paradisalost | Entries tagged with zuko

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[Zuko wanders down to the gym to train, like he tends to do, but just kind of... stands around once he gets there. Motivation is running low, man. ...So, maybe he won't train just yet. After a moment, he takes a seat against the wall and pulls out his journal instead]

( Natsuki )

[filtered away from Katara, Sokka, and Natsuki]

...Does anyone have something really important they need to be doing back home, something that can't be done while stuck here?

((ooc: so super open))

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[So, with the journal being exceptionally annoying today, Zuko has gone into hiding. Retreating to the game room, he--after making damn sure that no one else is around--settles in to practice that one game that Natsuki introduced him to. You know...that rhythm one, that involves hitting buttons with your feet when the screen tells you to, and has NOTHING to do with dancing. Really. It's not dancing.

...Except, suddenly, it really is.]

♪ Burn, baby, burn... ♪

[what the crap. Since when were singing and arm-motions involved in this game? And yet, he can't stop himself...]

♪ Burn, baby, burn! ♪

[yep, he really can't make it stop. Beginning to dance up a storm all of the sudden, groovy as hell-- who said kids from the Fire Nation didn't have moves?]

♪ To mass fires, yes. One hundred stories high! ♪
♪ People gettin' loose y'all. Gettin' down on the roof, do you hear? ♪

♪ The folks was flaming, out of control ♪
♪ It was so entertainin' when the boogie started to explode ♪
♪ I heard somebody say... ♪

[is he magically hitting every once of those moves on the game correctly? You bet he is. Flawless score!]

♪ Burn baby burn, disco inferno ♪
♪ Burn baby burn, burn that motha' down! ♪

[...and, just for the record: yes, there will probably be one very demolished DDR game down there, very shortly]

sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com

[This is completely and utterly maddening. One day, the weird blue thing is sitting under a tree, the next day, it's gone. Then she finds it snug against the castle walls, like it had always been there. Then it's gone again and she only happens upon it when she was passing by the duck pond (it seems to have a rather nice view too).

And today, it's just sitting in the middle of the lawn, sticking out like a sore (blue) thumb. She glares at it for a few minutes, before turning and heading out the door. She's gonna find out what the hell that thing is today - even though the last time she tried something like that, she ended up on some ~~EXTREME~~ odd game show.]

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[Zuko has done some thinking, and a lot of reading, and--if anything--it has only made his sullen and volatile mood worse. He doesn't like to use the journal, but as he flips through and reads about the events of a certain Paradisan New Year, he can't help but speak up.]

So, even if this building is torn down and reduced to rubble, it just rebuilds itself and nothing changes... [taking a moment to glower and quietly fume] ...You would think that this fact is important enough to post somewhere more obvious.

[hey, he's working his way up to feeling bad for setting fire to the ninth floor. Baby steps.]

At least the snow is gone. [and with that, he angrily drops the journal into grass and begins to practice his firebending--halfhearted and distracted--out on some stretch of castle lawn, under the weak almost-spring sun.]

((ooc: finally an open post where he's not burning down someone's home! His horrible pit of angst will clear up soon, I promise. Very open. Obviously dated to daytime))

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[he hadn't heard from him in a while. It was worrying, but... he never expected him to actually be gone. So much so that the blank door doesn't register right away.]

It can't be...

[he opens it, finds the room empty, and stands there for a hanging moment] ...No.

[a minute goes by, and he wavers on his feet. He almost drops to his knees and lets this hit him in a defeated rush. ...Almost. Instead, something inside catches him. He knows his uncle wouldn't want him to let rage overtake him, but... well, Iroh is more than a world away now. The fire builds, and he remembers someone suggesting that he should just take the castle down, brick by brick. It had been a tempting idea at the time... and now, what was stopping him?

So, like a certain similar moment a few months ago, a fiery explosion rocks one of the castle hallways. This time, it's lucky floor number 9. With a roar, a fireball blasts into the hallway from room 913, and continues from there.

He'd really like nothing more than to burn this place to the ground.]

((ooc: Floor 9 is on fire! Anyone who wants to join in stopping him, try to keep it all in one thread. For everyone else reacting, yelling, having their stuff burn, comment away anywhere~ mod-approved destruction))

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[the good news, is that Zuko has figured out how to use the stove in the kitchen, and so is not in danger of starving any time soon. ...The bad news, is that he's having a hard time figuring out how to make a meal that won't involve gross candy as an unwanted ingredient. How all the rice and noodles have become infected with the little heart-shaped things, he can't understand.]

[he opens a package of ramen, sure it must be clear... but then there is an annoyed sound as several pieces of candy clatter to the counter]

Ugh... [picking one up to look at it. Ew, this one is black. Who makes black candy? It gets thrown over his shoulder] ...I don't get it.

((ooc: open for anything!))

sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com

( Games Room )

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[filtered away from Sora]

So... people can leave and come back as a different age here? It's temporary... right?
How long is this going to last?

