I hate the Animus.

[This is muttered to himself as Zuko plays with his PCD to filter out several messages. His voice sounds tense, like he's fighting back the urge to cry. Or have a panic attack. Whatever comes first.]

( Filtered to Snape )

[The PCD flickers on to show only a few select images... a shadowed figure, swathed in blankets, twisting and turning in his bed. Pale fingers gripped at his sheets and, for the barest moment, you can hear Zuko's terrified voice hissing into the darkness.]

No... no, no, no, I didn't do it... I didn't mean to -- stop --

[Zuko throws himself onto ( Read more... )

No one is to talk to me about anything that I said this week. At all. Ever. It didn't happen.

[Filtered to Hitsugaya // Private // Unhackable]

I have fifteen cat toys I made with you, plus a ton that I apparently made with Samaren. This is partially your fault. Do you and Sasuke have cats or should I light them on fire?

[The PCD has fallen out of Zuko's pocket to show a decapitated Angel, smoking and burning in front of where Rhode is staying. The beast has been burnt to near ashes. Safe to say, it won't be contaminating anyone anytime soon. Just outside of the camera's line of vision is Zuko, who is bleeding heavily from his arms, presumably from the battle he ( Read more... )

[The PCD is held loosely in his hands; the little bastard has a nasty habit of turning on when Zuzu least expects it. It's late in the morning and Zuko is sitting outside, looking irritated, because if there is anything about Prince Zuko, he is never happy or satisfied. He squints at the sky, the unrelenting sun, and sighs.]Maybe I'll train today ( Read more... )

[The PCD flicks on to see a one exiled shamed fire Prince Zuko, sitting on a rock, staring insolently into the camera. He is covered in dust and soot -- the teenager looks like he has just been through a war ( Read more... )