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~Tora

Uncle, Mai, Toph... Sokka too now, huh?

[sigh]

It's pretty selfish to want them back though, I guess. I hope Katara's okay...






[silence for a while, and then a crash--very likely the communicator being thrown against the wall from the sound of it. Then Zuko's voice again, farther away but much, much angrier.]


I need to go home too, you stupid scientists! Let me go home already!

I guess people are starting to collect more stuff for winter. UGH. I really need my chip out.

[sigh] What a pain. Hey, Sokka, you lived in all that snow. Ideas? How much firewood d'you think we'll need?

Might be time to go on another clothing and supply run too. Anyone need anything?

Okay, scientists. Not funny. I guess no one knows what happened?

[groan] Ugh, I have a headache.

Alright, anyway. I'm all healed up and sick of laying around. Who did I promise private sword lessons to? Yuuri's gone... Kid, did you find what you were looking for?

[locked to Katara]

Figured I'd ask in private since you seemed kind of iffy about it. Do you still want me to teach you?

[/locked]

Hey, uh. What's with all the new people?

Anybody know what's going on? Something seems fishy.

[Zuko looks... almost cheerful, as he turns on the camera and gives a little wave]

Hey, guys, I'm finally out. I was starting to get really, really sick of that place.

Um, I'm not really sure if I can do any major sparring quite yet, but I'll be going to the gym and supervising classes in the morning from now on. Umi, Prydain, and everyone else who kept it going while I was out of commission, thanks.

Hopefully I didn't miss anything much?

Oh, and Katara, I'm looking forward to that fresh food you promised.

[he smiles slightly, obviously pleased to be up and about again, before the comm clicks off]



((OOC: Mun is working on a cohesive PlayMyAce post for the gym, I promise! >< With being on hiatus and then getting sick, sorry I couldn''t get to it sooner... orz It should be up by this weekend. Again, people who want to teach or regularly attend, please comment here))

[Click. A few seconds pass, along with some quiet, awkward throat-clearing]

Hey, everyone. So I guess people probably noticed, but my unc-- uh, Iroh's been taken home.

[paaause. He doesn't sound happy, but he continues in a more businesslike for Zuko tone]

I know he ran the martial arts school, and I figured since he's my uncle and everything, and because I know there were quite a few people who went there, I can take over.

I can't do it right away since I'm kind of in the hospital still but things will resume as usual once I get back. If the other instructors want to continue so classes don't have to be canceled, that'd be really appreciated.

Speaking of which...

Would you guys mind telling me exactly who teaches and who the students are? Uh, this might be more complicated than I thought. Oh, and if anyone new wants to teach or join, that would be good too. Just let me know.



((OOC: Basically, Zuko's taking over Iroh's martial arts school as soon as he's well enough to stand up, the idiot. Please refer to this OOC post for more details and comment both IC and OOC if you would, to help me keep things organized. If anyone wants to join the classes or teach a class, let me (and/or Zuko) know, and we'll set you up with something. Also, things aren't restricted to what's listed. If you have an awesome class you want to teach, that can be arranged. :|b ))

[There's a bit of silence, with just some quiet rustling for a few seconds, and then a soft sigh before Zuko speaks. He sounds somewhat resigned and really exhausted.]

I'm back. Sorry if I worried anyone. I'm fine.

[Another pause, and a muffled, strained cough. The next part is mumbled kind of quickly and sheepishly]

I... I'm... um, at the hospital. If anyone wanted to know.




Oh... Jackie, and Jackie's friends... Um, thanks.

[The communicator turns on, but there is only silence for several long seconds before Zuko speaks, his voice quiet. He lingers slightly on each name.]

Aang, Monk Gyatso, Minato, Ace, Eald'narche, Abel...




If there's anybody else I hurt... I'm sorry.

[Silence, and soft footsteps can be heard for a while before he finally speaks again.]

I'll be back in a few days.

[That said, the comm turns off with a click.]



((OOC: So Zuko's back to normal and he's heading into the forest for a while, but any attempts to find out from him where he's gone will be in vain. Consider him already out of the city, and he's been gone for a few hours... after Minato released him or whatever since he regained his normal state of mind. ))

[The video turns on to a shaking and unclear image, the communicator having clearly just fallen. When it settles, only the sky is visible, and voices somewhere above]

Don't tell me you're already done, lil kitten.

Let's finish this, you stupid cow!

Bring it, scarface.

[A long, frustrated and angry yell sounds, footsteps descending loudly upon the communicator, and as it's kicked onto its side, the image shifts to that of the two fighting boys. Zuko has just rushed forward, he blades swiping across Haru's side, and one leaves a deep gash in the boy's abdomen while the other lodges in his thigh.

Haru simply takes it, smirking]

Is that all you got?

No, but that's all you've got.

[Slowly, Zuko drags the blade through the flesh of Haru's thigh before finally letting it slide out, sneering triumphantly. Haru hisses in pain, trying to get a kick in, but Zuko blocks it with his own leg.]

Fucking little kitten. You haven't seen nothin' yet!

You really should just give up. This is pathetic.

[And suddenly Zuko steps forward, turning his sword-hilt and aiming to slam it directly against the still-bleeding wound he's already made on Haru's shoulder, though Haru catches it.]

Fuck off.

And now you want me to leave you alone, poor little farm animal. Heh, had enough already?