[/filter]

[then, he leaves the journal open on the floor of the gym to listen for answers, while he attempts--with much difficulty--to train. With one arm all tied up and stuck in a sling, he's having trouble even getting set up to do so. Case in point: hanging up the punching bag. He's surprisingly strong, so hoisting it up with one arm is a struggle, but he manages. Balancing it enough to actually hang it, however? Not so much.]

Almost... [annnnd, here comes the crash] --Aah!

((ooc: so super open! For journal, or for showing up at any point in his attempt to train))

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[a heavy sigh] ...There's nothing like a new year beginning, to remind you how long you've been stuck somewhere.

[not to mention those dreams, but he's not going there]

( Uncle, and Sora )

( Natsuki )

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[there is no Christmas in Zuko's world but, somehow, elements of the holiday have crept in, mixing obliviously with the holidays he knows. The result is both peaceful, and impossible.
After the formal work of the morning--addressing the court, attending ceremonies and a festive meal--the royal family finally gets time to itself. The garden air is warm and mild, glittering decorations of red and gold string along the walls and hang from the trees. The distant war is temporarily forgotten, all strife locked far away outside the palace walls.

And Prince Zuko finds himself smiling. He's right where he should be-- with his people, his family. There's no scar to remind him; there's no Avatar to taunt him. Just a family, and a pond, and a few turtleducks wandering into the water as he crosses the garden.]

Are we going to open presents soon?

[the woman beside him, with a distinctly motherly smile, nudges him forward]
Go on, play for a little while. I don't know about you, but I need a rest after such a big meal.

[and then, a little girl at his other side tugs on his arm. Some part of his mind recognizes that she's much younger than she should be, but he doesn't mind] --Yeah! C'mon, Zuzu. Play with me.

I will, Azula. In a minute.

[he detaches her from his sleeve and she goes running at the ducks, scaring the rest of them into the water and laughing gleefully to herself while Zuko settles down on a stone bench near the pond. From here, he can see them all, all at once. It's a rare thing, to have them all together like this, without some awful undercurrent of tension. His mother chatting with his uncle, both keeping an eye on his sister at the water's edge. And, behind them, a darker and more impressive figure. The Fire Lord, his father... watching his family with the faintest hint of a content smile.

...Zuko can't help but hold his head high.]

((ooc: so super open to anyone. Merry Christmas, Paradisa!))

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[Zuko had sworn that he wasn't going out in the snow again, but something has apparently changed since then. He's wandering across the Castle grounds, a keen eye peeled for doves]

What is with this place and its weird birds? First those big vicious ones, and now these... [pause for a small fireblast and alarmed cooing] ...Where is it getting these stupid holidays from, anyway?

[he's not really expecting an answer from the journal, so he just drops it nearby in the snow as he reaches the frozen duck pond. Arms crossed, hesitant about something, looking out over it thoughtfully. Hmm...]

((ooc: open for whatever! Bring along some doves if you want a kiss))

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[snow tromping sounds] So, people are complaining about the clothes. ...But the snow, the weird decorations everywhere, that's normal?

Isn't that a little backwards? At least everyone looks respectable, not li--aagh! [hang on, almost fell in the snow. The journal does take a dive, however. Sorry about the wet pages, there]

Stupid snow! ...Doesn't this place do anything in moderation?!

[fishing the journal out of the snow and brushing off the pages, before he continues stomping his way to the market. Feel free to bump into him in town]

( Uncle )

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[normally, the turkeys would be driving him up the wall. There would be shouting and singed feathers, and something would likely get blown up. But, spending two weeks without his fire seems to have had some kind of effect.

He is currently sitting halfway up the staircase leading from the lobby, staying mostly free of turkey-related violence. And how is he keeping them at bay, you ask? He's using his temporary powers to feed them, throwing batches of oyster crackers down the steps into the lobby... and any that get riled enough to come up the stairs and get too close are getting beaned in the head by bagels]

So... this festival I keep hearing about... it's about giving thanks?

[scoff]

This place just has to rub it in.

((ooc: Last day of Zuko's wheatbending loss))

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[it has been a rare thing since showing up at Paradisa, but Zuko is focused. Shut away in his room meditating, focusing on his breathing, concentrating on finding harmony with himself and with his element... which currently happens to be wheat. No really. He tried running through his breathing exercises in the presence of fire like usual, and it didn't work. So...instead of candles before him, he has a stack of pancakes.

...And it would be going great, if there wasn't this incessant...tinny...nagging...chirp. There is a cricket. Somewhere in his room. Who won't shut up.

He tries, he really does. But it's worse than the dripping of a leaky faucet. ...He finally can't take it anymore, as his concentration cracks]

--Shhh!

[and, cue the sound of crackers spontaneously clattering to the floor!]

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[the journal just had to be cracked open for this. There was no way that this moment was not going to be broadcast to the rest of the castle.

At first, there is just the usual sounds of an angsty firebender practicing in the gym. He sounds very intent on his drills, focused... until the sounds of fireblasts suddenly die off... and there is the sound of what an entire box of cereal spilling violently on the ground might sound like]

--What?

