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[ It's so strange to be able to type again. After literally years of having to handwrite written messages, it's odd to use a phone again. It's perhaps that more than anything which sees him putting up this post onto the social media network. It's form a "newbie" and it might be out of place with the growing dark climate with the flickering lights and rotting foot, but it's something he throws out all the same.

And it's...! ]

Soooo!! Does anyone know any god date spots in the castle? Anyone already sailing the seas of romance before now, or is the stark soldiery we've been pushed towards put a quash on romance in the name of stoic friendship? Let's hear those stories, people! Crushes, illicit affairs, pining, maybe even marriage?! You can trust your tales to the Love Hunter Masa.

O o o r r r . . .

How about a game? ♥ We could do truth or dare if you like but while we're all a little hungry, how about word association! I'll even start us off:

Third Party.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Yes you are.

You're not going to gain anything by lying about that.

But I'm not.

You could fill me with chemicals or use a Shift, but that would still be true.

You're really cute.

Right. And I have a charming personality. Go find something better to do.

Mmm, not really? Your personality needs some work. But the kindness that exists alongside of it makes you cute.

[ There, how's that for sincere? ]

[Wow does he really expect her to believe this? She hasn't been nice to him at all.]

I'm not talking to you anymore. Don't use the network again unless it's an emergency.

[ . . . Man. ]

I won't obey that command, Zuko-chan, sorry about that. Still, I hope that you can have fun with some friends today, even if me and my tongue bores you!

♥

Edited 2016-08-07 02:46 (UTC)

[A short time later (Zuko is doing great on her resolution not to talk to him)]

how do you know Katara

[ . . . He did give that away, didn't he? He frowns, and then he looks down at the phone. He's played a bit more into the games now, and he decides to answer Katara's name in the form of a word association, perhaps even overly coy, ]

Rejected.

Come on, it's a game, Zuko-chan.

[ There's no way she'll play along, but. ]

I'm not playing your game.

[Called it.]

You can tell me in person.

[ Aw, man. ]

There's no map and I don't know the Castle well yet, but where to, Zuko-chan?

tell me where you are, I'll find you.

[ Fine, fine... ]

That workshop outside of the fourth floor rooms.

[The workshop? That's unexpected. But close by.

Without acknowledging the reply via text, Zuko heads over to the workshop, throwing open the door and looking round for Masaomi.

This time, she's not alone, though whether or not her companion is at all intimidating is up for debate. Kizuna is a baby dragon, but she is getting bigger, her shoulder reaching almost to Zuko's knee. Her body language is curious, though she hangs back at Zuko's side to assess the stranger.]

[ Honestly, he has no real reason to be in here. He's been looking around for some way to keep up the training he did in the Battle Dome back in Luceti, and he's not seen anything that viable yet. There's no big weight gym (that he's found), certainly nothing to modify gravity, and not even that far to run, unless you counted just how big the more obvious safe room (like the one he showed up in) were.

And so he just sort of sat in here next to one of the work benches, examining forging tools that he didn't really know how to use, wearing the somewhat ill fitting and musky white clothing that Rin had found for him as opposed to all the gear he had on the other day. He's amusing himself on his phone as Zuko comes in.

But when he notices her, he sets down the thing, smiles, and waves ]

Zuuuuko-chan.

[ Linda does not seem to be right next to him.

But she's probably around. Somewhere (she's off in on of the corners of the room behind an unprocessed log for work-working. It doesn't totally cover her, but oh well.) ]

Edited 2016-08-07 22:00 (UTC)

[Zuko enters far enough that the door can close behind her, folds her arms, and gets straight to the point.]

Well? How do you know Katara?

Wow, did I step into an interrogation now?

[ What's the mood here? His response is airy, but he does stand from where he was sitting, trying to get a beat on Zuko's tone and Zuko's mood. It's odd, to read Zuko as a woman. Very odd. The signals should be the same, but his brain is putting them forth different without the context of him and Katara and Aang and that whole dynamic.

But then maybe that whole dynamic is the same and he's just the dumb one. It's probable, really. ]

[Zuko is definitely annoyed. He seems to be withholding information without any good reason than she can tell. And if he knows Katara, that means he could have known about her this whole time and pretended not to. ...not that she hasn't done the same thing with people who were alternate versions of friends of hers, but it's still unnerving.

