“So where have you been all day?” Iroh asked. “Azula tells me you were not at the dojo.”
“You wouldn't believe me if I told you,” Zuko said, collapsing into a chair and piling rice onto his plate.
Azula turned the TV on across the room, and was flipping through when Zuko said: “Wait. Go back a channel.”
She shot him an annoyed look, but did.
“...too long without hope. But the Avatar is back, and we've seen spirits with our own eyes. We've been to the South Pole, and there are still...”
It was a girl in a blue dress, standing next to the weird tattooed kid Zuko had seen earlier, and she was giving an interview to an amused-looking reporter.
“But- what exactly is an Avatar?”
“The Avatar is the bridge between our world and the spirit world,” the girl said, giving the camera a bright smile. She gestured to the kid beside her. “Aang is the Avatar.”
The kid grinned sheepishly.
Uncle was looking at the television very closely.
“Aang,” the girl said- quietly, but still audibly. “Show them some airbending.”
Aang stood up straight. “Right,” he said, grinning. And he thumped his staff against the ground, which made a pair of orange wings pop out of it.
“Watch this,” he said.
There was a moment when the camera jerked around, and Zuko couldn't see what was happening, but then-
The kid was flying. Actually flying, like he was some kind of weird orange and yellow bird.
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In which Katara is kind of a televangelist
Date: 2010-01-20 01:34 am (UTC)“You wouldn't believe me if I told you,” Zuko said, collapsing into a chair and piling rice onto his plate.
Azula turned the TV on across the room, and was flipping through when Zuko said: “Wait. Go back a channel.”
She shot him an annoyed look, but did.
“...too long without hope. But the Avatar is back, and we've seen spirits with our own eyes. We've been to the South Pole, and there are still...”
It was a girl in a blue dress, standing next to the weird tattooed kid Zuko had seen earlier, and she was giving an interview to an amused-looking reporter.
“But- what exactly is an Avatar?”
“The Avatar is the bridge between our world and the spirit world,” the girl said, giving the camera a bright smile. She gestured to the kid beside her. “Aang is the Avatar.”
The kid grinned sheepishly.
Uncle was looking at the television very closely.
“Aang,” the girl said- quietly, but still audibly. “Show them some airbending.”
Aang stood up straight. “Right,” he said, grinning. And he thumped his staff against the ground, which made a pair of orange wings pop out of it.
“Watch this,” he said.
There was a moment when the camera jerked around, and Zuko couldn't see what was happening, but then-
The kid was flying. Actually flying, like he was some kind of weird orange and yellow bird.
“Interesting,” Azula said, eyes slightly narrowed.
Zuko knew that look. He'd been on the wrong end of it more times than he could count, and it always ended up the same way.
That Avatar kid was toast.