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[aslandish.livejournal.com]

WHO: Aslan and others
WHERE: Anywhere in the City.
WHEN: April 2nd.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: If you have need, He will answer.
FORMAT: Quicklog.

[There is a man walking the streets of the City today. His attire is worn, his appearance unassuming, and there is nothing to recommend him as he mingles with the rest. He passes by many in his wanderings, but there are only a few with whom he speaks.]


((ooc: Just as a heads up, Aslan is in his human form today so he will not be recognizable as anything more than a regular guy. His true nature is entirely under wraps, unless he chooses to let others know who he is. The same goes for his physical appearance; if you've seen or heard Liam Neeson him before, you may get a feeling of deja vu talking to him but not direct recognition unless he allows it.))

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[taughttolisten.livejournal.com]

[Fakir's busy being pounced by his friends, and Obi-Wan needs a little fresh air to clear his head. He's thinking he might head to the grocery store for some tea or aspirin or, really, anything he can get to make his young friend's recovery easier--

--and then he catches sight of something strange out of the corner of his eye, and has to stop.

There's a stranger moving along the street, and he can't help but think he knows the man. Something about the silhouette, the gait, the lean frame.]

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

[He knows when he's being watched, as well as by whom, and it just so happens the one to spot him is someone he knows very well. He doesn't address the man (doesn't need to), but rather continues as a regular pace.

He's open to conversation, but in order to receive, it is necessary to ask.]

[taughttolisten.livejournal.com]

[For a while he just follows, keeping a safe distance, but the longer he follows the more fully he realizes he knows the face. True, he can't quite understand why the memory seems so fogged, but...

...but it draws him forward, like a magnet pulling a compass needle, until he feels a word rise in his throat.]

Wait--

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

[He pauses at that, turning to look at the one who was following behind. It's too soon for recognition, but in time, it will happen.]

Is there something you need?

[The question is genuine, and there's no indication that he's offended or disturbed by being addressed by a 'stranger' on the streets. His voice is warm, and there's something invitational about it. That he'll listen, even when no one else will.]

[taughttolisten.livejournal.com]

[Obi-Wan hesitates--he's not sure how to proceed.]

I--I'm sorry, it's just--

[Well. Now he feels terrifically awkward.]

Have we met?

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

[The awkward doesn't bother him in the least. Time will ease the transition, as it does with all things. His tone doesn't change.]

Not like this.

[A brief pause.]

We've spoken before.

[taughttolisten.livejournal.com]

Ah--one of the other imPorts. [He makes a brief, respectful bow.] Ben Kenobi, at your service.

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

[He smiles briefly at the greeting, inclining his head slightly in turn.]

Ben Kenobi.

[He says the name with familiarity, as though they've already met.]

How does the day find you?

[littleprovolone.livejournal.com]

[ Mary's walking slowly back from the grocery store, lost in her surprisingly unhappy thoughts. She can't seem to stop thinking about what happened at the hospital, and Mr. Katurian, no matter how many of the suggestions given to her by the imPorts she's tried. She sighs, shakes her head and very nearly walks into an unassuming man. ]

Oh! Oh, excuse me, please.

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

[ For all that she nearly runs into him, the 'man' in question doesn't seem offended in the least. If anything, he seems gently amused, though not at her expense. ]

No harm done.

[littleprovolone.livejournal.com]

Are you all right? I'm awfully sorry, my head's kind of stuck in the clouds right now, sir.

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

[ He smiles at her. ]

I'm very well, thank you.

[ A beat. ]

Is something troubling you?

[ From anyone else, such a question might have seemed bizarre and out-of-the-blue from an absolute stranger, but he has an air about him that encourages trust. Devoid of malice or other negative intentions, he exudes calm and self-assurance. ]

[littleprovolone.livejournal.com]

Oh! No, I'm... it's just...

[ Mary, normally so quick to hide her negative emotions behind a cheery mask, who would never, ever think to burden a stranger with her troubles, finds herself smiling sheepishly. ]

Gosh, is it that obvious?

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

[ The smile remains, but there's a touch of solemnity to it now that wasn't there before. ]

You seem distracted.

Did something happen?

[littleprovolone.livejournal.com]

[ She blinked at him and puzzles for a bit. ]

Oh, gosh, I don't want to unburden my troubles on you, sir. I mean... it's over with and I should move on.

I'm terribly sorry, but have we met before? You seem awfully familiar.

