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[favoured_azula]

Door opens

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[forge_fire]

...there's an immediate desire to trip her that he discounts.

That said, the man with the cane doesn't do so. Instead, he watches her from behind a bowl of olives and a small cup of wine.

[favoured_azula]

And she watches him back, eyes taking in everything about him. Everything.

[forge_fire]

Everything visible, anyway. Heph's somewhat closed off, just a habit from the centuries. Mostly he just looks like a friendly, if quietly intense, sort of man with his olives and his wine... and a very distinctly lame leg.

[favoured_azula]

The leg only gets a passing glance. Never underestimate someone because of their physical flaws. She's a girl in a male driven society...yet she's managed a lot for her age.

Yet nothing moves her to speak to him. Except the feeling...the feeling of fire. The undeniable feeling of fire.

[lichvell_r]

Red eyes watch her arrival. Pale skin, red eyes, and snakelike pupils. Not really unfreindly, just not too much welcoming.

[favoured_azula]

Gold eyes glance over the bar, taking in the patrons. She lingers over the red-eyed one...but not much longer than she doesn anyone else as well.

[lichvell_r]

"Welcome to hell. What is your choice of eternal punishment?" Ravin smirks a bit, watching the newcomer.

[favoured_azula]

Azula returns her gaze to the girl, offering no emotion. "Isn't hell supposed to have more fire?"

[loveinalocket]

There is a girl with improbably violet hair watching her curiously. Shiori's been here long enough to recognize the slightly stunned expression that a person usually wears on their first trip to bar, but something about this girl is... different. Maybe it's the uniform, maybe not. Either way, Shiori sets aside her cards and goes to greet her. "Hello," she says politely. "Are you lost?"

[favoured_azula]

"Hello." Azula answers back, politely. She knows when to pull out manners. When to get her way. "I guess you could say that."

[loveinalocket]

Shiori nods. "Then may I have the pleasure of welcoming you to Milliways, the Bar at the End of the Universe? Has someone already explained the rules to you yet?"

[favoured_azula]

"...No." Azula glances over at this so-called Bar at the End of the Universe. "They haven't."

[princeinexile]

Zuko is over here. After Azula has been told the rules by someone with better temper then him.

At least it looks like Zuko. His scar is Zuko's. His short, shaggy hair is Zuko's. His face is Zuko's. The clothes belong to someone who likes t-shirts with and comfortable jeans and good work boots.

Tea steams in a cup before him, and he gazes out a window, two great grey dogs romping in the grass outside as evening falls.

[favoured_azula]

His choice of clothing makes Azula wrinkle her nose as she wanders closer to him. He is definitely her brother. Same hair. Same face. Same scar. Definitely same scar.

"Zuzu." She smirks as she stands behind him, arms crossed.

[princeinexile]

Zuko's head was turning-- he may be partially deaf on this side, but-- those boots, that step, the scent of ozone... He remembers them.

So maybe she is treated, briefly, to a start that is open mouth and maybe akin to oh, no, but it is truly fleeting. His teeth click as his mouth snaps shut, his lips press into a narrow line, and he simply LOOKS at his sister.

"Don't call me that."

[favoured_azula]

Her smirk grows wider. "Aw, but Zuko, don't you love childhood memories and nicknames?"

You know...when she was still mean?

[favoured_azula]

Azula glances over at her as she stands, but makes no move to be the first to actually speak. She's eying the woman's skin colour, confusion now clearly showing through on her face.

[favoured_azula]

Azula straightens. "Is that so?"

She speaks sardonically, with a snap that is beyond her years. She has never acted her fourteen years.