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[nitro_is_ace]

Out by the lake, at a point fairly close to the bar, there is a roughly pyramidal shape lit by the bright moonlight

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[princeinexile]

Zuko is not fond of Ace, but he's beed adopted into the British, and he's a Firbender. Guy Fawkes day sort of... sings to certain parts of him.

The parts of him that hold to YANG instead of YIN, which is why he's not running around furry, and is instead of bothering to approach, there's sort of a -- kata as an approach, going through motions and making the fire -- get that much taller for the efforts.

Bring your own bang? Zuko is the bang.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace jumps, a little, as the fire flares when she really didn't expect it to.

Maybe a little too much paper, not enough wood? Huh.

Still, the heightened fire sheds enough light so she can see the newest arrival. She's never really talked to him, other than trading fire during missions for Wells, but... Wells vouches for him.

Thus, Ace offers a s'more. It's a peace offering! Or something.

[princeinexile]

Oh! S'more!

Zuko grins, and then takes it. "Good bonfire. But it can be bigger." In the boyish way of I am totally a pyro but that goes without saying when you breath smoke and ash without worry.

Mmm, s'more.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Yeah, an' I could've broken m'neck buildin' it, but there's certain limits." Ace snorts as she starts toasting another couple of marshmallows. "B'sides, gotta save some of the show for the boom, yeah?"

[princeinexile]

Zuko twists and turns, and fire leaps from the blaze as he startst to bend again, gonig through the unbearably flashy martial arts moves that are the tell-tale signs of his bending.

"We never made time for these sorts of things when we were in London. I mean, we did Christmas, and once I went out for Halloween, but..." they were sort of busy on the run.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Yeah, Guy Fawkes is just a bit too much with the standin' around out in the open." Ace agrees. "Someday he's goin' t'be able t'celebrate it properly, an' I'll give'm a proper way t'celebrate it."

[princeinexile]

Zuko smirks and there is a moment of sticky all over his mouth before he gets chocolate frmo his lips. Ahem.

"I'm sure there'll eventually be a lot of proper things that are doable now," Zuko says. After the little roughup of the under-secratery, anyway.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace smiles, and it's not a particularly nice smile.

"Yeeeup. I'm plannin' t'make a certain mutual 'friend' a whole lot more miserable than he currently is."

[princeinexile]

Zuko's brows arch. "Oh? And how are we doing that, then?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Through the joys of mass media, an' tape doctorin'. When I'm through with him, he'll never be able t'hold a job ever again. It'll be brilliant." Ace reports gleefully.

See, this is why she loves her job.

[princeinexile]

"I am glad my people haven't discovered media yet," he says. "The royal army was bad enough."

He does not give context. Instead, he asks, "Drinks, where?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Drinks, there." Ace points to a grouping of bottles and thermoses set well away from the flames. "Cocoa, alcohol what tastes good in cocoa, more alcohol, an' 'bend over an' kiss y'arse goodbye' rotgut. For variety."

[princeinexile]

"I will stick to cocoa. Should have brought pepper."

Damn Firbenders, wanting everything hot.

[kurosakiboy]

Somebody else notices, even if he doesn't say anything. It's hard not to notice the way the fire jumps up like that, and even harder to miss the cause. So he watches from where he's seated for a time, not too far or too close, and eventually just goes back to watching the fire.

When there's nothing to say, it's pretty easy to enjoy the silence.

[princeinexile]

If Zuko has noticed Ichigo -- and he can smell him -- he doesn't say anything. He's busy getting chocolate off his fingers and admiring the blaze. After all, it's a party. With explosives. He totally belongs here.

[md_donighal]

In a thread where neither of them is talking to Ichigo, the man in the gray suit spies a face matching the description Wells gave him, and sees its owner bending the fire. "Master Zuko, I presume?" Not really waiting for an answer, he goes on, "I'm Michael Donighal. I'm an acquaintance of Sergeant Wells. Did you get to London yet?"