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Who: Iroh and Spirit!Zuko and Victim!Zuko [CLOSED]
Where: The Park
When: Backlogged beginning a few days ago, before the killing, up to before Iroh "returns" to the city.
Rating: PG-13 for skerry things.
Summary: Iroh goes spirit walking and meets some spirits.
the log:
It was challenging for the Avatar to make contact with the spirit world. To regular mortals, it was even more so.
Nevertheless, with a feeling of ill will hanging so heavily over the city, Iroh had made the decision that if answers were to be found in whatever spirit world was attached to Discedo, then there was no better - or worse - time do seek them than that particular day.
He excused himself from the day's activities with a simple alibi. Old men grew tired, after all, and at his age, no one could fault him for wanting to take a day off - and even if they wanted to, there was no denying that students who were given time to teach themselves learned better than students who only recieved instruction. He left Gohl for a quiet walk - to search for tea, he said. Old men needed their comforts in uncomfortable cities.
The path he had taken to the small room in the broken-down building was long and winding. Along the way, he had watched, as he often did, the ghosts of the city. He had learned little from merely viewing them. Unlike other ghosts he had seen in his life, these ones did not respond to his presence at all - they merely moved about normally, as if they were still alive, going about their daily business like a recording of life.
The path he took brought him to a small, nondescript building, half-broken, but with a small, stable room with a door that closed from the inside. It might have been a closet once, or some sort of locker room. Iroh had already moved a large chest of drawers inside it to serve as a barricade. He checked his path once again to see that his trail was faint and entered the small room, shutting the door and pushing the heavy chest in front of it to serve as a barricade.
There was little light in the room with the door closed, and Iroh resisted the urge to make a light - he would have to breathe in here for many more hours, and although there was adequate ventilation from a small grate in the wall, fire would eat up the oxygen he would need to keep his body alive while he was away from it. In the small, dark space, there was no room for ritual, and no real need for it. Iroh sat in a lotus position in the middle of the floor, closed his eyes, and began to breathe.
Where: The Park
When: Backlogged beginning a few days ago, before the killing, up to before Iroh "returns" to the city.
Rating: PG-13 for skerry things.
Summary: Iroh goes spirit walking and meets some spirits.
the log:
It was challenging for the Avatar to make contact with the spirit world. To regular mortals, it was even more so.
Nevertheless, with a feeling of ill will hanging so heavily over the city, Iroh had made the decision that if answers were to be found in whatever spirit world was attached to Discedo, then there was no better - or worse - time do seek them than that particular day.
He excused himself from the day's activities with a simple alibi. Old men grew tired, after all, and at his age, no one could fault him for wanting to take a day off - and even if they wanted to, there was no denying that students who were given time to teach themselves learned better than students who only recieved instruction. He left Gohl for a quiet walk - to search for tea, he said. Old men needed their comforts in uncomfortable cities.
The path he had taken to the small room in the broken-down building was long and winding. Along the way, he had watched, as he often did, the ghosts of the city. He had learned little from merely viewing them. Unlike other ghosts he had seen in his life, these ones did not respond to his presence at all - they merely moved about normally, as if they were still alive, going about their daily business like a recording of life.
The path he took brought him to a small, nondescript building, half-broken, but with a small, stable room with a door that closed from the inside. It might have been a closet once, or some sort of locker room. Iroh had already moved a large chest of drawers inside it to serve as a barricade. He checked his path once again to see that his trail was faint and entered the small room, shutting the door and pushing the heavy chest in front of it to serve as a barricade.
There was little light in the room with the door closed, and Iroh resisted the urge to make a light - he would have to breathe in here for many more hours, and although there was adequate ventilation from a small grate in the wall, fire would eat up the oxygen he would need to keep his body alive while he was away from it. In the small, dark space, there was no room for ritual, and no real need for it. Iroh sat in a lotus position in the middle of the floor, closed his eyes, and began to breathe.