paixaorpg | Now Paixao has two princes with mother issues! [completed]

Character(s): Zuko
Content: Zuko enters Paixao
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: afternoon-ish?
Warnings: character with a disfiguring scar (guess I have to put this on every thread Zuko's in? XD kidding)

Zuko opened his eyes, the right eye swung awake swiftly, scanning the surroundings. The left slowly creeping open and stopping about halfway, stuck in a bitter squint.

Ice, everywhere, creeping up into the sky to make an arching gateway, this wasn’t the Earth Kingdom; it looked more like the North Pole, but that doesn’t make any sense, he was serving tea seconds ago in the middle of Ba Sing Se, which is about half the world away from the North Pole.

Thinking about it did little to calm his nerves; in fact the implausibility of it all only put him more on edge. How ever he got here, his back was to the ocean, so he didn’t have much choice but to move forward.

There was a small booth sitting just below the arches with a small line of people passing through. Cautiously, he approached the line, and as the line meandered forward, the booth. Zuko worried about being recognized from his last visit to the North Pole. After all, when he was here before countless hundreds died, including a member of the Water tribe’s high family. His hair and clothes were wholly different from what they were then, but the scar on his face remained the same as ever. It would only take one glance from the right person and he’d have every water-bender in the city trying to freeze him head to toe as a statue for Chief Arnook. He had to get out here now- “Name?”

“Uhm- What”, Zuko looked up from his thought, the line had already moved to him.

“Your name, please”, the man in the booth reiterated, he was blonde and blue eyed, not tan and brown eyed”

“This isn’t a Water-tribe village…”

“No, this is Paixao. What’s your name?” The man in the booth was obviously running out of patience.

“Where is Paixao?”

“On an Island, look, just give me your name and I’ll give you everything you need”

Zuko lied once again, saying his name was Li, but he’d gotten so used to the name it was practically his own name now.

The Greeter took a signature and handed Zuko a parcel filled with a strange book and a few pamphlets. “Welcome to Paixao, enjoy your stay.”

Confused, Zuko walked into the city, too baffled to deal with thinking about what nation he just gained passage into.