar said drolly, eyeing Miles warily. "Care to enlighten me? I'd be so delighted."

[chaotic_miles]

"Apparently evil clowns are a problem," explained Miles. "So I'm doing some recruiting. I figure Hogwarts needs a decent fighting force should the clowns attack, and you look... fearsome enough for the job."

[regicidalfeline]

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Scar smiled slowly, even though he supposed that if they were 'evil' he should really be on their side. "What do they do, these... evil clowns? If they're trying for royalty, I might just consider lending my help."

[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."

[regicidalfeline]

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.

[2bking]

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.

[regicidalfeline]

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."

[sidney_reilly]

"Animals lower on the food chain..." Reilly stroked his chin. "Are you familiar with a breed of dog called a Rottweiler, by any chance?"

[regicidalfeline]

"If by familiar you mean if I've met one, then no, thankfully not," Scar replied, obviously confused (and a lot more annoyed) with being asked yet more questions. "I've heard of them, however. Nasty creatures."

[sidney_reilly]

"There is one here I tend to think the world could stand being rid of. The pet of another student. That was one of your bribe offers, was it not?" He arched an eyebrow.

[regicidalfeline]

While the idea of an animal being a pet made Scar twist his face in disgust, he didn't mind the idea of killing. That was in his repertoire. "Delighted to, dear fellow," he answered, smiling silkily. "I have to sharpen my claws at some point, after all."

[ka_click]

"Services, eh?" Says the Bunny ona ledge. "I could go with a debt owed."

[regicidalfeline]

"Depends what kind of debt owed, my lapine friend," Scar answered lazily. "I'm not typically in the business of keeping my word, you know."

[ka_click]

"Doesn't matter." Bun-bun gives a toothy grin. They may not be pointed, but it's still eerie. "Whats yer name, puddy tat?"

[regicidalfeline]

Scar just lifted his lip in a scowl, even though he knew it was quite obvious that this rabbit wouldn't be deterred. Pity. "That also depends on who you ask. I'm sure yours is something ridiculous like 'Fluffy', if you were owned by a human."

[torn_krimson]

Torn frowned. "The problem with killing your way to the top is that it encourages others to do the same." Not that some people seem to need it, but still. "And passing down stories tends to change them. It's easier to have both; that way, you always have a backup."

[regicidalfeline]

Sniffing disdainfully, Scar turned a rather haughty stare on Torn. "Oh, my day is made so much brighter by being brought to the awareness that other people have differing opinions to mine," he replied drolly.

"Killing your way to the top works if you're the strongest, and stories can always do with a little bit of change. Makes them more exciting. Real life is so dreadfully dull," he added.

[torn_krimson]

Torn tried to return the stare, but had to look away. "Yeah, but once you get there, you're always fighting off attacks from below when you should be running the place. And if your life is dull, it obviously hasn't worked anyway."