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I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was;
[ Zuko had been wandering around for days.
He didn't know for how long, exactly, but he did know that he was sick and tired of it. He had twigs stuck in his hair and he was almost out of trail mix--which wasn't really a very filling food as it was--and ugh! This wouldn't have happened if he--well, he actually didn't know what he did to end up here, but it must have been something, because the one road to nowhere was a special torture all it's own.
But the weird fire porcupine creature had been alright company ( even if all it said was cyndaquil), and while he could have kept it in it's poke-ball, that seemed a little cruel. Like something Azula would do, and believe him, he could remember being shoved into closets. So his Cyndaquil spent most of its time either in his arms or trotting along beside him, being aggravatingly cute.
He eventually did reach a town, but unfortunately for him, he had no idea where it was. It was unlike any place he had ever seen before, and it didn't really look like it belonged to any particular nation. Maybe...he should have actually looked at that handbook, instead of tossing it in a river with is pokegear. Uhh. ]
Well, I guess we should go gather information. Someone here should know something. And I need to figure out why my bending's not working...
[ So he scooped up Cyndaquil and looked around. Who should he interrogate first...? ]
He didn't know for how long, exactly, but he did know that he was sick and tired of it. He had twigs stuck in his hair and he was almost out of trail mix--which wasn't really a very filling food as it was--and ugh! This wouldn't have happened if he--well, he actually didn't know what he did to end up here, but it must have been something, because the one road to nowhere was a special torture all it's own.
But the weird fire porcupine creature had been alright company ( even if all it said was cyndaquil), and while he could have kept it in it's poke-ball, that seemed a little cruel. Like something Azula would do, and believe him, he could remember being shoved into closets. So his Cyndaquil spent most of its time either in his arms or trotting along beside him, being aggravatingly cute.
He eventually did reach a town, but unfortunately for him, he had no idea where it was. It was unlike any place he had ever seen before, and it didn't really look like it belonged to any particular nation. Maybe...he should have actually looked at that handbook, instead of tossing it in a river with is pokegear. Uhh. ]
Well, I guess we should go gather information. Someone here should know something. And I need to figure out why my bending's not working...
[ So he scooped up Cyndaquil and looked around. Who should he interrogate first...? ]