Post by kaitokatashi on Jun 14, 2009 17:06:39 GMT -6
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Jun 15, 2009 16:16:51 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2009 16:16:51 GMT -6
((Well Suyami, this is going to be fun. I am very rusty in my fighting skills so bear with me. Oh and I’m using our RP’s Zuko for this one so as to offer the two of us practice.))
The bitter wind roared across the rocky terrain, screaming and biting for attention. There, amongst the gravel, sat a banished prince, perched upon one of the many granite stones that littered the ground. His skin was as pale as it came, and with a clear sky he almost seemed to glow in the light of the full moon.
His garb was meager. He wore a red shirt and baggy pants which met and were tightened by a maroon cloth around his waist. In this blistering wind, he would blister with little trouble, but he kept warm by regulating his body temperature. A skill his uncle had taught him and one that proved to be lifesaving on many occasions. The wind rustled his jet black hair, and swayed his clothing westward, but he wouldn’t budge. He was meditating in the opposing forces of his bending. In the absence of the sun’s light, his bending relied more on his own chi with the cold air, his concentration would easily be rattled. He needed the experience. He would have to face Azula soon. She was his sister by blood only; nothing in their relationship pointed to any alternative. He would rather not fight her, not because she was superior in skill, but because he didn’t want the prize. He had been so happy without it. During his journey to Ba Sing Se, he, Karena, Nikuro, and Uncle Iroh lived like paupers, but they were happy. It was strange to think that for three years he had sought the Avatar, the only prize capable of regaining his honor. It was odd because that would have taken him back home to his atrocious “family.” Why did he want that so badly, back then? An abusive father, and a belittling sister; was that really his goal? Maybe, he thought the Avatar would change all of that. His father would be proud of him, and then Azula would boast about his prowess rather than her own. They were stupid fantasies, but they did shed light on what he sought after, a family. No matter how one put it, Zuko was always looking for the love he lost after his mother’s departure. It took the prince three years to realize this…how could he have been so foolish?
The young man’s eyelids opened up, reveling glimmering orbs of goldenrod. This wasn’t easy. His mind drifted off once again to his family. His meditation was there to give him more control of his chi. It was supposed to open his senses to the pathways within his body, but whenever he tried to abandon his reality, the image of Nikuro propped itself in his mind. His son barely a few months old was gone, being brainwashed by his cruel aunt. Zuko lowered his head in shame, and shut his eyes with disgrace.
Uh
Hu
This pain didn’t leave with his breath. Regardless of how many times he tried to reduce his pain, it never subsided. Ever since the incident at Ba Sing Se, it festered in his silence. He inhaled again, and then exhaled. Not this time, thought Zuko. He couldn’t clear his mind, he couldn’t reduce the pain; the meditation was more difficult than he had hoped. Having given up, the banished prince stretched out his legs, and then touched the rocky ground. His hands rested like his backside on the stone. He couldn’t leave yet, his legs were still half asleep.
The bitter wind roared across the rocky terrain, screaming and biting for attention. There, amongst the gravel, sat a banished prince, perched upon one of the many granite stones that littered the ground. His skin was as pale as it came, and with a clear sky he almost seemed to glow in the light of the full moon.
His garb was meager. He wore a red shirt and baggy pants which met and were tightened by a maroon cloth around his waist. In this blistering wind, he would blister with little trouble, but he kept warm by regulating his body temperature. A skill his uncle had taught him and one that proved to be lifesaving on many occasions. The wind rustled his jet black hair, and swayed his clothing westward, but he wouldn’t budge. He was meditating in the opposing forces of his bending. In the absence of the sun’s light, his bending relied more on his own chi with the cold air, his concentration would easily be rattled. He needed the experience. He would have to face Azula soon. She was his sister by blood only; nothing in their relationship pointed to any alternative. He would rather not fight her, not because she was superior in skill, but because he didn’t want the prize. He had been so happy without it. During his journey to Ba Sing Se, he, Karena, Nikuro, and Uncle Iroh lived like paupers, but they were happy. It was strange to think that for three years he had sought the Avatar, the only prize capable of regaining his honor. It was odd because that would have taken him back home to his atrocious “family.” Why did he want that so badly, back then? An abusive father, and a belittling sister; was that really his goal? Maybe, he thought the Avatar would change all of that. His father would be proud of him, and then Azula would boast about his prowess rather than her own. They were stupid fantasies, but they did shed light on what he sought after, a family. No matter how one put it, Zuko was always looking for the love he lost after his mother’s departure. It took the prince three years to realize this…how could he have been so foolish?
