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[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

[Jet’s walking around, only half paying attention as he scans the letter in his one hand.  It’s about the third time he’s done this now, and nothing seems to be registering.  Which frustrates him more than worries him.  They can’t explain how he got here or how he got back, but they could leave a letter just to inform him of it, huh?  How convinient.
 
A little more aggressively than he intends to, he stuffs the paper into his pocket and lets his hand linger there.  He lets his other hand find the other pocket as he quickens his pace.  A thousand thoughts are racing through his mind, and by now he's practically jogging in hopes of a familiar face.  Were the others here?  He’d been fighting (with?) Aang, right?  Maybe he got sucked into this place or whatever.
 
Walking along the Fisherman’s Horizon, Jet goes to call out the names of his friends but stops.  What use would it be?  What if it would endanger them or somehow lure them here or--
 
Temptation gets the better of him and he ventures out more, frowning and pursing his lips.]
 
Guess this is home.

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[watertides.livejournal.com]

[It's been a couple of relaxing weeks while the school has been parked at Fisherman's Horizon for renovations and vacation. But, despite all the relaxation which cadets should be basking in stressed by the Headmaster, Katara can't help but become more and more nervous as the days pass. Her SeeD exam is creeping up sooner and sooner, and as always Katara can't help but worry.

She's taking a walk around the small town to clear her mind and try to relax. The fact that they're close to water is quite calming to her; the sound of waves lapping against the metal structure of the Horizon is soothing to the point that she's so lost in thought, she isn't very aware of her surroundings.]

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

Katara!

[It's said really before Jet can process anything. She's here, he can see her. Is this a good or a bad thing? Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. Either way, he approaches her without any signs of hesitation.

When he's actually right behind her, he starts to doubt himself. Still, he lets his fingers lightly touch her elbow for her attention.]

Katara?

[It's a lot more unsure.]

[watertides.livejournal.com]

[The first call of her name barely registers to Katara, but the touch against her elbow is what finally breaks her out of her thoughts. Katara turns to address whoever is calling her name, before freezing in place.]

Jet...?

[She's dumbstruck. Of course she knew this could have been a possibility; after all, it had happened to Toph and Sokka as they had both been here in the past before disappearing, only to reappear all over again. But for Jet to be standing in front of her again, even when the reality of what happened to him in her time still cemented into the back of her head...

There's an awkward gesture of her arms, almost as if she is about to hug him but thought better of it. Instead, she gives him smile that's full of relief.]

I... I'm glad you're alright. Did you just get here?

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

[Her confusion confuses him. Not as much as her being here, though, or the awkward gesture. But after composing himself and letting it all sink in, he lets his hand fall to his side and returns her smile with a half-smirk.]

Yeah.

[He digs in his pocket and pulls out the wrinkled up parchment he's almost embarrassed he got so angry at. Glancing at it one more time, he holds it out to her in hope of some answers.]

I'm glad to see you, too. [Even though he's pretty sure tey just saw each other.] What's...going on around here?

[watertides.livejournal.com]

[Her expression turns almost sympathetic at the sight of the letter; after all, Katara remembers the confusion she felt when she first received hers upon her arrival.]

It's a lot to take in. There seems to be a really big conflict in this world in the past, and a Sorceress did something called 'Time Compression' which accidentally pulled people not from this world here. We're not the only ones; Sokka, Toph and Aang are all here. I've been here for more than a year now...

[Accidentally leaving out Zuko? No, she's well aware that any mention of the firebender would probably aggravate Jet, and with the current confusion of his arrival it's better to mention him sometime later.]

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

But did we all make it out ok? I mean, the last thing I remember is Long Feng...I was with Aang. And what's Time Compression?

[He stops a little, realizing how quick and impatient his words sound and feeling a little guilty over it. He pauses before stepping beside her, lightly putting his hand back on her arm and guiding her to walk in the direction she was going before he stopped her.]

Sorry. Where's everyone now?

[watertides.livejournal.com]

[His question causes her stomach to drop. What was she supposed to say to him? How could he answer his question honestly? Even now the memory an injured Jet and just leaving him behind wracked Katara with guilt.

Thankfully he changes his question, and with his guidance she begins to walk again.]

It's okay, I'm sure this is all really weird. Everyone is in the inn since Garden's dorms are under renovations. As for what 'Time Compression' is... a Sorceress a long time ago tried to compress all of time and space into one instance so she could control it all. It's kind of complicated.

[makeashowofit.livejournal.com]

[If Jet were to walk through town towards a bar, there's a man there playing darts in the corner.

