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[aslandish]

Who: Aslan (aslandish) and YOU!
When: February 13th through February 19th, day or night.
Where: All over the Port.
Summary: Even the gods themselves don't always walk unseen.
Warnings: None?
Notes: Permissions post is here! Please tag in with the time, sector, and specific location! Daytime threads will mostly be Aslan in his human form; nighttime threads and less populated areas like Sector 7 and the beach will likely be his lion form. If you have a preference, feel free to specify! Also, tag yourselves in!

[ A year and several months, not including the time spent in the world he calls his home. Though it is no great span of time for one who exists outside of it, he feels the days have been long, even for one such as himself.

Despite this, he finds he is content. There is something to be said for the work that he does. Whether is be an encouraging word by day, or a beacon by night, it is in the little things that he finds the most joy and happiness.

A true smile from one who was lost has ever been enough to warm his heart with the heat of a thousand suns. ]

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Monday, February 13th

[aslandish]

around the beaches

[returnsmagic]

[ Aurican is starting to take some changes to his original plan. He is starting to actually stroll out in his dragon form in less populated areas, to leave witnesses that yes, there is a dragon, and no, he will not hurt anyone.

These natives are used to many things, but a dragon isn't one of them. He will help their uneasiness.

So he takes a stroll on the beach, leaving beind massive footprints that will wash away by the chilly waves cresting gently on the pale shore. He is enjoying the view of the sky when he spots something familiar, and yet not familiar. ]

[aslandish]

[ He has spent many a long hour by the shores of the slate-gray sea. Out of nostalgia, or perhaps a subtle longing, but mostly, it is for the sound of it, the steady beating of waters upon the shore.

Today, he lets the waves lap at his paws, the chill dissipating (if only for a moment) as they touch.

When the other approaches, he tilts his head, considering the other with solemn, golden eyes. ]

during the day, around sector 4

[greenshift]

[ Jade still likes just walking around the place - probably a habit from all that time on her island, where all she has is the space within its confines to find ways to amuse herself - and also to get more of a feel for the place, get more used to the big city with all of its people and familiarize herself with what it has to offer. This perhaps isn't the safest strategy of a thirteen year old girl in a city like this, but she's avoided running into any trouble so far and isn't without a means to protect herself, so there it is. ]

[aslandish]

[ Not the smartest, perhaps, but doing so during the daylight hours is, at least, far safer than the alternative.

In his case, there is little to fear, but he exercises caution just the same, more for others' sake than his own. It's why he assumes this form, so he can walk in the midst of the population without disturbing them.

Today, though, he sits quietly on the side of a curb, watching the cars go by. A small kitten is huddled against his side. ]

Afternoon, Newcomer Memorial Center on the border of Sector 7

[paysdelamour]

[Francis lets out a soft sigh as he finishes cleaning up the grave markers. Mostly it was just pulling any weeds he noticed, and making sure that any dead flowers near the graves were removed. It made them look nicer. And somehow, he felt like those there would have appreciated it, even if he hadn't known them. And he was sure that those he knew would have appreciated it. Most of them, at least.

Now he was sitting quietly on one of the benches in the middle, facing toward the outer gate, and toward the markers for his Nation friends who had been there and had left. He debates pulling out a cigarette, then decides against it; now it's just a time of reflection, contemplation. He's not sure why he's lingering so long, he normally goes back home for a few hours before going to work. But now, he feels like this is where he needs to be at the moment. ]

[aslandish]

[ And there, in the distance, a glimmer of gold is faintly visible.

Do you investigate or no? ]

[olderthandirt]

[It is said that Destiny does not walk a path of his own, but that is only half-true. Destiny walks many paths and, although they are not his to tread, he has met the individuals whom tread their trails and weave their tales- influenced their decisions and guided them along their way.

But, sometimes he just walks, his book held before him as he traverses the landscape and reads from the Book of Souls. Even more rarely, he will walk this path with a friend.]

[aslandish]

[ And it just so happens, that on this day, the shape of said friend of that of a lion.

Padding silently through the woodlands of Sector 7, he falls in step beside the other, just like he's always been there. ]

Tuesday, February 14th

[aslandish]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer has changed in the past few weeks. Even the smile he gives Aslan has something callous in it.]

I haven't seen you in a while.

[aslandish]

[ He sits quietly on a park bench, an unassuming figure that many might fail to notice. A few birds hover about him, pecking diligently at the seed he has spread out for them.

It's a moment before he answers. ]

I have not been far.