The young man’s eyelids opened up, reveling glimmering orbs of goldenrod. This wasn’t easy. His mind drifted off once again to his family. His meditation was there to give him more control of his chi. It was supposed to open his senses to the pathways within his body, but whenever he tried to abandon his reality, the image of Nikuro propped itself in his mind. His son barely a few months old was gone, being brainwashed by his cruel aunt. Zuko lowered his head in shame, and shut his eyes with disgrace.
Uh
Hu
This pain didn’t leave with his breath. Regardless of how many times he tried to reduce his pain, it never subsided. Ever since the incident at Ba Sing Se, it festered in his silence. He inhaled again, and then exhaled. Not this time, thought Zuko. He couldn’t clear his mind, he couldn’t reduce the pain; the meditation was more difficult than he had hoped. Having given up, the banished prince stretched out his legs, and then touched the rocky ground. His hands rested like his backside on the stone. He couldn’t leave yet, his legs were still half asleep.
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suyami
Jun 22, 2009 17:26:48 GMT -6
Post by suyami on Jun 22, 2009 17:26:48 GMT -6
The first thing that had struck Katara about the terrain was its temperature – freezing. She shivered, and almost wished for a parka she’d packed away a long time ago. Her arms convulsively clutched the blue fabric of her shirt tighter to her body. Blue eyes shot open at a particularly nasty blast of wind. Toughen up, she thought grimly. It was much colder in the North Pole, so there’s no reason to shiver here. The rocks underneath her feet scattered under her slight weight, and Katara unconsciously reached for one of her water flasks at the movement. She let it go almost immediately, and laughed a little at her paranoia.
Another step forward she almost slipped again, and ended up landing on her behind. The full moon stared down at her, and she couldn’t help smiling. She wasn’t usually this clumsy, but she usually didn’t walk on loose gravel either. Besides, no one was there to witness it, either. If Sokka had been there, he probably would have just laughed at her. Aang would have helped her up. She smiled at the thought of her airbending friend. It was hard for him to be the Avatar, harder than she could even imagine. She almost didn’t want to.
Katara sighed, and shifted so she was leaning against a large rock. At least the presence of the granite stone at her back cut down on the wind. She looked around, and tried to see if there was a source of running water. No such luck. It looked like she would have to wait on that drink of water. Cautiously, she inched up the rock, and tried in vain to warm it up with her body heat. The effort only left her shivering.
She mentally cursed herself for not leaving with her parka. True, she was being unfair – the weather had been nice these past few weeks, but that didn’t mean she could afford to be careless. It wasn’t just her own life that was riding on her, she had the entire group to think about. What with Nikuro gone and everyone worked up about Sabaku, she needed to keep a cool head. That was going to be hard enough without her forgetting things. Sure, this time it was only a parka, but next time, it could be anything.
She relaxed against the rock, and let her hands drop to the cool, slightly dusty ground. Yes, it was true that she took too much responsibility on her fourteen-year-old shoulders. Then again, though her body had only lived that long, she knew she had seen far too much to act like a simple fourteen-year-old. The war forced all the youth to grow up quicker, but when you were in the eye of the hurricane, so to speak, that speed was doubled. It was one of the reasons why she didn’t usually begrudge Aang his little kid moments. Though he was technically one hundred and twelve, he didn’t look or act it. She worried for him, both in a motherly sense, but also, in a way that was considerably… not maternal. The waterbender looked down at her hands, and self-consciously rubbed an old scar. Thoughts of Aang these days led to sadness – and anger. Azula…
A noise reached her ears, soft, but unmistakable. She immediately stood up and uncorked her flask, allowing a bit of water to flow out that she caught with her bending before it fell. “Who’s there?” she said sharply, her icy blue eyes narrowing.