Which may not be that interesting until you noticed that while he's throwing darts, there's a string attached to his leather bracelet that leads down to wrap around a fifty pound weight on the other end. Despite the added weight, he's still tossing these darts as if there's nothing there.]

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

...what're you doing?

[It's really the only question that seems to make sense. Jet had never even seen how darts was originally played, adding the weight just seems pointless. So, he stops to ask.]

[makeashowofit.livejournal.com]

[Marvelous looks over with a small smirk before shooting another dart at the board, hitting slightly below the center.]

Darts.

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

And darts are?

[He approaches the bar very curiously.]

[makeashowofit.livejournal.com]

[Holds up the dart in his hand. Does that answer your question.]

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

[....no.]

And that's...?

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[After one too many episodes of experiencing Rolo's ability and the toll it had taken on his health for a while weeks ago, Zuko's also out and about in Fisherman's Horizon. He just wants a bit of fresh air, to get out of the inn and his 'room'. It isn't like Zuko hasn't been out in the new town before but this time something tells him that he shouldn't be cooped up for the rest of the day. Call it a gut feeling.

Besides. Laying on his bed staring at the ceiling is probably one of the lamest things to do when he could be outside under the sun. Near the docks, the salt from the sea in the breeze.

So here is Zuko, out and about. And he's definitely not paying any attention to where he's going, his eyes up on the sky above. Partly cloud with a breeze that's neither warm or chilly. Zuko hears the footsteps of whoever else is approaching him but as he goes to look forward and step out of their way-- BAM --Zuko's bumped full-force into the other.]

S-sorry--!

[It's an immediate reaction, his apology. And it's repeated on a mutter as Zuko rubs at his cheek and jaw. Ouch. That hurt. It really had hurt! But then Zuko lifts his head and looks at the other person. And tenses.

Well shit.]

...Jet.

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

[Jet's muscles physically tense at the interaction, but the apology that follows it up makes him relax. It wasn't an assault or an attack, so he keeps his hands away from his swords and does his best to regain his footing, almost stumbling over and landing on the ground, but catching himself on a wall. He rubs his cheek and clears his throat, hoping he doesn't sound like he was too distracted, because he really was.]

Hey, don't worry about it. It was just--

[He was calm until he looked down to offer a hand to that familiar face. His jaw clenches and, if Zuko were looking close enough, he could see every tense muscle in the Freedom Fighter's body.

Shit doesn't even begin to describe it.

In the blink of an eye, Jet has his swords drawn and has one sharpened hooked pointed to Zuko.]

You.

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[This shouldn't be too surprising to Zuko, but it is. He finds himself staring down at the pointed hook. Golden eyes narrow and the firebender goes to knock aside the blade.

Fuck his life-- this guy sure does have perfect timing.]

Yeah. Me. Should have known you would show up again.

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

Again? Stop flattering me. If I were here before, you'd be gone.

[Jet goes to catch his wrist in his attempt to slap it away. He doesn't move quick enough to draw blood, but he gives a tug to get Zuko to his feet. He wants to finish him. He wants to make it hurt and make him feel pain, but he wants to make him fight, too.

If it's possible.

Without those duo swords, Jet braces himself for fire, knowing full-well it's more likely to lead to his end than Zuko's.]

Get up. Let's go, firebender - where are your swords now?

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Scowling Zuko rises to his feet. He doesn't take his eyes off of the other boy, even if Jet still has his blades or blade pointed at him.]

My swords are back in our world. They're not here with me.

[A beat...]

I'm not going to fight you.

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, eying him and waiting for him to make a move. When he doesn't, Jet scoffs. Loudly. So Zuko can hear and because he's annoyed now. He takes a sloppy swing to the other boy's head, mostly to let out his frustration.]

Well that makes one of us.

[thecolorleslite.livejournal.com]

Home seems to be the wrong word for this.

[Shelke is standing not to far away , her arms crossed and looking thoroughly bored]

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

[He looks over curiously.]

Yeah, maybe. But what else am I supposed to make of this place?

[thecolorleslite.livejournal.com]

[ Hm. ]

Whatever makes you comfortable , I wager. If "home" it is , then so be it. [She doesn't sound sarcastic or anything. Her voice seems tired]

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

Not much can make me comfortable right now...I'm just asking you what you'd go as far as to call this place.

I only just got here.

[thecolorleslite.livejournal.com]

I'd refer to it as a cage , but that isn't something everyone would say.

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

Huh, interesting. What'd make you say that?