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[princeinexile]

[OOM: A pawn moves itself.His things are in a bag; his clothing suits twentieth century London

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[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne has been outside most of the evening, burning off extra energy at the shooting range. She heads over to the bar for a drink and maybe conversation; she's overdue, after a few hours spent with no one but paper targets.

With the change of clothes, it takes her a minute to recognize Zuko. It's probably best for all concerned that she doesn't try to sneak up on him.

"Hey, Li." She glances at the bag. "Traveling?"

[princeinexile]

"Hoping to," he says. "Looking for a door."

He glances over at where the door should be. "Where does yours go?"

[song_tra_bong]

"It's been opening up on my house in Greece," she answers.

"Where are you trying to get?"

[princeinexile]

"Anywhere," he says. Picky? Not Zuko. Not when he's on the run. "I've been-- to a place in Greece. But probably not like yours," he says thoughtfully.

[md_donighal]

The style of clothing may throw the man in the gray suit, but the scar, and the aura of fire, un-throw him. "Master Zuko," he says. "I'm glad to see you're up and about."

[princeinexile]

Zuko turns his head, and says, "I didn't realize I was down."

He isn't. Not yet. But he's close. Li is still there. He has to go back to him. But for now, he can answer to his own name.

[md_donighal]

"Sergeant Wells told me you were under care in the House of Arch. For his sake, I hope you've actually been let go and aren't just discharging yourself."

[princeinexile]

"I think that's up to me," Zuko says simply.

Totally discharged himself.