[It's fairly obvious that whoever is holding this journal has absolutely no clue how to use it. The sound is muted at first, the journal is held awkwardly, and he's not talking to anyone but himself.]
I don't even know what this is. ...Besides a book. I got that much. It's a book. It talks. It has my name on in.
[A beat.] Why are you so
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Longshot stops in his pursuit of a rabbit when he notices just who's back. He remembers meeting you the last time he was here - he knows you've gone on to become the Fire Lord. It'd be stupid to hurt you - it doesn't take back what happened to Jet - and Jet was right - and Jet brought that upon himself - and with the war over, technically you're no longer his enemy.
But that doesn't mean he has to like you, Firebender. Don't mind him, just glaring at you from his spot in the trees over here.]
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But he can't really tell you that or anything. That would require talking. So. He's just going to continue glaring at you then. ONLY NOW there's more like a wow-you-look-like-a-moron in there along with the firebender loathing.]
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Which is why he turns in a circle, growling in absolutely frustration, as he tries to reach that spot. When he glimpses Longshot, he pauses, arm twisted up over his shoulder in a very awkward position, and blinks.]
Uh. Hey.
[Please don't shoot him. Dying while reaching to scratch an itch would be ignoble.]
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...2) Much as he would like to do otherwise, it shows he's not reaching for his arrows. He has no plans to kill you. Even without words, that should be clear.]
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Slowly. No sudden movements.
He's leaving now. Have fun hanging out in the trees.]
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But damn. For a place where they stick wings on your back and do horrible things to you, things were going so well before this. Smellerbee's not going to be happy.]
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