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Shelter
Who: Zuko ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flames_wake and Kadaj adventlead
Where: Shopping District somewhere.
When: Shortly after he made his journal post.
Rating: pg-13 and up for violence and gore?
Summary: After fighting off six Sniffer Dogs, wounded, Zuko wanders aimlessly to try and find some shelter that ISN’T lacking a roof.
the log: He managed to get his sword unsheathed as the gnarled looking dog lunged for him from out of its hiding spot. He lashed out with the weapon, too distracted to be able to pull it a part. Two more of these creatures seemed to materialize from the shadows, growling and lashing their lengthy tongues. He managed to bite his sword into the first dog’s shoulder before another lunged for him.
Instinct had him thrusting a fist toward the thing in an attempt to spew fire in its face. Sadly, it was at that moment he remembered that he couldn’t firebend anymore. The sharp reminder came in the piercing bite from the creature as it latched onto his forearm. It’s slimy tongue wrapped tightly around his wrist to lap up the blood that began to seep from around its teeth.
He was knocked clear out into the street as the thing dove on him, twisting its head to cause his wounds to tear and bleed more. He winced and gave a few sharp cries in response, getting his feet under it and kicking it off of him. He used his sword then to hack through its tongue. More of those things started to crowd around him as he staggered to his feet, pulling the one blade apart to make two. This was going to get messy.
Two leapt in from either side, Zuko reacted quickly by kicking one in the face, while his two blades came in contact with the seconds body, dicing it in three clean pieces. A third leapt in at that moment, as he whirled to decapitate the one he’d kicked. One hand came back, stabbing the sword through the thirds chest, hearing a satisfying “thunk.” There was a sick popping noise as he pressed the thing to the floor with his foot and tore the sword free of its chest cavity. He stabbed it in the neck to free its head from its shoulders, for good measure.
Three down, three more to go as it seemed, but luckily for Zuko two of them were wounded from before. The tongueless one moved in low, gnashing its teeth on air as Zuko lifted a leg out of its reach. In response he slammed his heel down on its snout and a blade soon followed, splitting its skull and ceasing its life.
He didn’t bother looking up as another came at him, it was making enough noise for him to judge where to swing. As he twisted his body the sword came down on its back, crumpling it in the street before it reached him. He didn’t get time to finish that one off before the last one lunged, despite its wounded shoulder. He stooped slightly, angling his arm as it came at him, jaws open wide. He then shoved his sword through the things throat, twisting sharply as those teeth clenched down on his hilt, narrowly missing his fingers. The body went slack as he pulled his sword free. He made quick work of their heads as well, couldn’t be too careful after all.
After everything was said and done he was covered in gore and filth thanks to those damned mutts. All the while he remembered some sort of noise from that bloody communicator he had. Not that he had had a moment to even speak to anyone. But he did now. He sheathed his swords and pulled out the comm. unit.
Despite the yelling, growling and grumbling coming from the young man in response to some of the people who’d found his transmission, he was booking it down the street as quickly as he could. All the while his eyes were scanning building after building; he just needed to find something with a sturdy roof at least. He didn’t want to be caught out in the rain. Though, getting a good wash right now sounded pretty good.
He paused to shove the comm. unit angrily into his pocket before glancing up at the next building. It had a roof, and it looked pretty solid on the outside. He pressed himself to the nearest wall and glanced up and down the street, making sure there weren’t more creatures stalking nearby before running across. He kicked open the door, unsheathing his swords just in case. When nothing came out of it, he entered the building.
The place looked to have been a coffee shop of some sort, at least before being destroyed. He glanced around a bit, kicking one of the lounge chairs to see if it would hold together. When it did he sat in it and propped his swords against its side. He sighed heavily, running his non-wounded hand back through his tussled brown locks. Finally, maybe he could relax for a bit, or at least long enough to wrap his arm. Golden orbs scanned over the wounds, prodding at it curiously with his fingers; maybe it just looked worse than it was?
He searched for a length of cloth on himself that wasn’t saturated with gore. He settled on taking off the top half of his garment to tear it apart and use scraps of it to wrap the wound. Setting these pieces aside he began to dig through the remains of the shop to try and find something, anything to clean the wound with. This turned up a few bottles of water, which he promptly began to pour over his arm. He then set to the task of wrapping the wound. What was left of his shirt he put back on, now sleeveless and being just enough to cover his torso.
He picked up his weapons, sheathed them and, taking a few bottles of water with him, made quick work of the stairs and up to the second floor. He carefully moved across the area, using the wall as a safe zone. Part of the floor had collapsed inward and lay in rubble in the lobby area he’d been in. This must have been storage at one time, there were boxes, torn open and disheveled contents lay all around. There was a large hole in the side of the building caused by who knows what. From here he managed to climb up onto the roof, if only to get a better view of the city. At least he’d found suitable shelter for the night. He hoped.
flames_wake and Kadaj adventleadWhere: Shopping District somewhere.