Another step forward she almost slipped again, and ended up landing on her behind. The full moon stared down at her, and she couldn’t help smiling. She wasn’t usually this clumsy, but she usually didn’t walk on loose gravel either. Besides, no one was there to witness it, either. If Sokka had been there, he probably would have just laughed at her. Aang would have helped her up. She smiled at the thought of her airbending friend. It was hard for him to be the Avatar, harder than she could even imagine. She almost didn’t want to.
Katara sighed, and shifted so she was leaning against a large rock. At least the presence of the granite stone at her back cut down on the wind. She looked around, and tried to see if there was a source of running water. No such luck. It looked like she would have to wait on that drink of water. Cautiously, she inched up the rock, and tried in vain to warm it up with her body heat. The effort only left her shivering.
She mentally cursed herself for not leaving with her parka. True, she was being unfair – the weather had been nice these past few weeks, but that didn’t mean she could afford to be careless. It wasn’t just her own life that was riding on her, she had the entire group to think about. What with Nikuro gone and everyone worked up about Sabaku, she needed to keep a cool head. That was going to be hard enough without her forgetting things. Sure, this time it was only a parka, but next time, it could be anything.
She relaxed against the rock, and let her hands drop to the cool, slightly dusty ground. Yes, it was true that she took too much responsibility on her fourteen-year-old shoulders. Then again, though her body had only lived that long, she knew she had seen far too much to act like a simple fourteen-year-old. The war forced all the youth to grow up quicker, but when you were in the eye of the hurricane, so to speak, that speed was doubled. It was one of the reasons why she didn’t usually begrudge Aang his little kid moments. Though he was technically one hundred and twelve, he didn’t look or act it. She worried for him, both in a motherly sense, but also, in a way that was considerably… not maternal. The waterbender looked down at her hands, and self-consciously rubbed an old scar. Thoughts of Aang these days led to sadness – and anger. Azula…
A noise reached her ears, soft, but unmistakable. She immediately stood up and uncorked her flask, allowing a bit of water to flow out that she caught with her bending before it fell. “Who’s there?” she said sharply, her icy blue eyes narrowing.
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Jun 23, 2009 15:14:22 GMT -6
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They still felt prickly. Even though he wasn’t moving them, they still brought that uncomfortable feeling. The sensation was different than pain, but was as unwelcome as pain. The banished prince furled his face as he lifted himself off from the granite stone. He had already fallen because of the floor, and knew how to prevent it from happening again. As applied more weight to his legs, he dug his feet deep into the gravel, sure it felt incredible strange, but it beat a bruised and battered figure. He waited for a few moments before moving; the stinging sensation gradually began to die down, and was replaced by the familiar freezing sensation. The later of the two was more tolerable, but undesired. Taking a step forward, Zuko felt his leg give way and quickly leaned back on the stone. His action didn’t go unnoticed. His pale head turned around, and his golden eyes glared into the serene, moonlit land.
The voice he heard was familiar. To be honest it was more than familiar, it was almost comforting. He wasn’t alone outside, and that was surprising. It was the dead of night, and he had snuck out to avoid any attention. It was all because of his training. Uncle Iroh was a gifted instructor, but for some reason he could never abandon his thoughts. Try as he might; they always fell back on his son, Nikuro. Regardless of what the situation was, whenever he would try and meditate, he would falter when it came to clearing his mind, and continually stumble on the painful thoughts surrounding his son. Earlier that day, he got the idea that in the full moon, he might be able to stop thinking about Nikuro, but it failed—he failed.
As his golden eyes adjusted to the bluish tint, he could faintly make out the form of the Water Tribe girl. No, that was a boulder. He looked leftward, another stone, but a ways behind the stone that resembled uncle’s stomach was the figure he knew to be Katara unless it was that lemur. No, the lemur didn’t have a head like that; it was Katara; he was sure of it.
