[ The chunks of ice in the moat made him scowl, but he had swum enough frozen waters to know he would survive it. Bracing himself he took a few breaths and pulled his hood up, turning abruptly to Eleven. ]
Remember how I told you controlling fire is all in the breath? Now’s the time when that lesson counts.
[ Zuko hunched his shoulders and brought his hands up to his mouth, puffing hot air on them as he rubbed them together, warming himself for a moment before he looked back to El. The guy had some gift with fire, but he wasn’t a bender like Zuko was, and he wasn’t sure if talking El through this would even more - but he was willing to give it a try if it helped him get through the moat. ]
Focus only on your breathing, and the way it moves the energy through your body, keep breathing, it’ll warm you up.
[ Well, theoretically. ]
FIREFIGHT! (ota)
[ It wasn’t that he had been waiting to find out how the fire magic of the Bessis stacked up against his bending - but there was an undeniable sense of gratification that swelled in Zuko’s chest as he worked his way through the chaos of the soiree gone to pieces, redirecting or otherwise squashing the fire that came his way.
He was careful, especially here surrounded by a chaotic blend of gentry, undead, and witches, not to be overt in the way he used his abilities. To someone from his world, the way he appeared to catch fire between his swords, rolling it along the edge of the blades as it appeared to shrink down to nothing would have made him obvious - here, he just looked like someone with a pair of magic swords.
And that little cover story would have held well enough until he was forced to ruin it.
Diving between a flock of partygoers in various states of distress and a skirmish that had erupted between a few of the witches and some of their undead counterparts, he deflected what he could, but as the fight heated up the witches seemed to grow too focused on what they were fighting to be mindful of their surroundings.
With too much to try and redirect at once, Zuko realized he was out of discrete options and did what he had to do. Bringing his arms up as he kept his feet planted firmly on the ground beneath him the wall of fire he brought forth from the floor wasn’t subtle to any extent but it did work.
Jarred by the spectacle the people he’d been protected made noises of objection, a few of them beginning to scatter to try and fend their way towards the door on their own. Zuko looked after a few of them, about to shout his objections when the tower itself took a hit the structure groaning from the weight of the dragon hitting the side of it.
He lost his footing, staggering a few paces until he was stopped by someone else’s back. Under normal circumstances, he would have offered an apology, instead of whirling around to face the stranger who had inadvertently stopped him from landing on his backside in the middle of a fight, swords drawn.
His weapons were lowered a moment later, just in time for the dragon to bring it’s weight down on the tower again, making him look to the person he bumped into urgently. ]
That thing is going to bring this whole place down!
[ Someone needed to get that dragon under control, or they all needed to work a lot harder on finding a way out. ]
WILDCARD
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zuko (atla, old news)
[ The chunks of ice in the moat made him scowl, but he had swum enough frozen waters to know he would survive it. Bracing himself he took a few breaths and pulled his hood up, turning abruptly to Eleven. ]
Remember how I told you controlling fire is all in the breath? Now’s the time when that lesson counts.
[ Zuko hunched his shoulders and brought his hands up to his mouth, puffing hot air on them as he rubbed them together, warming himself for a moment before he looked back to El. The guy had some gift with fire, but he wasn’t a bender like Zuko was, and he wasn’t sure if talking El through this would even more - but he was willing to give it a try if it helped him get through the moat. ]
Focus only on your breathing, and the way it moves the energy through your body, keep breathing, it’ll warm you up.
[ Well, theoretically. ]
FIREFIGHT! (ota)
[ It wasn’t that he had been waiting to find out how the fire magic of the Bessis stacked up against his bending - but there was an undeniable sense of gratification that swelled in Zuko’s chest as he worked his way through the chaos of the soiree gone to pieces, redirecting or otherwise squashing the fire that came his way.
He was careful, especially here surrounded by a chaotic blend of gentry, undead, and witches, not to be overt in the way he used his abilities. To someone from his world, the way he appeared to catch fire between his swords, rolling it along the edge of the blades as it appeared to shrink down to nothing would have made him obvious - here, he just looked like someone with a pair of magic swords.
And that little cover story would have held well enough until he was forced to ruin it.
Diving between a flock of partygoers in various states of distress and a skirmish that had erupted between a few of the witches and some of their undead counterparts, he deflected what he could, but as the fight heated up the witches seemed to grow too focused on what they were fighting to be mindful of their surroundings.
With too much to try and redirect at once, Zuko realized he was out of discrete options and did what he had to do. Bringing his arms up as he kept his feet planted firmly on the ground beneath him the wall of fire he brought forth from the floor wasn’t subtle to any extent but it did work.
Jarred by the spectacle the people he’d been protected made noises of objection, a few of them beginning to scatter to try and fend their way towards the door on their own. Zuko looked after a few of them, about to shout his objections when the tower itself took a hit the structure groaning from the weight of the dragon hitting the side of it.
He lost his footing, staggering a few paces until he was stopped by someone else’s back. Under normal circumstances, he would have offered an apology, instead of whirling around to face the stranger who had inadvertently stopped him from landing on his backside in the middle of a fight, swords drawn.
His weapons were lowered a moment later, just in time for the dragon to bring it’s weight down on the tower again, making him look to the person he bumped into urgently. ]
That thing is going to bring this whole place down!
[ Someone needed to get that dragon under control, or they all needed to work a lot harder on finding a way out. ]
WILDCARD