action ][protects_herSeptember 10 2010, 16:42:40 UTC
[Lions belong in the woods, not on the beach. But it is dark, and Aslan's approach is silent; when Finnick does notice him, it's less that he heard him coming and more that some deep, inexplicable instinct drives him to look. When he spots the large silhouette moving toward him, his hand first slides through the sand, unconsciously reaching for a trident that isn't there. Then, searching blindly for any sort of weapon once this realization sinks in, his hand falls on a corner of his net and he quickly pulls it in toward him for a better grip, his eyes never leaving the shape in the shadows.
He is at much more of a disadvantage this time than he was the last time he fought a lion, even though the beach is his domain where the forest was the lion's. When it attacks--because of course it will attack, because why else would a lion come for him this way if not to attack--he will confound it with the net and run for the ocean, he decides grimly. A slim chance, to be sure, but it's the best one he has at the moment
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action ][protects_herSeptember 12 2010, 04:30:59 UTC
[He may be inexperienced with lions, but he's familiar enough with them to know that they're not much at home in the sea. Why, then, is this one heading into the ocean? He doesn't know. But what he does know is that something in him is urging him on, moving him to follow.
His feet are wet before he knows it; after a moment's hesitation, he continues to walk into the water.]
If it does, it's not on our side. The only magic I've ever seen is in what they're able to unleash.
Have you considered that perhaps you are the magic your side needs?
[No not the magic of capturing ladies' hearts, thanks, although maybe that applies anyway. It must look strange for a boy and a lion to have such a conversation while wading in the ocean. The waves are up to Aslan's chin now but he manages to tread his paws under the surf, perfectly at home here.]
action ][protects_herSeptember 12 2010, 04:46:25 UTC
[A strange pair they make, and stranger still that Finnick is finding it easier and easier to talk about such things. It seems nothing short of ridiculous, confiding in a lion--albeit, a very unusual lion--but the things he's saying are hardly secrets, and it's a relief to say them to someone.]
There's no magic in what I am.
[A puppet; a pawn. A tool to be used. A killer. When the water is deep enough to dive, he stops walking and switches to a confident stroke that keeps pace with Aslan's.]
action ][ BAH NOTIFSnevertameSeptember 12 2010, 07:04:16 UTC
I am going where I am needed.
[The implication for Finnick is for now, Aslan is no longer needed on the beach. Indeed the lion means to dive beneath the waves and when he does he is fast, as if his legs have tucked in and transformed into flippers. Perhaps they have. If Finnick is to look under the dark water maybe he spots a massive sea lion speeding away.]
action ][ /kicks them into submissionprotects_herSeptember 12 2010, 07:13:45 UTC
What in the--
[And he does dive under, though he's sure he must be seeing things by the glimpse he gets of Aslan's transformation. He doesn't try to catch the lion--sea lion, of course--and the water is too dark to see very clearly, but he stays beneath the surface and watches as dimly as he can until his breath runs out, and the need for air bids him back to the surface.
Magic. He'd told Ginny Weasley that it's hard to believe in something you can't see--and now he's seen it. So does he believe it, now?
Strange, he muses as he makes his way back toward the shore. Maybe the lion really does go where he's needed, after all.]
He is at much more of a disadvantage this time than he was the last time he fought a lion, even though the beach is his domain where the forest was the lion's. When it attacks--because of course it will attack, because why else would a lion come for him this way if not to attack--he will confound it with the net and run for the ocean, he decides grimly. A slim chance, to be sure, but it's the best one he has at the moment ( ... )
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His feet are wet before he knows it; after a moment's hesitation, he continues to walk into the water.]
If it does, it's not on our side. The only magic I've ever seen is in what they're able to unleash.
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[No not the magic of capturing ladies' hearts, thanks, although maybe that applies anyway. It must look strange for a boy and a lion to have such a conversation while wading in the ocean. The waves are up to Aslan's chin now but he manages to tread his paws under the surf, perfectly at home here.]
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There's no magic in what I am.
[A puppet; a pawn. A tool to be used. A killer. When the water is deep enough to dive, he stops walking and switches to a confident stroke that keeps pace with Aslan's.]
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How many like yourself do you know who would swim with a lion?
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[The unspoken implication is: and I am.]
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[Aslan dips his head below the waves as if ready to reach the ocean floor.]
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[He pauses in his stroke, treading water and watching. Strange enough to swim with a lion; does it mean to dive beneath the waves, too?]
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[The implication for Finnick is for now, Aslan is no longer needed on the beach. Indeed the lion means to dive beneath the waves and when he does he is fast, as if his legs have tucked in and transformed into flippers. Perhaps they have. If Finnick is to look under the dark water maybe he spots a massive sea lion speeding away.]
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[And he does dive under, though he's sure he must be seeing things by the glimpse he gets of Aslan's transformation. He doesn't try to catch the lion--sea lion, of course--and the water is too dark to see very clearly, but he stays beneath the surface and watches as dimly as he can until his breath runs out, and the need for air bids him back to the surface.
Magic. He'd told Ginny Weasley that it's hard to believe in something you can't see--and now he's seen it. So does he believe it, now?
Strange, he muses as he makes his way back toward the shore. Maybe the lion really does go where he's needed, after all.]
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