Zuko opened his mouth, he wanted to greet her, even speak to her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. After all that time he still felt guilty about his past actions. These people, he went to the ends of the earth to capture their companion, their friend, and even after joining a gang with the sole intent of killing them and securing the Avatar; they accepted him with welcome arms. They gave him food, and shelter; something he would not have done, were he in their position. The firebender knew that he could never repay their kindness, and he could never undo what he did against them. Whenever those ideas had popped into his head, he was always reminded of the ill will he had for her and her brother. They were nothing, but peasants in his eyes; he was their superior in all forms. Things changed, though. In the short spring, he grew and matured, and now he felt guilt about his former actions. He couldn’t bring himself to speak to her, to look her in the eye and know that those warm, motherly, blue eyes belonged to a girl responsible for keeping Karena alive, and the hope of the world breathing. He felt disgrace knowing that someone who had done such good was once viewed with such contempt in his eyes.
Zuko lowered his head. Not speaking would probable provoke her to attack; maybe then they’d be equal. No…they never would be.
The voice he heard was familiar. To be honest it was more than familiar, it was almost comforting. He wasn’t alone outside, and that was surprising. It was the dead of night, and he had snuck out to avoid any attention. It was all because of his training. Uncle Iroh was a gifted instructor, but for some reason he could never abandon his thoughts. Try as he might; they always fell back on his son, Nikuro. Regardless of what the situation was, whenever he would try and meditate, he would falter when it came to clearing his mind, and continually stumble on the painful thoughts surrounding his son. Earlier that day, he got the idea that in the full moon, he might be able to stop thinking about Nikuro, but it failed—he failed.
As his golden eyes adjusted to the bluish tint, he could faintly make out the form of the Water Tribe girl. No, that was a boulder. He looked leftward, another stone, but a ways behind the stone that resembled uncle’s stomach was the figure he knew to be Katara unless it was that lemur. No, the lemur didn’t have a head like that; it was Katara; he was sure of it.
Zuko opened his mouth, he wanted to greet her, even speak to her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. After all that time he still felt guilty about his past actions. These people, he went to the ends of the earth to capture their companion, their friend, and even after joining a gang with the sole intent of killing them and securing the Avatar; they accepted him with welcome arms. They gave him food, and shelter; something he would not have done, were he in their position. The firebender knew that he could never repay their kindness, and he could never undo what he did against them. Whenever those ideas had popped into his head, he was always reminded of the ill will he had for her and her brother. They were nothing, but peasants in his eyes; he was their superior in all forms. Things changed, though. In the short spring, he grew and matured, and now he felt guilt about his former actions. He couldn’t bring himself to speak to her, to look her in the eye and know that those warm, motherly, blue eyes belonged to a girl responsible for keeping Karena alive, and the hope of the world breathing. He felt disgrace knowing that someone who had done such good was once viewed with such contempt in his eyes.
Zuko lowered his head. Not speaking would probable provoke her to attack; maybe then they’d be equal. No…they never would be.
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suyami
Aug 1, 2010 22:39:40 GMT -6
Post by suyami on Aug 1, 2010 22:39:40 GMT -6
For such an empathetic and understanding person, Katara was easily annoyed when it came to certain things... things like being ignored. For that matter, she also got angry when people did stupid things with a callous attitude. Plain as day, she could see someone in front of her. Who was it? The wavering light from the swollen moon shone on none other than ex-Prince Zuko. Floored, Katara wavered between feeling indignation and confusion. Zuko had completely ignored her. She knew he could hear her; they were barely that far apart. The stretch of gravel that separated them seemed even longer in the silence, but it didn't mean that it hampered the sound of her voice. Maybe it wasn't the banished prince, and her eyes were deceiving her. But when Katara sidestepped a little to get a better look, sure enough, it was him. Hands lowered slightly at the sight of such a familiar face, and the stream of water she'd bended at the noise slipped silently back into its flask.
