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(closed) first impression theater
WHO: Zuko & Sansa
WHEN: During lockdown
WHERE: Sansa's balcony
WHAT: Zuko falls off the roof while batmanning and meets the new arrival to Team Macaluso.
WARNINGS: None yet
The curfew was ridiculous. Zuko didn’t know a good number of the people he traveled with, but he figured they couldn’t have gotten this far being dumb enough to try and kill the most powerful man in the city.
Or maybe some of them were that foolish and brash, and he didn’t know any better.
He hated the not knowing, it ate away at him, until eventually pacing the floor in his room wasn’t enough. Like so many evenings before the stupid curfew, he saw no reason to stay behind and let another weird night in this place go by without him trying to catch a piece of what was going on.
Getting out of his window and onto the roof was as easy as putting on a sweater by that point, and he knew the layout of it well enough that he could move quickly and quietly across it.
Unfortunately, the confidence he had in the knowledge of his surroundings was proven to be somewhat misplaced moments later, as a tile came loose under his feet and Zuko found himself skidding off the side of the roof, his arms circling while he fought to steady himself.
Tipping off the side of the roof he fell a surprisingly (fortunately) short distance, landing hard on his back on the balcony outside another bedroom not far from his own.
Zuko sprung back to his feet, so annoyed with his rotten luck that he forgot himself, and glared up at the roof he had fallen off of instead of making his apologies to the person residing in the room he had landed outside of and cutting a hasty retreat.
WHEN: During lockdown
WHERE: Sansa's balcony
WHAT: Zuko falls off the roof while batmanning and meets the new arrival to Team Macaluso.
WARNINGS: None yet
The curfew was ridiculous. Zuko didn’t know a good number of the people he traveled with, but he figured they couldn’t have gotten this far being dumb enough to try and kill the most powerful man in the city.
Or maybe some of them were that foolish and brash, and he didn’t know any better.
He hated the not knowing, it ate away at him, until eventually pacing the floor in his room wasn’t enough. Like so many evenings before the stupid curfew, he saw no reason to stay behind and let another weird night in this place go by without him trying to catch a piece of what was going on.
Getting out of his window and onto the roof was as easy as putting on a sweater by that point, and he knew the layout of it well enough that he could move quickly and quietly across it.
Unfortunately, the confidence he had in the knowledge of his surroundings was proven to be somewhat misplaced moments later, as a tile came loose under his feet and Zuko found himself skidding off the side of the roof, his arms circling while he fought to steady himself.
Tipping off the side of the roof he fell a surprisingly (fortunately) short distance, landing hard on his back on the balcony outside another bedroom not far from his own.
Zuko sprung back to his feet, so annoyed with his rotten luck that he forgot himself, and glared up at the roof he had fallen off of instead of making his apologies to the person residing in the room he had landed outside of and cutting a hasty retreat.
no subject
A moment later his expression darkened again, the mention of 'false fathers' making his thoughts drift towards the matter of his real father before she brought up the relatives her cover story had come with. Alayne's situation got weirder and more intricate every time she presented him with another detail.
"Relatives? Who? People from this place, or, from the group?" Depending on who it was, she might have gotten lucky. Zuko didn't know that many members of the group he had been traveling with since the Stairs of Sighs, but there were a few that had left a good impression on him.