[Thread] Get your head out of the bison's mouth, Sokka.
Characters: Prince Zuko (OU) & Sokka (OU)
Where: the park
When: after this
Summary: Sokka's mind-wiped and Zuko's irritable. This may not end well.
Warnings: Violence and possible language. And probably some angst.
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Zuko was pissed. After all that had happened lately, this was the last thing he needed. He mentally kicked himself for ever complaining about the compound being 'boring' or 'too quiet.' Right now, he would've given up the pair of twin dao that were sheathed and strapped to his back in order to gain back that sort of calm--before the Entropi had come back, before those awful visions of deaths, before Mercury left, before Azula's mind had started worry him, before Buffy vanished, and before Toph and Sokka decided to mess with his mind. He didn't understand what he did to provoke them, but he was tired of it. Toph, he was willing to apologize to for whatever it was he'd done wrong, and he was willing to accept the possibility that his asshole tendencies had gotten the better of him without realizing it, but Sokka was a different story.
That idiot needed some sense knocked into him, and Zuko would happily do so.
He waited near the bridge, not exactly looking the part of a prince or anyone from the Fire Nation for that matter, being that he was currently dressed in jeans, boots, and a black, sleeveless t-shirt. The jacket he'd worn to there had been tossed aside and lay in a crumpled heap on the ground. The only things that would give him away were the golden armbands and his great-grandfather's crown, which was fastened around the long ponytail that was now his hair, the locks having grown out over having spent nearly a year in Econtra.
"I don't have time for this," he mumbled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest. And yet, he stayed there, despite his better judgment, stubborn as ever.
Where: the park
When: after this
Summary: Sokka's mind-wiped and Zuko's irritable. This may not end well.
Warnings: Violence and possible language. And probably some angst.
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Zuko was pissed. After all that had happened lately, this was the last thing he needed. He mentally kicked himself for ever complaining about the compound being 'boring' or 'too quiet.' Right now, he would've given up the pair of twin dao that were sheathed and strapped to his back in order to gain back that sort of calm--before the Entropi had come back, before those awful visions of deaths, before Mercury left, before Azula's mind had started worry him, before Buffy vanished, and before Toph and Sokka decided to mess with his mind. He didn't understand what he did to provoke them, but he was tired of it. Toph, he was willing to apologize to for whatever it was he'd done wrong, and he was willing to accept the possibility that his asshole tendencies had gotten the better of him without realizing it, but Sokka was a different story.
That idiot needed some sense knocked into him, and Zuko would happily do so.
He waited near the bridge, not exactly looking the part of a prince or anyone from the Fire Nation for that matter, being that he was currently dressed in jeans, boots, and a black, sleeveless t-shirt. The jacket he'd worn to there had been tossed aside and lay in a crumpled heap on the ground. The only things that would give him away were the golden armbands and his great-grandfather's crown, which was fastened around the long ponytail that was now his hair, the locks having grown out over having spent nearly a year in Econtra.
"I don't have time for this," he mumbled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest. And yet, he stayed there, despite his better judgment, stubborn as ever.