[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com
The shock of actually finding the source of all that light had been enough for Mai to actually show an expression. Because cities weren't supposed to be that big. Buildings couldn't be built at that scale. She hadn't said anything, and it was a good thing for Zheng that he didn't say anything because she would probably have bit his head off.

She had urged caution, of course, and that had resulted in them bedding down in an alleyway. The city had set her even more on edge, so she hadn't slept well. Which was why she was awake during Zheng's watch when the group of would-be muggers showed up and were promptly bruised and bloodied. And then again a few hours later when a pitiful child had wandered into their alley begging for help.

Mai had suggested that the child should find help elsewhere, but Zheng was... well, unsurprisingly he wanted to provide assistance despite the fact that they had almost no supplies. So Mai had told him he was free to do what he wanted and waved him off.

Then she'd followed them at a distance. She knew he was liable to get himself into trouble and need to extract himself. Not that she cared much about his survival in general, but she needed someone she trusted (as much as she trusted anyone) to share watch with during the nights.

All of which explains why she is now standing on a fire escape outside a room with its windows busted out listening to the idiots inside taunting Zheng for being so gullible. Oh, the child had needed help, of course, but that's because some morons with guns had shot his mother in the leg and forced him to draw out the man who had beat up their friends earlier.

Mai pinches the bridge of her nose and suppresses a sigh as she angles one of her blades slightly past the edge of the window frame in order to see into the room. A half-dozen scraggly men with guns, a woman on the floor still bleeding, the boy who had come into the alleyway, and relatively attractive girl of about seventeen with yellow hair, and Zheng.

Zheng, who she knows can take out all six of the idiots without getting shot himself, but who is hesitating because there might be collateral damage. Sometimes his naivete is really aggravating.

"Not feeling so tough now, are you?" one of the men with the guns taunted, aiming a kick at Zheng's ribs.
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Roads in the Fire Nation were not a major mode of movement. Oh, they had them, but they tended to be relatively small. The massive black road that Iroh and Mai have been following for days now is unlike anything she's ever seen. It's so straight and so flat. There are clear areas where the landscape itself has been ripped into to make way for it rather than trying to go around.

But it's also bee mostly featureless. Strange twisted metal things lie abandoned all along it. Though those seemed to cut off abruptly a few days before. And the near-nightly pops which signaled an attack by something disappeared with them.

It was a good thing Iroh had managed to recover their horses. Not that Mai would say anything, but getting her hands on a comb again had been a huge blessing. And having something to change into when her last tunic had finally given up and fallen apart yesterday was nice.

Even if it was a disgustingly pink shirt with garish buttons down the front. And even if it was tighter than she'd like.

The sun is setting and it's about time to start looking for a defensible place to set up camp. Except that something on the horizon ahead of them is flickering. And it's either really far away and really bright, or it's a firefly.

Except that it isn't moving, so it's probably not a firefly. "What's that?" Mai asks with a frown.

The idea of a city isn't completely foreign to her, not even the massive cities of this world. But the idea of one that has electricity? That lights up at night? Doesn't even occur to her.
[identity profile] mydadshonour.livejournal.com
Spring is very clearly on its way, and this has given the Firebender known as Zheng an enhanced energy as he pushes Horsey forward through the new flowers appearing in the grass.He and Mai discovered that the coast was much more dangerous, so they've stuck to an inland route, still heading west at a a pace limited by danger and Mai's now usable leg.

There are blossoms in some of the trees ad the sun is bright despite the windchill.

"Sometimes this world isn't so terrible," he observes.
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This was a city, once. Now, it's not just been flattened by who knows what, who knows when, but it's also mostly underwater, five feet down on average, deeper in places. The only way one could identify it as a city is the somewhat regular patterns of water around algae-covered islands that were once blocks of buildings. Fording has been possible, but only over areas that were once roads.

After a while, however, Zheng pulls his horse up, looking out over the devastation, towards what looks like ocean.

"I don't think we can go any further."
[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com
Mai is not happy with her situation. Her leg is taking longer than she wants to heal (that is, it is taking any time at all). But this only exacerbates the real problem.

This Zheng guy is way too observant and way too oblivious at the same time. He misses important things, but somehow seems to be oddly able to read her. She's not used to people reading her, and it makes her a bit uncomfortable.

She mostly tries to ignore it, which is actually more of a hassle than she'd like. So for now she's making her awkward way down the stairs. She's tired of lying on the bed unmoving, she needs to do something.
[identity profile] mydadshonour.livejournal.com
Zheng makes a fairly patient prisoner - he spent his childhood with a small number of people in an enclosed environment, after all - and he doesn't feel much like he's captive when he could break out of his captivity at any point. He just chooses to stay.

Sometimes he's called out to perform some manual task for the family he and Mai are staying with-an exchange for hospitality, and when he offers to save their matches by starting fires they take that too.

But he spends as much time as he can in the forced-shut living room, simply trying to relieve Mai's boredom.
[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com
Mai is down to four knives now. If she were fully armed she would simply turn and kill the things chasing her, but there are three of them, and the on that she took down before she started running was way too tough.

And she was pretty sure that if just one of the things got close enough to her she'd be dead.

But they were much better built for the lightly wooded terrain she was crashing through, and they were gaining. There weren't a lot of options open, and she didn't like any of them.

The eerie howling sounds were getting closer. Time to make a decision.

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