Guess who's back...

[songofthedeep]

[Sound of crunching underbrush]

Ow...

[more crunching]

OW. Bloody Hell... fucking... TWIGS...

[A good, solid crackleWHUMP as something large crashes to the ground]

... Yeah. I'll just stay here a bit.

Comments

[theburningpath]

CY!

You're... you're back! Where are you?

[over his shoulder] COR! CY'S BACK!

[songofthedeep]

I'm in the woods. Surrounded by twigs. Y'know, walking's not my strong suite.

Nice to see you too, Firebug. You seem kinda... how long was I gone, anyway?

[theburningpath]

I'm coming to get you. Some stuff has happened and- I'll tell you about it when I get there.

[Through the crow, Zuko can be seen hastily pulling on one of his tunics and grabbing his swords]

[songofthedeep]

Huh? .... Right then, if you really think that's...

[confused]

[priorpyro]

...heh. Welcome back, fishstick.

[songofthedeep]

Oy! What've you been up to, Red?

[priorpyro]

Oh, dodging suspicious inquiries, listening to the tranquil sounds of fire and gunshots, you know... the usual.

[songofthedeep]

Bollucks, that's not the usual.

Zuko's on his way over to find me, he practically had a fit. You wanna tell me what's going on?

[imbalancing]

[...Those twigs are kinda loud, man.]

...Do you mind?

[songofthedeep]

Nah, I just came back from the dead. Forgive me for offending your delicate ears, jackarse.

Piss off.

[imbalancing]

Language.

[songofthedeep]

Don't you 'language' me, you pansy-arsed wanker. I'm a grown man, I'll use whatever language I damned well please. And if you don't fucking like it, here's a suggestion... turn off the crow.