☄17. [RL with Peter]

Jul 06, 2010 11:47

It was the hot part of the day, which in the Fire Nation, a volcanic archipelago near the world's equator, meant something. Court always stopped for an hour or two at the height of the afternoon, and everyone adjourned to wait out the miserable humidity ( Read more... )

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askedtobe July 6 2010, 23:16:41 UTC
While Camelot had been interesting, that didn't change the fact that Peter wanted out of there sooner rather than later. The possibility of being found out and had been nagging at the back of his mind the entirety of his "visit" and only encouraged him that much more to find somewhere to control his abilities where no one would see ( ... )

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honorregained July 7 2010, 03:03:44 UTC
Zuko, intent as he was, immediately noticed Peter's arrival. Ever since Azula's unannounced visit, he'd been particularly sensitive to people taking him by surprise: he swung around in an aggressive stance, which dropped in surprise not a moment later.

"Peter?" he said, still putting things together. "What are you-- No, wait, you... You did it again, didn't you?" Groaning, he wiped the sweat from his face with his shirt and walked over. "You're lucky no one else was here but me."

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askedtobe July 7 2010, 04:16:03 UTC
Trying to process that he'd worldhopped once again, Peter was slower when it came to noticing what was going on around him. But hearing his name was enough to get him to turn and see Zuko, still somewhat wide-eyed from surprise. And suddenly even more so.

For a few seconds Peter just stares, looking almost put out, and then he sighs, well aware that he was quite possibly the last person Zuko wanted to see. "Believe me, I know it was lucky." Giving another look around himself to try and brush off the frustration of being unable to control his abilities, he finally looks up again. "Yeah, I was trying to get home."

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honorregained July 8 2010, 21:08:42 UTC
Despite Peter's expectations, Zuko took the situation more or less in stride. "It's progress, anyway," he said, mostly succeeding at holding in a sigh. "Come on, we need to get you clothes that... make sense. And a cover story."

He retrieved his shirt and slipped it on, belting it as he walked over to a covered walkway. "This way," he declared.

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