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[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[With the sudden change in most of the cadets around Garden, Zuko was one of the lucky few who hadn't lost any years or gained any. He had remained the same sixteen year old teenager that he was, fiery temper, impatience and all.

Days ago the Fire Princess had disappeared.

Zuko thought about asking on the school boards about where his sister had gone to, but by the time he went to write up the post, all of this had happened. Who was going to be able to read the message or know anything if there was no one but brats running around?

He's figured that, by now, Azula's gone off home to the Fire Nation. Just as Sokka and Toph had gone weeks ago. It won't stop him from taking a look around Garden though to see if he can find her.]

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[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Stops and looks him over in thought. What an odd one, but he reminds him of Aang... kind of, the whole being friendly... thing.]

Uh... sure. Thanks.

[werepanther]

No problem. [holds out a hand] I'm Instructor Bronson; normally, I teach Boxing. But given the current state of Garden... we're all babysitters.

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Looks down at the hand, pauses, then instead of taking it he nods.]

An Instructor then. I see.

You can call me Zuko.

[werepanther]

Nice to meet you! [Man, this is what he hates the most about Instructors; everyone's always so dang formal.] But call me Tom outside of class, okay? I'm not that much older than you.

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Zuko sizes him up.]

How old are you then?

[werepanther]

Twenty two. [sheepishly shrugs]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

Six years my senior, then.

[werepanther]

Still not that much older. [grins] Age's a pretty relative number.