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vatheon2012-04-07 08:27 pm
flammatory) wrote in vatheon2012-04-07 08:27 pm
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☀ 02, log
Who: Zuko and whoever wants in! OPEN.
When: Sometime this week, whenever.
Where: Around the island.
Format: Action tags, please?
Warnings: None! Not even swearing for this guy, at least.
on the beach.
[It's early morning at the beach, and the sun is glinting across the waves, a darker blue-green contrast to the pale white-blue of the sky. The air feels light and crisp, salty, this early in spring; but regardless of how cold it is, it's still the best time to firebend in the morning.
Which is what Zuko's doing. He has a very practiced, sharply punctuated style of martial arts, because it is literally a form of kung fu. He sweeps across the sand, plumes and waves of fire preceding him. He's frowning with concentration, but focused as he is, he's aware enough to notice someone approaching. He knows the beach is more or less public, and doesn't want to catch anyone with fire accidentally.]
in the village.
[Later on in the day in early afternoon, the clouds are starting to roll through and cast gray over the island. Zuko's taking the chance to dig through the rubble in the abandoned village, and anyone walking by might hear him grumbling from within a half-collapsed building.]
Ow! Stupid beam... [Yeah, he just hit his head on a structural beam. His life is hard.]
at the harbor.
[Once evening comes, though, Zuko is back to his preferred default activity: brooding. He's standing near the edge of the pier, staring out into the ocean with a pensive expression. He's trying to be blank and neutral, but it's undeniably not working; there is a darker, preoccupied cast to him.
It matches the fact that by now the cloud cover has become more of a carpet across the sky, and the fading light is weak and dreary over the roiling water.]
When: Sometime this week, whenever.
Where: Around the island.
Format: Action tags, please?
Warnings: None! Not even swearing for this guy, at least.
on the beach.
[It's early morning at the beach, and the sun is glinting across the waves, a darker blue-green contrast to the pale white-blue of the sky. The air feels light and crisp, salty, this early in spring; but regardless of how cold it is, it's still the best time to firebend in the morning.
Which is what Zuko's doing. He has a very practiced, sharply punctuated style of martial arts, because it is literally a form of kung fu. He sweeps across the sand, plumes and waves of fire preceding him. He's frowning with concentration, but focused as he is, he's aware enough to notice someone approaching. He knows the beach is more or less public, and doesn't want to catch anyone with fire accidentally.]
in the village.
[Later on in the day in early afternoon, the clouds are starting to roll through and cast gray over the island. Zuko's taking the chance to dig through the rubble in the abandoned village, and anyone walking by might hear him grumbling from within a half-collapsed building.]
Ow! Stupid beam... [Yeah, he just hit his head on a structural beam. His life is hard.]
at the harbor.
[Once evening comes, though, Zuko is back to his preferred default activity: brooding. He's standing near the edge of the pier, staring out into the ocean with a pensive expression. He's trying to be blank and neutral, but it's undeniably not working; there is a darker, preoccupied cast to him.
It matches the fact that by now the cloud cover has become more of a carpet across the sky, and the fading light is weak and dreary over the roiling water.]
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So he calls on his exceedingly rarely used store of polite conversation.] Looking around? [That counts, right? Better than coming out and asking this guy what exactly he's wearing. Who wears gray in the first place, yeesh.]
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Yes. I am acquainting myself with the island. My comrades only showed me a short area of the beach.
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[Someone's cranky about this, though really it's hiding how frustrated he feels with his helplessness.] ... Still better than being down there, though.
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What is wrong with the city?
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And there's nothing wrong with the city, but it makes me uncomfortable to be underwater. [He sounds a bit defensive about it, too.] Okay?
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If you do not feel that it is defensible, then there is nothing to stop you from living here, aside from the need to gather supplies from the city itself.
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I do live here. I fixed up one of the houses on the eastern edge of the village. It's better than camping, anyway... [He says this a bit grumpily, but Zuko really is more or less okay with his living situation. Even if he doesn't like living rough, getting to see the sun every morning made up for it.]
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[What is with all of this grumpiness, Zuko, really. You don't have to deal with bubble city, obviously, so what's the point in starting by saying you don't like it? Gosh.]
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That is true. Emotions are not logical. I should know this by now.
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[A completely flummoxed stare.]
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In my world, none of us had emotions. It has only changed recently.
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[Yeah, he'd picked up that word from Sollux, and he thinks he's using it correctly. This might be a little philosophical for what Zuko usually talks about, but it all seems very obvious to him.]
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Our existence was to obey the Karma Temple. That changed once we gained emotions. Each tribe began to follow their own path.