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[fn_rebel]

[Jet’s walking around, only half paying attention as he scans the letter in his one hand.  It’s about the third time he’s done this now, and nothing seems to be registering.  Which frustrates him more than worries him.  They can’t explain how he got here or how he got back, but they could leave a letter just to inform him of it, huh?  How

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[fn_rebel]

Katara!

[It's said really before Jet can process anything. She's here, he can see her. Is this a good or a bad thing? Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. Either way, he approaches her without any signs of hesitation.

When he's actually right behind her, he starts to doubt himself. Still, he lets his fingers lightly touch her elbow for her attention.]

Katara?

[It's a lot more unsure.]

[fn_rebel]

[Her confusion confuses him. Not as much as her being here, though, or the awkward gesture. But after composing himself and letting it all sink in, he lets his hand fall to his side and returns her smile with a half-smirk.]

Yeah.

[He digs in his pocket and pulls out the wrinkled up parchment he's almost embarrassed he got so angry at. Glancing at it one more time, he holds it out to her in hope of some answers.]

I'm glad to see you, too. [Even though he's pretty sure tey just saw each other.] What's...going on around here?

[makeashowofit]

[If Jet were to walk through town towards a bar, there's a man there playing darts in the corner.

Which may not be that interesting until you noticed that while he's throwing darts, there's a string attached to his leather bracelet that leads down to wrap around a fifty pound weight on the other end. Despite the added weight, he's still tossing these darts as if there's nothing there.]

[fn_rebel]

...what're you doing?

[It's really the only question that seems to make sense. Jet had never even seen how darts was originally played, adding the weight just seems pointless. So, he stops to ask.]

[makeashowofit]

[Marvelous looks over with a small smirk before shooting another dart at the board, hitting slightly below the center.]

Darts.

[fn_rebel]

And darts are?

[He approaches the bar very curiously.]

[pyromatics]

[After one too many episodes of experiencing Rolo's ability and the toll it had taken on his health for a while weeks ago, Zuko's also out and about in Fisherman's Horizon. He just wants a bit of fresh air, to get out of the inn and his 'room'. It isn't like Zuko hasn't been out in the new town before but this time something tells him that he shouldn't be cooped up for the rest of the day. Call it a gut feeling.

Besides. Laying on his bed staring at the ceiling is probably one of the lamest things to do when he could be outside under the sun. Near the docks, the salt from the sea in the breeze.

So here is Zuko, out and about. And he's definitely not paying any attention to where he's going, his eyes up on the sky above. Partly cloud with a breeze that's neither warm or chilly. Zuko hears the footsteps of whoever else is approaching him but as he goes to look forward and step out of their way-- BAM --Zuko's bumped full-force into the other.]

S-sorry--!

[It's an immediate reaction, his apology. And it's repeated on a mutter as Zuko

[fn_rebel]

[Jet's muscles physically tense at the interaction, but the apology that follows it up makes him relax. It wasn't an assault or an attack, so he keeps his hands away from his swords and does his best to regain his footing, almost stumbling over and landing on the ground, but catching himself on a wall. He rubs his cheek and clears his throat, hoping he doesn't sound like he was too distracted, because he really was.]

Hey, don't worry about it. It was just--

[He was calm until he looked down to offer a hand to that familiar face. His jaw clenches and, if Zuko were looking close enough, he could see every tense muscle in the Freedom Fighter's body.

Shit doesn't even begin to describe it.

In the blink of an eye, Jet has his swords drawn and has one sharpened hooked pointed to Zuko.]

You.

[pyromatics]

[This shouldn't be too surprising to Zuko, but it is. He finds himself staring down at the pointed hook. Golden eyes narrow and the firebender goes to knock aside the blade.

Fuck his life-- this guy sure does have perfect timing.]

Yeah. Me. Should have known you would show up again.

[fn_rebel]

Again? Stop flattering me. If I were here before, you'd be gone.

[Jet goes to catch his wrist in his attempt to slap it away. He doesn't move quick enough to draw blood, but he gives a tug to get Zuko to his feet. He wants to finish him. He wants to make it hurt and make him feel pain, but he wants to make him fight, too.

If it's possible.

Without those duo swords, Jet braces himself for fire, knowing full-well it's more likely to lead to his end than Zuko's.]

Get up. Let's go, firebender - where are your swords now?

[thecolorleslite]

Home seems to be the wrong word for this.

[Shelke is standing not to far away , her arms crossed and looking thoroughly bored]

[fn_rebel]

[He looks over curiously.]

Yeah, maybe. But what else am I supposed to make of this place?

[thecolorleslite]

[ Hm. ]

Whatever makes you comfortable , I wager. If "home" it is , then so be it. [She doesn't sound sarcastic or anything. Her voice seems tired]

[fn_rebel]

Not much can make me comfortable right now...I'm just asking you what you'd go as far as to call this place.

I only just got here.