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vatheon2012-04-07 08:27 pm
flammatory) wrote in vatheon2012-04-07 08:27 pm
Entry tags:
☀ 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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Uhh... mostly attend a lot of meetings and sit there silently. Only now that I'm the Fire Lord I have to actually say things, and if I say the wrong thing it could start fighting, or cause poverty, and... it's a lot of responsibility.
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Sounds terrible.
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It is. It'd be easier if my uncle didn't want to stay in Ba Sing Se, but... [Okay no, this is getting too personal for Zuko to talk about with someone he'd just met, so he changes topic.] Do you really not have politics where you're from? You said you had a lot of war.
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But you're clearly questioning it now, [he points out, pressing rather shamelessly. Zuko figures if someone doesn't want to answer him, they just won't, and he doesn't need to go easy on them.]
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Well, sure. It doesn't make sense when you think about it, ja? The law was to fight each other, but why was that? Nobody can answer that now. The Temple wasn't involved in the fighting either and just watched us. So why did they want us to fight?
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Did you really never find out what was going on?
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[Yes, he said that the world exploded, but they were going to go somewhere.]
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[He could understand if he didn't, but advocating giving up any kind of responsibility wasn't something Zuko felt comfortable with. Altogether he wasn't sure which answer he'd prefer.]
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[He actually has given this some thought.]
Where would I go back to? The Junkyard? Nirvana? Maybe nothing at all? If I could get my questions answered...I might want to go, ja?
[If someone could clear things up on his strange memories that would be a relief.]
But some of my comrades are here, including my leader. I have a duty to be with them and protect them. If it came down to choosing between answers and them, I'd pick them every time. This world, my world, a whole different world altogether...as long as I can be by their sides, I'm happy.
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But then it clicks into place for him with his worldview, and he understands.] I think I get it. Your loyalty is with them, not with a place.
You're lucky that you have some of them here. I guess you don't really need answers compared to that. [Being absolutely certain about something without fully understanding it was something Zuko was familiar with.]
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That's right.
[He's glad Zuko understands.]