You're giving me no choice

Sep 20, 2010 21:40

Who: zuzukins, unyieldingwater, and nakamadile
When: backdated to September 18th, afternoon
Where: The poor section of town
Summary: Zuko's going to attempt looking for Azula again. And this time he has help. Once again, his efforts will prove futile, but the CR will be worth it. Maybe.
Warnings: Nothing if Zuko and Katara manage to be civil to one another. So far so good. / ( Read more... )

katara, zuko, sir crocodile

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nakamadile September 21 2010, 04:46:59 UTC
"Are we ready to get on with this hunt?" the 8'3" man said, stomping onto the scene. He smoked with a bored expressions, looking down on Zuko, "I want to be back soon."

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unyieldingwater September 21 2010, 10:51:33 UTC
So, she's managed to be civil to Zuko over the NV. That was the first experiment. The real test was being civil to him in person. It shouldn't be too difficult, even if she was trying to help him find Azula of all people. What they would do if they actually found her was another matter entirely. Nonetheless, shortly after speaking with Zuko on the network she headed out to Zuko's "Apartment".

Love what you've done with the place, Zuko. Really.

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zuzukins September 21 2010, 20:29:08 UTC
Zuko couldn't tell what was more unnerving. Seeing a 8'3" beast of a man smoking a cigar about as long as his arm towering over him, or seeing Katara in person. He almost wanted to take his chances with the beast-man. Almost.

All righty then.

Biting his lower lip, he hesitated leaving for just a second. They might not be back before the sirens. Zuko was certainly determined not to come back before he found Azula. And the last thing he wanted was something else weighing on his mind while he had to concentrate. Lips drawn into a determined frown, he scooped Smokey up and tucked the tiny kitten into his outer shirt.

"Okay, let's go."

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nakamadile September 21 2010, 23:25:24 UTC
Crocodile grabbed the both of them and took off, his lower body transforming into a mass or rolling, churning sand, perpetually spinning and flowing. It drove them all at a rapid pace through the streets.

"Direct me."

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