>>5968416>>5968506Thanks anons. I had a mild fever but got better by the morning.
Going to post the update, a bit on the shorter side, but I want to give players a bit more agency on who we develop relationships with / what information we can obtain, so bear with it for a little while.
As for the Aang/Zuko fight, I'd like anons to be rolling for either Aang or Zuko, likely a best of two for each so I'd only as for 4 anon rolls per post instead of 6. Leaving it to chance should make it fun.
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You drop your stance and point behind you with your thumb. “I’ll let my brother decide. It’s his hunt, after all.” You look behind you, Zuko stumbles a bit and one of the soldiers is helping him up.
You speak to the Avatar in loud hushes afterwards. “Though he might be in a very foul mood after that fight with your warrior.” You take a hand to your chin, thinking, a little smile appearing again on your face. “I’m sure the Avatar could make the situation better by fighting him in a duel to regain his lost honor. A few airbending tricks, then surrender.” You shrug. “Afterwards I’m sure I’ll be able to convince him to let the village be.”
Aang nods, thoroughly decided. “Fine, I’ll play your games. As long as you swear you won’t hurt these people.”
“When’s the Fire Nation ever broken a promise?” You reply. The words linger in the air for a moment, though you’re not sure if the Avatar has gotten the irony of it.
Zuko stomps his way besides you. “Azula.” He says, then points to the Avatar. “Who’s that?”
“The Avatar.” You reply.
“What?!” He exclaims.
The Avatar shows a big, stupid, shy smile. “Yeah…”
“How’s that possible?” Zuko continues. “He’s supposed to be over a hundred years old.”
“I have no idea.” You reply. “But he’s offered himself on a silver platter after a bit of convincing.”
Zuko clenches his fist. “This was supposed to be my hunt.” You sigh, of course he’d say that.
Aang takes a step forward. “I won’t go without uh…” he doubts for a moment, unsure on how to continue. “...duelling your leader!” He finishes.
Zuko raises an eyebrow and looks back to you, you shrug. “Fine.” He takes a stance.
“Wait!” the Avatar says. “Not here, on the old ship. I don’t want any of these people to be hurt.”
Zuko moves out of his stance. “And how do I know you won’t just use this time to escape?”
“I’ll go with you guys.” The kid replies.
Zuko nods. “Fine, let’s get this over with.”
Your ships head back to that derelict old ship, and quite a derelict one. It’s one of the earliest models, no coal-powered engine. The Avatar is sitting at the front of the ship, looking quite crestfallen. Zuko is watching him like a hound, while Uncle has made tea, as he always does around this time of day.
You have time to speak with someone before reaching.
>Surely the Avatar has some useful things to say.>You’d like to know what’s on Zuko’s mind, though you have a good guess.>Maybe Uncle Iroh has some wisdom to share.