[He smirks, a dark and twisted grimace of his usual expression, nose to nose with Haru. And, raising his knee, aims it mercilessly at the deep gash in his opponent's thigh. Haru growls loudly and glares back.]

You really think that will work? A little princess like you doesn't know pain.

Do I think it'll work? Look at yourself!

[Zuko laughs maliciously, both swords suddenly in one hand as he lashes out with his free one to wrap his fingers around Haru's throat, leaning close and sneering in his face.]

It's over, Hatsuharu. And in the end, you're stupid and pathetic.


((OOC: Haru sort of challenged Zuko to a fight and it doesn't seem to be going too well for him... Uh, in case it wasn't obvious, both boys are evented and pretty much gone nuts, so responses will be erratic and very angry |D   BLUE = HARU, RED = ZUKO ))

[The camera turns on suddenly to a rather shaky image of Zuko's room--from above. It makes a circle, gliding around the room somewhere near the ceiling, the sound of some sort of animal chittering nearby. From a corner of the screen is visible a length of dark maroon material dangling down from whatever source is also holding the communicator.]

Hey! Get back here!

[And then, to get away from the angry shout, the camera view suddenly rushes for the door, going out into the living room to give overviews of that as well in high circles. Zuko follows, bursting out of his room... wearing only his shirt, which hangs to about halfway down his thighs, and below that only his bare legs sticking out as he chases his stolen possessions around the apartment.]

MOMO! Give me back my pants, you stupid lemur!



((OOC: Fff what is consistency? Apologies for the fact these threads make absolutely no chronological sense. XD))

[Zuko is seen, decked out in his Fire Nation garb and looking rather pleased about it. No more sweatpants and t-shirts for him! For now, at least.]

I guess a lot of people are getting things they want. No flamethrower though.

Any idea who's doing this?


[He also holds up a bag of something, shaking it at the camera]

For some reason, I got a bunch of tea, too. Uncle, you want to come over?

( Locked to the Medicine Seller || 80% Hackable )

[LOCKED FROM AANG]

[the comm turns on to what seems to be the tail end of a rather exhausted sigh]

Sokka, Aang is freaking out over you and Katara living in a separate room. Maybe you guys should come visit.

Also...

[and this part is followed by a translatable text (still locked from Aang)]

Does anyone here specialize in psychiatry or mental healing of any sort? A friend of mine isn't doing too well after some, uh, pretty bad stuff happened. Hohenheim, can you do anything like that?


( Private to the Medicine Seller // 75% Unhackable )

[Zuko's voice is a little quieter than usual, nothing actually obvious but for anyone who knows him well enough, he seems a little down.]

For anyone who was worried about Aang, he's fine.

[A split-second's pause, and there's a hint of guilt in his next words. Just a hint.]

He's sleeping.


( Private to the Medicine Seller // 60% Hackable )


Things have been kinda busy lately. How's everyone else?

[The communicator is turned on to nothing but darkness for a few seconds, and some quiet shuffling and rustling of cloth. A click, and the hinges of a door squeak softly as it opens, though the video feed is still dark. Another second of silence before suddenly, there is a loud clatter and a hiss of surprise from Zuko. The communicator falls out of his pocket, landing with a thunk on the ground and focusing on the dim outline of his form as he hurriedly shuts the door behind him and picks up something from the ground, grumbling under his breath.]

Why'd they leave things in front of the door where people can trip over them...

[And then another, smaller silhouette suddenly comes into in view.]

'Cause they knew someone would try to sneak in.

[Zuko's silhouette appears to be crossing its arms in annoyance.] Aang, why are you even awake at this hour?

[Aang frowns, the light from his communicator as he holds it up brightening the room more, which allowed him to see just how much of a mess Zuko was.] This.

[Zuko also frowns.] It's nothing.

[As he pushes past Aang, the device's illumination flashes a good look at his body for a few moments. Most of him is stained in dried blood, and new drops of bright red are visible oozing from numerous cuts along his forearms and through tears in his clothing. He bends to pick up his own communicator, the camera angle spinning out of clear focus before he flops onto the couch and turns it off just as accidentally as it was turned on.]



((OOC: Red = Zuko Green = Aang ))

...she's gone.

[sigh]







It's for the best. This place is too dangerous...

[a soft, half-hearted chuckle]

And she found it so boring.

[The video turns on to show an expanse of fog, moving to point at the ground where something shadowy is visible through the mist]


The fog really does mess with your sense of direction. A minute ago I was only a few steps from Horton... Haru especially, maybe you shouldn't wander around.

Anyway... I found this body. Looks like one of the monsters, but it's pretty badly chopped up. It seemed unusual. Any idea who or what could've done this?


[He takes a few steps closer, nudging the shadow with his foot and panning the camera around. Whatever it had been, it was pretty big, and there were several lumps of it scattered around. Overall, not a pretty sight, and after a few more moments, Zuko turns the camera back towards himself. He's wearing a slightly disgusted expression, but otherwise looks thoughtful]


Anyone want to come over here and help me drag some of this home? I'm not one to refuse free meat.

[Have some bitter sarcasm. Lots of it, actually.]

Great. Just what we needed: more sickness and curses. Isn't Discedo such a nice place?

[sigh]

Anyway...  Yuuri, I promised you I'd help you out with swordsmanship. When do you want to do that?

And, Sokka, I'm sick of eating canned slop. Let's go hunting. You like meat, right?

( [Private to Toph and Sokka || Locked from Aang] )