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Once they'd gotten the hell away from the place with the brazen women (read: Victora's Secret) the young prince went to the first order of business. Clothing that was suitable for wearing! That meant finding the the rugged gear, and something to be modified or torn up. Thankfully, the place had a good sided sporting goods location.
... just don't mind that he already took a couple of good solid punches to the bag they had hanging over by their martial arts section. Knives were there, good ones with edges, but nothing that would really be a weapon.
Well, alright, that bowie knife was more then capable, but Zuko longed for his broadswords, the dao blades that had served as weapon and weakness so long ago, both defeating Zhao and giving up the idenity of the Blue Spirit to him.
Better jeans are found. Rugged, enduring. A light shirt is put under something warmer--he was unaware of how he looker in a muscle shirt with flannel tied around his waist, or that the jeans fit much bettr then the last set, but really, he didn't care.
A decent sized backpack was harvested from the wall, and packed with clothing, a couple of good knives (they folded!) and a butterfly blade was soon admired and mastered. It was little to figure out the flip of the fingers that opened it. A flip, and one little cut
It's just one finger; blood glistens brightly and he shakes his head. There's gotta be something resembling medicine around here.
... just don't mind that he already took a couple of good solid punches to the bag they had hanging over by their martial arts section. Knives were there, good ones with edges, but nothing that would really be a weapon.
Well, alright, that bowie knife was more then capable, but Zuko longed for his broadswords, the dao blades that had served as weapon and weakness so long ago, both defeating Zhao and giving up the idenity of the Blue Spirit to him.
Better jeans are found. Rugged, enduring. A light shirt is put under something warmer--he was unaware of how he looker in a muscle shirt with flannel tied around his waist, or that the jeans fit much bettr then the last set, but really, he didn't care.
A decent sized backpack was harvested from the wall, and packed with clothing, a couple of good knives (they folded!) and a butterfly blade was soon admired and mastered. It was little to figure out the flip of the fingers that opened it. A flip, and one little cut
It's just one finger; blood glistens brightly and he shakes his head. There's gotta be something resembling medicine around here.