"Zuko," she said quietly, "I know you can hear me." A bit of the irritation leaked into her voice against her will. "Why are you ignoring me?" Katara queried, a thin brow arching in expectation. Normally, she would have been a bit gentler, but it was late at night and she had hoped to work off a bit of her anxiety about the upcoming fight and all it entailed. It was getting to the point where if Zuko annoyed her any further, she would attack just to work some of it off. Katara flushed a little at the thought; she wasn't someone who randomly went at the nearest person in sight when she got a little pissy. It was embarrassing to even think about. But it was too late, the thought of sparring with Zuko had already infiltrated her whirling mind. What if they were to test each other, master waterbender against advanced firebender? Who would win?
A spark lit in Katara's wide blue eyes. Looking up at the moon reminded her that she, not Zuko, had the advantage tonight. The faint glow shone on her, and Katara couldn't help but close her eyes and drink in the intoxicating, cool power of the night. A faint breeze wisped by, and her nostrils flared. The air was dry and crisp, not too different from the Southern Water Tribe's. Abruptly, she turned to face Zuko, having been too absorbed with her thoughts to pay attention till then. "Zuko," she said patiently. Hopefully he wouldn't irritate her further... "Would you like to spar with me? I'm feeling a little... jittery, and I wanted to work it off." Her eyes narrowed a little, and she let a smile quirk her lips. "I warn you, I won't go easy on you, though." Unconsciously she uncorked her flask and stepped into a waterbending stance.
OOC: So, this only took a year. Hehe. Shorter because there's not much to say.
"Zuko," she said quietly, "I know you can hear me." A bit of the irritation leaked into her voice against her will. "Why are you ignoring me?" Katara queried, a thin brow arching in expectation. Normally, she would have been a bit gentler, but it was late at night and she had hoped to work off a bit of her anxiety about the upcoming fight and all it entailed. It was getting to the point where if Zuko annoyed her any further, she would attack just to work some of it off. Katara flushed a little at the thought; she wasn't someone who randomly went at the nearest person in sight when she got a little pissy. It was embarrassing to even think about. But it was too late, the thought of sparring with Zuko had already infiltrated her whirling mind. What if they were to test each other, master waterbender against advanced firebender? Who would win?
A spark lit in Katara's wide blue eyes. Looking up at the moon reminded her that she, not Zuko, had the advantage tonight. The faint glow shone on her, and Katara couldn't help but close her eyes and drink in the intoxicating, cool power of the night. A faint breeze wisped by, and her nostrils flared. The air was dry and crisp, not too different from the Southern Water Tribe's. Abruptly, she turned to face Zuko, having been too absorbed with her thoughts to pay attention till then. "Zuko," she said patiently. Hopefully he wouldn't irritate her further... "Would you like to spar with me? I'm feeling a little... jittery, and I wanted to work it off." Her eyes narrowed a little, and she let a smile quirk her lips. "I warn you, I won't go easy on you, though." Unconsciously she uncorked her flask and stepped into a waterbending stance.
OOC: So, this only took a year. Hehe. Shorter because there's not much to say.
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Aug 2, 2010 11:12:40 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2010 11:12:40 GMT -6
((Indeed, an entire year. I hope you know that I completely lost that Zuko’s mindset. *Le Sigh* I guess I’ll shift things up. Thankfully, this will give us both practice for the inevitable battle 
))
Fight. Now, was now really the best time to fight. There was a battle about to take place, and they needed all the strength they had. That being said, he could use the training. No matter how long he thought about the upcoming battle, if he wasn’t physically prepared for it, then there really wasn’t any point in fighting.
Caught in the moonlight, he was at a clear disadvantage. He knew what happened to waterbenders during the night, and more impressively was how much strength they gained during the heavily moonlit hours. With that in mind, it wasn’t hard for him to imagine what would happen if he wasn’t careful or if he accepted her challenge. Still, as he had previously thought, without any physical training there wasn’t any reason to even go to battle at all. Arg! He’d have to accept her challenge and worse, probably get beaten.
The banished prince bit his lip, and then pushed off of the boulder that he was leaning against. This would be quite the challenge, there was loose gravel everywhere, and running across it was a nightmare that led to more problems that quicksand. In addition, these chunks of stone were all over the terrain, littered here and there without any thought in their decoration. Worse still was the night’s cold breath. Almost freezing, and just as biting, it didn’t help when it came to concentrating, and thusly would only work against him if he accepted the challenge.
