first flame [your girlfriend is in another castle]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

Mai, I—

[Zuko has appeared on the plane by accident, which isn't too hard to imagine, given his penchant for disaster. He's dressed in his royal robes, near full-length shades of red and dark, but his fluffy dark hair is down and hanging rather messily (if not cutely) around his face. He stares at the stars around him openly, gaping sort of like a lionfish before something comes to him. In this state, the scarred eye looks somewhat reptilian... definitely kind of shocking upon first look.]

Is this the Spirit World? I've... never actually seen it, but that doesn't matter. Or maybe it's a trick... [cups his mouth and yells] Hello! Is anyone out there? Hello!?

So it's a prank. [He looks around a bit more, then realizes something important.] No door? No door? How am I -- nrrrgh, can't you see I was busy?!

AZULA!! What did you do?!

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[firedprince.livejournal.com]

Prince Zuko. What do you mean you don't know me? [RRRGH THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING.] Is this the Spirit World?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should be clearer; I've no notion who you are, I've never heard of a prince Zuko in Tortall or Tusaine or any other country. I don't know you.

And if you mean the Realm of the Gods, then no. It's just the Astral Plane.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

Turtle? [YOUR FOREIGN NAMES ARE FOREIGN.] ... None of this is making sense. I've never heard of the Astral Plane, or either of those places, and I've been all over the world.

What's going on?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She sighs and rubs her face.] Tor. Tall. I'll be as gentle about this as I can, laddiebuck. You're not in your world any more. This place? It's like a spot between all the worlds people here know.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... What? So you're not even from - that's impossible.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Apparently not. Look between your feet, lad. Does that look like any sort of ground you've seen before? [Since there sort of IS NO GROUND lawl]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[... looks down]

...

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Relax. It's there. You just can't see it.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... I don't like this.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

You'll get used to it.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[HMPH.]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

I'm Aniki, by the way.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[kind of halfheartedly] I didn't ask for your name.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Gave yours, though. It's only fair.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[...] Whatever.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Sigggh] I suppose I should tell you what I told him, for all the good it will do. You should try relaxing and talking like an actual person instead of a prince. It might get people to listen instead of telling you to be quiet.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

If I don't, people will disrespect me.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Respect doesn't come from having leather lungs.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[He's making a face now.] I don't need you to tell me what to do.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

No more than I need you telling me the same. Where are you from? Fire Nation aside, I mean.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

...

The capital. But I've been all over the world.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Oh? And what's your world like?

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... It's broken.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Quiets for a moment, then nods] I know what that's like, though from the side of the poor, not the princes.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... So do I.