...and, most importantly, but the part she's trying to bury, she's also hopeful. It's been a year and a half since she was told her entire world was destroyed. She's gotten used to the idea that everyone she knew, with the exception of Azula and Toph, is probably dead.

And yet...]

You might know something about a friend of mine. I don't understand why you don't want to tell me.

[ Masaomi doesn't understand that last point, and in fact the idea wouldn't even come to him. In Luceti, time had stopped and while there were long term risks of damages to their world for being on that world for too long, none of them had been there near long enough for that. The world would keep moving no matter what they did - and in fact they as individuals were the ones pulled out of time.

But...

He closes his eyes, exhales, and then lists off on his fingers ]

When I was sixteen, I was just an everyday cool guy in Tokyo, which is a city from Japan on Earth if you've ever heard of it. But then I was sucked into some crazy world at war, with mad scientists, politics, intrigue, and cultists. While I was there, one of my earliest and one of my best friends [ "friends..." ] was Katara. And because I remained in that world for years and years, so many people left it before me, but Katara was one of them that didn't. And so she's incredibly special to me.

[ That Katara, "his" Katara.

He's still withholding things, but he does seem to be starting from somewhere sincere now. It's... hard.

Hard to admit that chapter of his life might well be over, and not on the terms he was prepared for ]

Edited (IT'S ONE NOT ON HOLY SHIT ME) 2016-08-07 22:57 (UTC)

[That's better. I mean, Zuko doesn't care so much about how old he was or where he's from but he made it to the important part.]

So she's... okay?

The "Katara" I knew had been stranded on that world for even longer than I was, so she was also more or less twenty. But even if that world made her suffer at times, if you asked me on the whole? I'd say that she thrived.

[ She was beautiful, strong... and she had friends with her. He lowers his gaze and smiles, not really making eye contact as he lists of the rest of this, ]

As has Aang-kun, by the way. The "Aang" I've known, at least! And in my time I've also knows Ikki-chan, Toph-chan, Sokka-kun [ More than once for some of those ] Korra-chan, Jet-san, Jinora-chan, and some others from that world less well which are escaping me now. But also-

[ And he claps his hands in front of him, lowering his head more. He pulls into a proper, apologetic bow ]

Zuko-kun.

[Twenty. Katara is twenty? Zuko's barely turned eighteen.

But she's all right. Somewhere, Katara is alive. Aang is alive. And Toph and Sokka, even Jet, and seemingly others from her world that she's never met.

...except, she reminds herself at his last name, that they aren't from her world. They're from a different version of it. But that's still more than she had. Confirmation that somewhere out there is a Fire Nation that could be recovering, even thriving. A whole world full of people very much like the people she cared about.

She almost forgets to backtrack to that last name. Her voice is a little tight.]

Oh. You... knew a different me.

I did. [ And... ]

He was a very awkward young man who seemed to try to be kind.

[ But then, Masaomi did push his buttons a lot, even ended up insulting his scar which led to a really, really weird place where he justified it with the mover Scarface. It's a whole thing. But he's not going to mention that, instead just sort of saying it evenly and easily. In truth, Masaomi doesn't know how many different worlds exist or how many of them are real. Given the still real feeling memories he has of the Prince of Omashu stuck in the back of his mind, he suspect there's a basically infinite number.

But he also knows that's a weird perspective to through someone out of the gate. And so he answers that still in his apologetic bow. ... When did he switch to past tense?

Chee. ]

Edited 2016-08-07 23:25 (UTC)

[Is he trying to say something about her?

Wait, something doesn't sound right there.]

"He"?

The other me is a man.

[It shouldn't be that shocking, it's the same thing with the Rin here versus the one in the Bastion, but still. She never considered it in regards to herself.]

[ Had she never encountered that? Or considered it? Sure, most of Masaomi's experience with it was from Shifts and so it's easy to discount it, but all the same, he rises form the bow with a somewhat amused if surprised expression on his face ]

Afraid so!

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[Action] rofl I forgot this comm wasn't locked so it wouldn't force me to switch accounts oops

[Action] to think, she could have met yet another rin

[Action] I know right what an ironic response.

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