[more cereal sounds!]

...What?! What is going on??

((ooc: and the loss starts! Open, of course))

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[all this talk of people disappearing has made Zuko a little paranoid. He finds where he'd jotted down a couple important room numbers and decides to go walking through the halls. After checking up on his uncle, the Avatar's room is next on the list.

...And whoever is on the eleventh floor will very clearly know the exact moment that he realizes that Aang is gone, and the rest of the Castle is treated to it via journal, as it falls open]

NO!

[that crash is him kicking down the door. And that other sound is a fireball. ...A big one.]

You can't do this!!

[more explosions, a rush of fire spilling out into the hall in a tidal wave]

Can you hear me?! ...LET ME GO!

[and then, with a furious roar, the outer wall of one of the rooms on the eleventh floor is violently demolished, a fiery blast punching right through to the outside]

((ooc: Sorry for the smoke, eleventh floor. Part of your hallway is scorched and one of your rooms destroyed. ...Approach at your own risk. D:))

honorinflames.livejournal.com

[he's sick of the castle. The walls mock him, the magic, the incomprehensible games, nothing makes sense... so, he spends the day in the town. It's a nice day out anyway, and he really hasn't done much exploring yet. At first it's nice, reminding him of the times that he was actually able to enjoy some aspect of being stuck in Ba Sing Se. The longer he's out there, though... the more he notices. Eventually he takes a seat on the edge of the fountain in the middle of town and pulls out his journal]

[kind of hushed, as if he's afraid someone might overhear him] ...There is something wrong with these people.

compete.livejournal.com

[ at 12 noon the doors and windows inside the ballroom unlock on their own and slowly open. holy guacamole, FRESH AIR IN DAAAAYS. the victims inside are free to stop and stare at the open doors... and resist to face palm themselves AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT. ]

[ HOW DOES IT FEEL, being sane again? feels good, man. the castle is sure you'll remember those days of rocking out to your alter ego and look back at them... fondly?? ]

[ and residents chilling outside the doors are free to WTF at everyone and everything. ]

[ ooc: LOSS OVER. NO SECTIONS THIS TIME AND GRAB SOME MORE RANDOM CRRRRR. THANK YOU COOL GUYS SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING IN THIS TRASH LOSS LKSFJWEOIURWEKR residents will have their powers back and are free to just... leave and go shower or something. /goes to backtag ]

compete.livejournal.com

[ FRIDAY MORNING. sleep well, soldiers? or were you guys up all night getting teams/forts set and ready? YEAH, WELL. THAT'S NOT ENOUGH. YOU AIM TO BE THE BEST, BEST, BEST.. How will you do it? Set traps, ambush others, bomb forts and take what remains for yours?? EVERYONE is in the way towards your path of becoming the NUMBER ONE top dog. Go stir crazy, or just plain crazy in general. ]

[ oh, and there's a new note on the door ]
"FINISH THEM."
TEST YOUR MIGHT.

[ okay, seriously now. the ballroom looks like an absolute mess. there are all sorts of forts set up in different sections of the room, the shelves are nearly bare and some aisles are completely trashed. also random fog machines are up and stuck in between the most random places to SET THE MOOD. YA'LL ARE IN THE ZONE, AFTER ALL. CAUSE THIS IS HOW WE DO IT. ]

[ ooc: sorry this had to be super early ;; I am being called out for the afternoon /sob will be back in a few! ]

compete.livejournal.com

[ Did you guys sleep all right? It's the A.M. and ya'll are ready to get up and ditch the ballroom and start your day! ... But it's been hours since the doors have closed on their own and they still won't budge. The heck? ]

[ That's not all. If you take a good look around, it seems like the castle's turned the whole ballroom into a furniture warehouse overnight. Random couches, tables, chairs.. Oh, and all sorts of toy weapons. The heck? ]

[ .. But first thing's first... there's a small note taped onto the door which reads: ]

Pillow & Sheet Fort Warz.
IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED! GO FORTH AND CONQUER!!!

[ ooc: OKAY GUYS. TIME TO START ROCKING AND ROLLING? residents still have their journals, they can find them buried under their blankets if they originally... weren't poofed with it! and any muns who signed up after the first post.. can still throw in their characters! you can say they were poofed in late or walked in before the doors closed! srsly, it's allll goood!

Also a few residents should be feeling wonky vibes as the day goes on. feel free to start making ridiculous names and getting into WAR MODE. ]

About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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PARADISA LOST

the archives, 2006-2012

Entries tagged with zuko

¤ 20 - What are friends for

¤ 19 - Dance, Dance

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¤ 18 - Another season

¤ 17 - Last one standing

¤ 16 - Be Mine

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¤ 15 - Disabled

¤ 14 - The new year

¤ 13 - Just a dream

¤ 12 - Wintertime

¤ 11 - Too cold

¤ 10 - Lesson learned

¤ 9 - The new lesson

¤ 8 - The element of hunger

¤ 7 - Saying goodbye

¤ 6 - The people

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