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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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[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

Are you deaf?!

[A small blip of panic races through Zuko. Katara once said the amount of determination he had was admirable. In Jet's case, trying to always fight him ... that determination isn't so admirable.

Zuko quickly backs up by hopping back several feet and then off to the side. A faint twinge in his chest has him wincing and he's mentally cursing Rolo and this world and Time Compression. It goes ignored as Zuko tries to keep distance between them, bringing his hands up in front of him-- a habit from firebending all his life.]

[fn-rebel.livejournal.com]

You're the one not doing anything!

[No, Zuko, Jet's determination is always admirable. In fact, instead of panicking, you should be admiring it right now.

Jet almost freezes, waiting for the fire he knows is there to come out and at him. He winces, expecting to burn, only...he doesn't. He lowers his swords, a little out of breath now.]

What? You're too scared to use it even in a place like this?

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

I'm not. Going to. FIGHT YOU! What part of that don't you understand?!

[A rare flare of temper ignites within him. Zuko breaks off from his defensive stance, his shoulders hunching forward. He presses a hand over his heart, digs his fingers in. His eyes squeeze shut and he shakes his head.

Not now- not now-- not now!]

I'm not... fighting- I can't--

[You will tempt the wrath of Katara, Jet, if this goes on!]

[Zuko hates this feeling. He hates feeling like he's ready to collapse. He hates feeling empty inside without his firebending, the heat and security. Zuko hates feeling this ability that doesn't belong to him and causes him nothing but grief and pain.

How does Rolo deal with this or even control it? Zuko can't bring himself to understand, not when he's trying to calm the rising panic and his racing heart and just breathe until there's no more stress to agitate him. His face is paler than usual and Zuko does look like he's struggling, somewhat, to keep his composure. Beads of perspiration collect along his brow, matting some of his bangs to his forehead-- yet throughout all of this, Zuko manages to continue glaring at the other boy.

Zuko's ready to walk away. Anytime now.]