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Location: Balamb Town {backdated to September 10; weekend visit}
Rating: G
Open/Closed/Finished: Finished
Summary: Zuko heads off into Balamb Town hoping he can find some supplies or any information about swords or even building them and ends up finding something entirely different. And furry.
It was an exceptionally nice day out. There were some cloudy periods during his trek into Balamb Town, the sun playing hide and seek with the clouds every so often. But Zuko hardly cared. He just wanted to go into this town and see if it were even remotely possible to build himself a pair of duel broadswords with whatever bits and pieces they could provide him with. He missed the pair he’d kept with him all the time back home; it was a shame he hadn’t been holding them when he’d been pulled to this strange world, or else he wouldn’t need to make this trip in the first place.
Dr. Kadowaki had told him that after that day’s physical therapy session, he wouldn’t need the sling anymore. But she did warn him to be careful still when using his right arm. They had some work left to do with his arm and shoulder; Zuko hoped they would be done with the sessions within another week at most. He hated how they cut into his meditation time yet enjoyed how he could get out of his last period classes early for hour long sessions.
Zuko spared the town a brief look about, and wandered more towards the center of it, following the streets. He passed a garage with what would be considered, in his world, a palanquin on wheels, and continued on, disinterested. It read something along the lines of ‘Car Rentals’. Then he came to the fork in the road within the Residential District, and stopped to look at his options. Since he had nowhere to really be, Zuko figured it wouldn’t hurt to look around while he was there before hitting up the Junk Shop on the way back to Garden.
“There isn’t really anyone expecting me back anytime soon...” And so Zuko took the cobblestone road to his left.
The Balamb Hotel was passed by without so much as a second glance and Zuko carried on, ignoring mostly anyone who stared at him – or more like stared at his facial scar. He still wore his Garden uniform; he assumed that was what they were eying. His feet guided him to the Balamb Town docks, his nose following the scent of salt in the air from the sea, following the road until it led to the expansive harbor. There were no boats docked, no old men sitting on the edges with fishing poles in hand. Entirely void of life, which Zuko thought was strange given how nice of a day it was. Since the docks were unoccupied he moved closer to the edge and lowered himself down, legs hanging. He spied a box floating there under his hanging feet and ignored it, turning his attention instead out towards the sea.
His mind wandered to the awkward meeting (or rather confrontation) in his room when Katara had shown up unexpectedly days ago. His mind went over the topics they’d talked about, how awkward-like they both acted.
Zuko still found it a little weird— just over four, almost five months ago, he’d come into this strange world, pulled from the middle of fighting against her and the Avatar with his sister, Azula. The first thing he had done as soon as he bumped into her, he had pushed her into a fight. They’d gone through their fair share of ups and downs and had, eventually, ended up on decently amiable terms. Until recent events had led to his slight handicap and shortly after that him ignoring her existence for over a week. He was beginning to find himself feeling more and more uncomfortable in her presence. Restless. Agitated. And it didn’t help that he was beginning to notice things about her that he hadn’t cared to notice before. Like those hair loopies. Or whatever she called them. They way they felt between his fingers, or the softness of her cheek, or even the light scent that followed her.
“Damnit,” Zuko muttered to himself, tearing his gaze away from the horizon to glare down at the water beneath his feet. The last thing he needed to do was think about her. Of all things to think about ... it had to be her.
It took him a few moments before his good ear picked up the faint sounds. Muffled cries? Very quiet and almost like a ‘mew’ing, repeatedly.
Zuko furrowed his brow and stared at the box. He then looked away, thinking it was nothing until the sounds continued. He had to look around first to see if those sounds were coming from one of the buildings but they sounded as if they were really close. Hesitantly he shifted around to lay on his front, being mindful of his arm and shoulder as he leaned his head down and turned his ear to listen. He held his breath, hearing nothing but the waves quietly lapping against the beams holding up the docks. And then it was there – again!
He pushed himself forward as far as he could go, arms reaching down for the box. His fingers barely scraped along the top and he lowered himself just a little more, trying to hook his fingers under the top flaps that had been taped down. It took him a few tries and while his right arm and shoulder screamed in protest, his fingers hooked and Zuko grunted, gritting his teeth, and slid himself back bit by bit, pulling the box up out of the water with him. Bringing the box up to the side, he sat up and stared at it while gingerly massaging at his right shoulder, brows knit at the throbbing.
The bottom of the box was soggy from the water but Zuko turned it over carefully, the contents giving little scared, confused mews of protest. It wasn’t hard to tear through the soaked bottom, and once he did the sounds from inside grew louder and he found himself staring down at six wide-eyed little creatures, all of them wet and looking nearly drowned. He came close to throwing the box back into the sea when they all began to move, trying to climb their way out.
“Wa-wait—” Zuko gave the box a little shake, and quickly brushed off the front of his uniform, undoing the jacket and pulling the undershirt from his pants. He grabbed the box off the ground and into his arms, beginning to make his way back through the town to where the Car Rental garage was. “Stop moving around so much!”
He gave the box another shake and then sighed, aggravated when they didn’t quiet.
His feet were on auto-pilot, passing by the Junk Shop, the purpose of his trip to the town forgotten now that he had a box of crying kittens in his arms. He figured he would just bring them to his room and deal with them there; halfway to Garden and he paused to strip himself of his jacket, stuffing it inside the box to somewhat muffle their sounds as well as cover them up.
They were after all still wet from being in the water for who knows how long.
