Whether he needed or wanted to see her is one thing, but Angua wants to talk to him about things, so having found the infrimary lacking in Zuko, she raps sharply on his door.
"Come in," is called, and Zuko caps his markers and puts his pad aside... He stretches once, grimacing at the stiffness, and thne looks to the door as it opens.
Zuko smiles wryly. "Come to investigate, then?" He asks, arching his brow. "I think we got the culprits on this one." But he shrugs his shoulders. "I don't believe these--- things, these Magog are who killed our child, though," he adds.
He's awake. And doodling. And looking cross. But when he hears the door open he blinks, and then grins at her. "Afternoon," he says, smiling. And it is afternoon. That internal sunlock never lies.
"Fine, fine," he says, wiggling his toes. "Still functional. Bit sore. I moved a little, but-- not much." To the chamberpot in the bathroom and back, because, y' know, a guy has to go!
"What about you? Keeping busy? Get the matresses distroed and a few more brought down? OR are we focusing on medicine and armaments right now?" Wouldn't suprirse him if they were; he'd approve, too.
Monk finally figured out where Zuko was, using his Super Special Detective Skills.
And by that, I mean he asked around.
He's staring at the door now, unsure of whether to knock or not. He's dealing with someone very important, obviously, so he's naturally a little apprehensive.
Picture this. The sweaty palms, the nervous apprehension; is a warlord from another world? (Technically, yes.) A statesman of some skill? (Yes, that too... Sort of.) Someone of royal blood, used to rulership? (Dead on.)
And you open the door, expecting ARAGORN son of ARATHORN or at least, someone who looks like Viggo Mortensen...
... and you have a short, if well built Asiatic boy with a massive scar over one eye which seems to be about sixteen, seventeen years old.
Anticlimactic much?
"...yes?" He looks up from his pad, blinking eyes that are gold -- at least THAT fits the 'exotic leader from another world' bit, right?
Monk looks a little surprised, but more relieved than anything. He peeks his head past the door and gives the boy... man? a glance over before cautiously stepping inside.
"Z... Mr. Zuko?" he says, sounding unsure of what to call him. He shuts the door quietly with his foot. "I... River said I should speak with you."
"Prince Zuko," the boy says, lips curling in a wry smirk. "But -- just Zuko is fine. I'm not prince of an apartment building."
Adrian Monk. "Adrian, the Monk, or Adrian, called Monk?" Monk is very much a profession where he comes from -- so he's a little confused. He can't rise, his legs roughed up, but he does extend his hand; that is the customary greeting here, it seems, and Zuko is adaptable.
"A pleasure. River directed you here? What can I do for you?"
Just try and give him that title and watch Sokka just eye you, Zuko.
Sokka's face, despite Zuko's smirk, is somber when he steps inside and he closes the door behind him quietly. "Uh..."
How exactly can everything that's happened in the past morning in a way that will keep the injured prince from trying to get up?
Sokka pauses beside the prince before looking at him, rubbing at the back of his neck. "...Okay, uh... don't get up or I'll go find your uncle and get him to sit on you or something."
That should do it.
"...Listen, Zuko..." He sighs a little before finally saying, "There's another body."
You've just cinched that he's going to try and get up and hobble about, you know.
Zuko's wry expression falls into a grim mein; he looks at Sokka, and then asks, "...the same fashion? Bitten? Or has Tam looked at it yet? What do we know?"
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She does nto salute, but she almost feels she should, instead making a couple of steps in and standing casually with her hands loose behind her back.
"Morning, Zuko. Biff told me what happened."
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That's probably why she doesn't bother knocking, but pushes the door open slowly, peering in to see if he's awake.
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"What about you? Keeping busy? Get the matresses distroed and a few more brought down? OR are we focusing on medicine and armaments right now?" Wouldn't suprirse him if they were; he'd approve, too.
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And by that, I mean he asked around.
He's staring at the door now, unsure of whether to knock or not. He's dealing with someone very important, obviously, so he's naturally a little apprehensive.
He knocks. Once. Quietly.
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Picture this. The sweaty palms, the nervous apprehension; is a warlord from another world? (Technically, yes.) A statesman of some skill? (Yes, that too... Sort of.) Someone of royal blood, used to rulership? (Dead on.)
And you open the door, expecting ARAGORN son of ARATHORN or at least, someone who looks like Viggo Mortensen...
... and you have a short, if well built Asiatic boy with a massive scar over one eye which seems to be about sixteen, seventeen years old.
Anticlimactic much?
"...yes?" He looks up from his pad, blinking eyes that are gold -- at least THAT fits the 'exotic leader from another world' bit, right?
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"Z... Mr. Zuko?" he says, sounding unsure of what to call him. He shuts the door quietly with his foot. "I... River said I should speak with you."
It would help if he knew who you were, Adrian.
"I'm Adrian Monk."
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Adrian Monk. "Adrian, the Monk, or Adrian, called Monk?" Monk is very much a profession where he comes from -- so he's a little confused. He can't rise, his legs roughed up, but he does extend his hand; that is the customary greeting here, it seems, and Zuko is adaptable.
"A pleasure. River directed you here? What can I do for you?"
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Are you sick of visitors yet, Zuko? You've got another one, knocking out of politeness before sticking his head in to peer at the prince.
"...Hey," Sokka says, head in the room, body outside still. "I need to talk to you."
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"Come on in," he says, and looks up. "What is it?"
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Sokka's face, despite Zuko's smirk, is somber when he steps inside and he closes the door behind him quietly. "Uh..."
How exactly can everything that's happened in the past morning in a way that will keep the injured prince from trying to get up?
Sokka pauses beside the prince before looking at him, rubbing at the back of his neck. "...Okay, uh... don't get up or I'll go find your uncle and get him to sit on you or something."
That should do it.
"...Listen, Zuko..." He sighs a little before finally saying, "There's another body."
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You've just cinched that he's going to try and get up and hobble about, you know.
Zuko's wry expression falls into a grim mein; he looks at Sokka, and then asks, "...the same fashion? Bitten? Or has Tam looked at it yet? What do we know?"
Start talking, or he starts walking.
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