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paixaorpg2010-03-26 04:43 am
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Missing Something [Active]
Character(s): Zuko, open to anyone else
Content: Prince Zuko arrives
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Twilight
Warnings: ...Zuko's temper, lots of angst, and...oh yeah...FIRE.
"I'M ANGRY AT MYSELF!!!!" A huge burst of flame flared up from the fire, washing Zuko in bright light and intense heat. But when the fire fell, it wasn't night time. And Zuko wasn't on the beach anymore. Mai and Ty Lee and Azula were nowhere in sight, either. "What?" he asked the empty air.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" he shouted, just as loud as before. "Where am I?!" The questions both fell silent, hardly even echoing across the empty field that surrounded him, and the massive walls that faced him. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Flames accompanied his scream of anguish, engulfing him and everything around him in a colossal wave of fire. The grass under his feet was scorched black, and even some of the earth. He fell to his knees, striking the ground with both fists angrily, as if somehow it could help him feel better. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?!" he yelled, flames spouting up as he repeatedly struck the ground in agony.
He just sat there for a minute, crying and beating the ground uselessly, until finally he looked around. In front of him was a large gate, and a small line of people going in. It reminded him of Ba Sing Se.
Ba Sing Se...and Uncle...and the Avatar. His face screwed up into a grimace as he thought of that stupid tea shop, and having to help his uncle run it. Uncle had been the one in the wrong! It wasn't Zuko's fault that he'd turned traitor, and hadn't helped defeat the Avatar when Azula snuck into the city. Zuko had done the right thing to help her fight Aang, he knew it! So why was he still so angry?! But he'd already burned a scar into the earth here. It wouldn't do him any good to lose his temper again...so he took a deep breath, just like Uncle had showed him.
"I guess...there's nothing better to do..." He joined the line, trying not to jostle anyone but quick to threaten any of them who jostled him.
Content: Prince Zuko arrives
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Twilight
Warnings: ...Zuko's temper, lots of angst, and...oh yeah...FIRE.
"I'M ANGRY AT MYSELF!!!!" A huge burst of flame flared up from the fire, washing Zuko in bright light and intense heat. But when the fire fell, it wasn't night time. And Zuko wasn't on the beach anymore. Mai and Ty Lee and Azula were nowhere in sight, either. "What?" he asked the empty air.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" he shouted, just as loud as before. "Where am I?!" The questions both fell silent, hardly even echoing across the empty field that surrounded him, and the massive walls that faced him. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Flames accompanied his scream of anguish, engulfing him and everything around him in a colossal wave of fire. The grass under his feet was scorched black, and even some of the earth. He fell to his knees, striking the ground with both fists angrily, as if somehow it could help him feel better. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?!" he yelled, flames spouting up as he repeatedly struck the ground in agony.
He just sat there for a minute, crying and beating the ground uselessly, until finally he looked around. In front of him was a large gate, and a small line of people going in. It reminded him of Ba Sing Se.
Ba Sing Se...and Uncle...and the Avatar. His face screwed up into a grimace as he thought of that stupid tea shop, and having to help his uncle run it. Uncle had been the one in the wrong! It wasn't Zuko's fault that he'd turned traitor, and hadn't helped defeat the Avatar when Azula snuck into the city. Zuko had done the right thing to help her fight Aang, he knew it! So why was he still so angry?! But he'd already burned a scar into the earth here. It wouldn't do him any good to lose his temper again...so he took a deep breath, just like Uncle had showed him.
"I guess...there's nothing better to do..." He joined the line, trying not to jostle anyone but quick to threaten any of them who jostled him.
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"What I did was called Dark Firaga," he began, "and Firaga is a type of fire spell. But how you could 'bend' it?" Using the word like that felt bizarre. "You don't 'bend' or really use darkness like magic. You use it with this." He pointed to his chest with a rather grave expression.