Missing Something [Active]

[notanotherrufio]

Character(s): Zuko, open to anyone else
Content: Prince Zuko arrives
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Twilight
Warnings: ...Zuko's temper, lots of angst, and...oh yeah...FIRE.

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[halfdarkened]

Finally. Riku sighed to himself. About time. After having had a history of being caught by visitors and ending up as an instructor of Paixao 101 several times, it was refreshing to get to a gate and not be questioned. Distracting the guard had been painfully simple this time around, and his pride showed when he removed the hood from the gray cloak he'd bought for the occasion. It wasn't as effective as an Organization coat, but it worked nonetheless.

Riku'd only been outside the city once, albeit only a few days ago. Still, that never did satisfy Riku's curiosity and need for freedom. Vanaheim was the gate closest to a beach, and even if it was just as fake as the one the next floor up, it was easier to access and one he'd yet to explore. He breathed in the air, barely able to taste the salt on the wind.

However, his rare moment of peace was shattered by a terrible cry, and some distance away Riku caught sight of a brief but intense conflagration. And at the center of it was... A man. He watched, listening to yells he

[notanotherrufio]

Zuko took a second to figure out how to use the weird thing he'd been given. It wasn't at all simple, since he could read any of what it said, but eventually he found it had a "voice" thing, that could speak in his language. Some of the commands were pretty obvious, and he decided to use it to make a...post, he thought it said?

After that, he walked further into the city. It wasn't strange that nothing seemed the same as it had at home, or anywhere he'd been, though it was...similar. The buildings were kind of the same, at some level, big blocks with roofs on them, and balconies too; and the streets were paved with stone too. It was mostly the way everything was decorated that was so different. There were the normal city things of shops and restaurants, and the other odds and ends.

However, that didn't change the fact that even with a map, Zuko was lost. The map seemed vague to him, though he was probably...missing...something

[halfdarkened]

Riku kept his distance amongst the people, tending to stick to dimmer-lit corners and walls. But one thing he had learned while hiding from the Organization was how to move with the crowd, too. When the scarred teen's impressive display sent the people gasping and stepping back, Riku moved with the crowd.

And it was again a matter of seeing what happened. If the man walked off, Riku would have to follow, and more carefully this time. Unless specifically called out, he had little plan to reveal himself to a potential threat. Not yet at least. Right now it was important to pick his battles.

[notanotherrufio]

"I know you're following me, so come out!" Zuko yelled into the crowd, getting a few more steps backward, some whimpering, and a few gasps. "I'm not going to ask again!" He made a fireball in his right hand, but again, this was more of a threat.

The prince had his own issues to deal with, without people trying to stalk him. No one here even seemed to know who he was, so why did they even care?

[halfdarkened]

Hidden by the shade of his hood, Riku's eyes grew wide at the threat. He was unable to tell if this was a bluff or if this guy actually intended to follow through.

But these peoples' lives are fake. Not even convincing anyway. Does it matter if an illusion is hurt?

...Am I totally sure these are all natives?

And he picked his battle.

"Threatening innocent people to find someone?" Riku stepped out on the newcomer's left as a collection of bright blue sparks formed a weapon. "That's pretty low." His "sword" appeared to be make of wings, the primary one belonging to some demonic bat or dragon. A turquoise eye gleamed at the hilt. Needless to say, people stepped back from the now-armed hooded figure.