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

One shouldn't have to bear such burdens alone, dear one.

[ His eyes crinkle as the veil begins to lift. ]

We've spoken before.

[littleprovolone.livejournal.com]

I suppose not, but honestly I'd rather help someone else with their problems than foist mine off on them.

We have, haven't we? Oh, gosh, where did we meet? Was it on the comms? I bet it was. Unless I met you at All That Jazz... no, that doesn't seem right...

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

I know.

[ He smiles again, and when he speaks, it's a voice she should know well. ]

Longer than that, dear one. I know you well.

[littleprovolone.livejournal.com]

[ What, exactly, is the proper etiquette for meeting a deity? Especially one you've worshiped since you were small? A squeak and falling to her knees seems like a pretty good start. ]

Aslan.

[masterous.livejournal.com]

[Have another "man" striding through the streets, his attire is new with that subdued/clean look of the rather expensive. He passes many too, but with his perception filter activated - rendering him not invisible, just unnoticed - this individual has no intention of speaking to any member of the shoddy masses ...]

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

feel free to ignore ... OMG WHY SO LATE

[masterous.livejournal.com]

[yes, there are those who are immune to his perception filter - who dare to openly notice the unnoticeable - and those, regardless of visible age, all receive the same scornful glare]

:3

[tinybutdeadly]

[As usual, Toph is wandering the City, something she does pretty much every afternoon, especially now that the weather has warmed up enough for her to do without shoes.

She scuffs her bare feet along the pavement as she walks, "watching" the people she passes.

The girl stops short in the path of one particular person who seems a bit different than the others, tilting her head up towards him.]

Don't I know you?

:>

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

[He pauses when he's addressed, looking down at the child with a smile that comes through in his voice.]

We've spoken before.

Re: :>

[tinybutdeadly]

Hah, I thought so!

[Beams up at him.]

Wandering around the City, then?

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

For the time being.

And yourself?

[tinybutdeadly]

Pretty much the same thing! I don't go to school, and people don't commit crimes as much in the afternoons, so I get bored.

[Totally walking with you now, Aslan-chan.]

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

[He is totally fine with this.]

Do you fight crime often?

[tinybutdeadly]

[Good, cause she's gonna stick to his side for a bit.]

Oh yeah! My team and I patrol pretty much every day.

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

[Jesus Lion is all about the kids, man.]

Sounds dangerous.

[A brief smile.]

You look after one another?

[tinybutdeadly]

Of course we do! I mean, sometimes I go patrolling alone but I can definitely handle it.

[Smiles up at him. She can't see his smile, but she can hear it.]

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Lyra's slipped out of school early today, and is walking along the street with Pantalaimon at her side- he's hidden behind an illusion, but Aslan can probably see through that. She's minding her own business today, on her way back from classes.]

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

[He can indeed see through it, and there's a solemnity to his countenance as he considers the child and soul. Acknowledging the pine marten wordlessly, he inclines his head when they pause at a light, meeting Pantalaimon's gaze with his own.]

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[When the understanding filters back to her that someone is looking at Pantalaimon, Lyra's attention snaps to the man before Pantalaimon even says 'Lyra, he can see me'- no one else is looking at Pantalaimon, so it isn't a failure of the illusion. She isn't frightened, by this exactly, but hesitant and very, very curious. Both girl and daemon take a step towards the man, and Lyra speaks- quietly and politely, but with certainty.]

You can see him.

<3 - say, around lunchtimeish?

[spacetimeguard.livejournal.com]

[Safeguard had an ok morning, helping out at Bakura's shop. He didn't mind it, as it gave him something to do, now that the designs for his and Vector's project was done, and completed. And that was a relief off his shoulders, for now. Though it did mean his mind turned more to other things.

As it was, he was heading to the Park, Sushi, tuna sushi, in hand, humming an old Gigantian song - the beat unlike anything on Earth - under his breath, and not really thinking about where he's going, either. So it's bound to happen that he's going to run into someone. ]

absolutely <3

[aslandish.livejournal.com]

[He sees it coming, but as before, he doesn't avoid it. He knows this one so when they run into each other, ruffles though he is, it doesn't seem to phase him much.]

Re: absolutely <3

[spacetimeguard.livejournal.com]

Ah - Sorry. [He looks sheepishly at the man, ducking his head a little.] I didn't see you, lost in thought. I'm so sorry.