After a quick shiver, he finally agreed to the inevitable. He narrowed his eye, and was certain of what he had to do. He didn’t want to hurt her, she was an ally after all, but he still wanted to win this. Clearing his head, he listened for the, oh so, familiar sound of running water, thankfully there wasn’t any. If he was quick enough, he could beat his fellow ally by just evaporating her water. Sure, she could easily clump it back together, but if he was quick enough, that thought wouldn’t even cross her mind.
To announce his agreement, the scarred, young firebender nodded. From what he could see, she was already ready for the fight.
The firebender inhaled, collected his thoughts, channeled his chi, and then punched a stream of fire at his ally; immediately afterwards, he got behind the boulder at his right, with his back turned to his opponent he needed to move quickly. Just as he touched the cold stone, he then dove at the boulder that was behind the boulder he was hiding behind, but in front of himself. When his pale hands touched the freezing stone, he immediately propelled himself up and onto a boulder that was just behind the one that he was currently pushing himself off of.
He had to constantly be on the move now. Unfortunately, his acrobatics were the only way to shuffle across this gravely terrain. The only way for him to not lose his momentum was to leap from boulder to boulder and strike when the opportunity came at hand.
This time, unlike the first boulder landed on, he landed feet first and wasn’t in an awkward handstand. Without hesitation, he spun himself around and searched for his waterbending opponent. Hopefully, having the high ground in this fight wouldn’t be a disadvantage.
))Fight. Now, was now really the best time to fight. There was a battle about to take place, and they needed all the strength they had. That being said, he could use the training. No matter how long he thought about the upcoming battle, if he wasn’t physically prepared for it, then there really wasn’t any point in fighting.
Caught in the moonlight, he was at a clear disadvantage. He knew what happened to waterbenders during the night, and more impressively was how much strength they gained during the heavily moonlit hours. With that in mind, it wasn’t hard for him to imagine what would happen if he wasn’t careful or if he accepted her challenge. Still, as he had previously thought, without any physical training there wasn’t any reason to even go to battle at all. Arg! He’d have to accept her challenge and worse, probably get beaten.
The banished prince bit his lip, and then pushed off of the boulder that he was leaning against. This would be quite the challenge, there was loose gravel everywhere, and running across it was a nightmare that led to more problems that quicksand. In addition, these chunks of stone were all over the terrain, littered here and there without any thought in their decoration. Worse still was the night’s cold breath. Almost freezing, and just as biting, it didn’t help when it came to concentrating, and thusly would only work against him if he accepted the challenge.
After a quick shiver, he finally agreed to the inevitable. He narrowed his eye, and was certain of what he had to do. He didn’t want to hurt her, she was an ally after all, but he still wanted to win this. Clearing his head, he listened for the, oh so, familiar sound of running water, thankfully there wasn’t any. If he was quick enough, he could beat his fellow ally by just evaporating her water. Sure, she could easily clump it back together, but if he was quick enough, that thought wouldn’t even cross her mind.
To announce his agreement, the scarred, young firebender nodded. From what he could see, she was already ready for the fight.
The firebender inhaled, collected his thoughts, channeled his chi, and then punched a stream of fire at his ally; immediately afterwards, he got behind the boulder at his right, with his back turned to his opponent he needed to move quickly. Just as he touched the cold stone, he then dove at the boulder that was behind the boulder he was hiding behind, but in front of himself. When his pale hands touched the freezing stone, he immediately propelled himself up and onto a boulder that was just behind the one that he was currently pushing himself off of.
He had to constantly be on the move now. Unfortunately, his acrobatics were the only way to shuffle across this gravely terrain. The only way for him to not lose his momentum was to leap from boulder to boulder and strike when the opportunity came at hand.
This time, unlike the first boulder landed on, he landed feet first and wasn’t in an awkward handstand. Without hesitation, he spun himself around and searched for his waterbending opponent. Hopefully, having the high ground in this fight wouldn’t be a disadvantage.
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