Zuko didn’t want them to get sick or cold.
pyromaticsLocation: Balamb Town {backdated to September 10; weekend visit}
Rating: G
Open/Closed/Finished: Finished
Summary: Zuko heads off into Balamb Town hoping he can find some supplies or any information about swords or even building them and ends up finding something entirely different. And furry.
It was an exceptionally nice day out. There were some cloudy periods during his trek into Balamb Town, the sun playing hide and seek with the clouds every so often. But Zuko hardly cared. He just wanted to go into this town and see if it were even remotely possible to build himself a pair of duel broadswords with whatever bits and pieces they could provide him with. He missed the pair he’d kept with him all the time back home; it was a shame he hadn’t been holding them when he’d been pulled to this strange world, or else he wouldn’t need to make this trip in the first place.
Dr. Kadowaki had told him that after that day’s physical therapy session, he wouldn’t need the sling anymore. But she did warn him to be careful still when using his right arm. They had some work left to do with his arm and shoulder; Zuko hoped they would be done with the sessions within another week at most. He hated how they cut into his meditation time yet enjoyed how he could get out of his last period classes early for hour long sessions.
Zuko spared the town a brief look about, and wandered more towards the center of it, following the streets. He passed a garage with what would be considered, in his world, a palanquin on wheels, and continued on, disinterested. It read something along the lines of ‘Car Rentals’. Then he came to the fork in the road within the Residential District, and stopped to look at his options. Since he had nowhere to really be, Zuko figured it wouldn’t hurt to look around while he was there before hitting up the Junk Shop on the way back to Garden.
“There isn’t really anyone expecting me back anytime soon...” And so Zuko took the cobblestone road to his left.
The Balamb Hotel was passed by without so much as a second glance and Zuko carried on, ignoring mostly anyone who stared at him – or more like stared at his facial scar. He still wore his Garden uniform; he assumed that was what they were eying. His feet guided him to the Balamb Town docks, his nose following the scent of salt in the air from the sea, following the road until it led to the expansive harbor. There were no boats docked, no old men sitting on the edges with fishing poles in hand. Entirely void of life, which Zuko thought was strange given how nice of a day it was. Since the docks were unoccupied he moved closer to the edge and lowered himself down, legs hanging. He spied a box floating there under his hanging feet and ignored it, turning his attention instead out towards the sea.
His mind wandered to the awkward meeting (or rather confrontation) in his room when Katara had shown up unexpectedly days ago. His mind went over the topics they’d talked about, how awkward-like they both acted.
Zuko still found it a little weird— just over four, almost five months ago, he’d come into this strange world, pulled from the middle of fighting against her and the Avatar with his sister, Azula. The first thing he had done as soon as he bumped into her, he had pushed her into a fight. They’d gone through their fair share of ups and downs and had, eventually, ended up on decently amiable terms. Until recent events had led to his slight handicap and shortly after that him ignoring her existence for over a week. He was beginning to find himself feeling more and more uncomfortable in her presence. Restless. Agitated. And it didn’t help that he was beginning to notice things about her that he hadn’t cared to notice before. Like those hair loopies. Or whatever she called them. They way they felt between his fingers, or the softness of her cheek, or even the light scent that followed her.
“Damnit,” Zuko muttered to himself, tearing his gaze away from the horizon to glare down at the water beneath his feet. The last thing he needed to do was think about her. Of all things to think about ... it had to be her.
It took him a few moments before his good ear picked up the faint sounds. Muffled cries? Very quiet and almost like a ‘mew’ing, repeatedly.
Zuko furrowed his brow and stared at the box. He then looked away, thinking it was nothing until the sounds continued. He had to look around first to see if those sounds were coming from one of the buildings but they sounded as if they were really close. Hesitantly he shifted around to lay on his front, being mindful of his arm and shoulder as he leaned his head down and turned his ear to listen. He held his breath, hearing nothing but the waves quietly lapping against the beams holding up the docks. And then it was there – again!
He pushed himself forward as far as he could go, arms reaching down for the box. His fingers barely scraped along the top and he lowered himself just a little more, trying to hook his fingers under the top flaps that had been taped down. It took him a few tries and while his right arm and shoulder screamed in protest, his fingers hooked and Zuko grunted, gritting his teeth, and slid himself back bit by bit, pulling the box up out of the water with him. Bringing the box up to the side, he sat up and stared at it while gingerly massaging at his right shoulder, brows knit at the throbbing.
The bottom of the box was soggy from the water but Zuko turned it over carefully, the contents giving little scared, confused mews of protest. It wasn’t hard to tear through the soaked bottom, and once he did the sounds from inside grew louder and he found himself staring down at six wide-eyed little creatures, all of them wet and looking nearly drowned. He came close to throwing the box back into the sea when they all began to move, trying to climb their way out.
“Wa-wait—” Zuko gave the box a little shake, and quickly brushed off the front of his uniform, undoing the jacket and pulling the undershirt from his pants. He grabbed the box off the ground and into his arms, beginning to make his way back through the town to where the Car Rental garage was. “Stop moving around so much!”
He gave the box another shake and then sighed, aggravated when they didn’t quiet.
His feet were on auto-pilot, passing by the Junk Shop, the purpose of his trip to the town forgotten now that he had a box of crying kittens in his arms. He figured he would just bring them to his room and deal with them there; halfway to Garden and he paused to strip himself of his jacket, stuffing it inside the box to somewhat muffle their sounds as well as cover them up.
They were after all still wet from being in the water for who knows how long.
Zuko didn’t want them to get sick or cold.