[ He does not hide his presence from those who would seek him out. ]

Wednesday, February 15th

[aslandish]

Sector 7, Nightime

[that_is_asecret]

[Xellos was enjoying a nice sit in a tree at night. He had already gotten a good amount of miasma or negative emotion for the night, and was feeling relatively contented, and happy to just look up at the moon. He wasn't worried in the slightest about the monsters, he generally stayed out of their way, and he had yet to meet one which could actually hurt him]

[aslandish]

[ There are many creatures that roam the streets of the city at night, and though most are the stuff of nightmares, some are decidedly not.

A lion who shines with the light of the sun pads silently by, undeterred by the encroaching dark. Will you speak with him? ]

Around some Sector 7 woods, late morning

[hybrid_prodigy]

[Gohan has actually been in a pretty positive mood overall these past couple of weeks. Even so, he becomes reminded occasionally that his living situation might be a little precarious. It's hard, trying to please everyone.

[But today, he's just having some quiet time in the woods -- feeding and playing with any small animals that are braving the cooler temperatures.

[Though he eventually comes upon an animal that certainly isn't small. Lions don't tend to be tiny, after all. He instantly recognizes the warmth of presence, and he smiles.] Aslan.

[aslandish]

[ Quiet time in the woods is never something he finds amiss.

He smiles upon seeing the other. ]

Gohan.

Thursday, February 16th

[aslandish]

Thursday, February 16th

[gaveherwings]

The funny thing about the abundance of commercial holiday in this city-

People get crazed in celebration of them.

Instead of being told "The Time to Consume is Now!" it's packaged in so much inescapable sentimentality, and then the aftereffects of too much over-indulgence, filling the clinics, that Doctor Yumeno has barely caught a break to breathe and sit for a moment of personal thought alone since the weekend.

But he has that now, the space of a golden hour before siren, and a list of things, errands which could be rushed and taken care of today, which he forces out of the way to hold off for tomorrow.

The condo complex in Sector Three is not far from SPU campus- Daedalus finds himself walking there often. He's often mistaken at a glance for an attending student, which is why he slips in now and again to catch open lectures, and no one seems to notice or mind. They don't seem to mind where he goes so long as he's wearing his medical lanyard out, either, which is a convenience.

But there's none of that today, just a walk in the brisk weather to enjoy the strangeness of chill on his cheeks, and to take in that scent of the city which is never clean and sterile enough, but worth it for the sky overhead, which is white and overcast. Most would consider that bleak. For Daedalus, it means he doesn't have to fret for Re-l skipping sunblock lotion today.

Friday, February 17th

[aslandish]

late afternoon into early evening

[dawnward]

[He's on his way out of his apartment in his dark coat, ready for another night of training. He's had his share of working for the week and is more than ready to expel energy perfecting his technique. He won't wait around mindlessly until dark falls, though; instead, he goes walking, letting his feet carry him wherever.

Somewhere along Sector 7, in the grass and trees, he's sure he feels some sort of light nearby, familiar.

That's what he chooses to follow into the slowly encroaching dark. Even if it's not who he thinks it is, it never hurts to investigate.]

Saturday, February 18th

[aslandish]

[servingfather]

[Ever since the last Groundhog's Day Michael has made himself scarce around the city. Spending very little time in any one place outside of his job.

Today though, he has sought out the Jesus!Lion for something new to do. Michael doesn't want to talk about the fight he had with Lucifer or what happened with Magneto. He just wants the presence of someone who can sooth his ruffled feathers, so to speak.

So here he is, appearing on the beach near the lion before closing the distance by walking barefoot over the sand.]

Good evening, Aslan.

Sunday, February 19th

[aslandish]

Sector 4, daytime, park

[cruelwonder]

[Alice does, eventually, need a break from the children and from Jack and Sirius. She does love Jack quite a bit. Indeed, she loves spending a great deal of her time with him. But there are times, of course, when she needs to be alone...and she needs to watch the world through the shaded eyes of her madness.

She sits on the park bench and observes the overly large mushrooms that she knows aren't actually there, the odd creatures that can't really exist. And she feels rather ashamed to still be seeing them.

In her hands is Lizzie's key, her fingers running over the smooth metal. Her thoughts go out to her sister, and to Daniel, who's disappeared, as she sits alone in the quiet. It's peaceful; only a few people seem to be out and around. She doesn't begrudge their presence. If anything, they keep her grounded and remind her that she's not really in Wonderland. That's enough, she thinks.]