When: Shortly after he made his journal post.
Rating: pg-13 and up for violence and gore?
Summary: After fighting off six Sniffer Dogs, wounded, Zuko wanders aimlessly to try and find some shelter that ISN’T lacking a roof.
the log: He managed to get his sword unsheathed as the gnarled looking dog lunged for him from out of its hiding spot. He lashed out with the weapon, too distracted to be able to pull it a part. Two more of these creatures seemed to materialize from the shadows, growling and lashing their lengthy tongues. He managed to bite his sword into the first dog’s shoulder before another lunged for him.
Instinct had him thrusting a fist toward the thing in an attempt to spew fire in its face. Sadly, it was at that moment he remembered that he couldn’t firebend anymore. The sharp reminder came in the piercing bite from the creature as it latched onto his forearm. It’s slimy tongue wrapped tightly around his wrist to lap up the blood that began to seep from around its teeth.
He was knocked clear out into the street as the thing dove on him, twisting its head to cause his wounds to tear and bleed more. He winced and gave a few sharp cries in response, getting his feet under it and kicking it off of him. He used his sword then to hack through its tongue. More of those things started to crowd around him as he staggered to his feet, pulling the one blade apart to make two. This was going to get messy.
Two leapt in from either side, Zuko reacted quickly by kicking one in the face, while his two blades came in contact with the seconds body, dicing it in three clean pieces. A third leapt in at that moment, as he whirled to decapitate the one he’d kicked. One hand came back, stabbing the sword through the thirds chest, hearing a satisfying “thunk.” There was a sick popping noise as he pressed the thing to the floor with his foot and tore the sword free of its chest cavity. He stabbed it in the neck to free its head from its shoulders, for good measure.
Three down, three more to go as it seemed, but luckily for Zuko two of them were wounded from before. The tongueless one moved in low, gnashing its teeth on air as Zuko lifted a leg out of its reach. In response he slammed his heel down on its snout and a blade soon followed, splitting its skull and ceasing its life.
He didn’t bother looking up as another came at him, it was making enough noise for him to judge where to swing. As he twisted his body the sword came down on its back, crumpling it in the street before it reached him. He didn’t get time to finish that one off before the last one lunged, despite its wounded shoulder. He stooped slightly, angling his arm as it came at him, jaws open wide. He then shoved his sword through the things throat, twisting sharply as those teeth clenched down on his hilt, narrowly missing his fingers. The body went slack as he pulled his sword free. He made quick work of their heads as well, couldn’t be too careful after all.
After everything was said and done he was covered in gore and filth thanks to those damned mutts. All the while he remembered some sort of noise from that bloody communicator he had. Not that he had had a moment to even speak to anyone. But he did now. He sheathed his swords and pulled out the comm. unit.
Despite the yelling, growling and grumbling coming from the young man in response to some of the people who’d found his transmission, he was booking it down the street as quickly as he could. All the while his eyes were scanning building after building; he just needed to find something with a sturdy roof at least. He didn’t want to be caught out in the rain. Though, getting a good wash right now sounded pretty good.
He paused to shove the comm. unit angrily into his pocket before glancing up at the next building. It had a roof, and it looked pretty solid on the outside. He pressed himself to the nearest wall and glanced up and down the street, making sure there weren’t more creatures stalking nearby before running across. He kicked open the door, unsheathing his swords just in case. When nothing came out of it, he entered the building.
The place looked to have been a coffee shop of some sort, at least before being destroyed. He glanced around a bit, kicking one of the lounge chairs to see if it would hold together. When it did he sat in it and propped his swords against its side. He sighed heavily, running his non-wounded hand back through his tussled brown locks. Finally, maybe he could relax for a bit, or at least long enough to wrap his arm. Golden orbs scanned over the wounds, prodding at it curiously with his fingers; maybe it just looked worse than it was?
He searched for a length of cloth on himself that wasn’t saturated with gore. He settled on taking off the top half of his garment to tear it apart and use scraps of it to wrap the wound. Setting these pieces aside he began to dig through the remains of the shop to try and find something, anything to clean the wound with. This turned up a few bottles of water, which he promptly began to pour over his arm. He then set to the task of wrapping the wound. What was left of his shirt he put back on, now sleeveless and being just enough to cover his torso.
He picked up his weapons, sheathed them and, taking a few bottles of water with him, made quick work of the stairs and up to the second floor. He carefully moved across the area, using the wall as a safe zone. Part of the floor had collapsed inward and lay in rubble in the lobby area he’d been in. This must have been storage at one time, there were boxes, torn open and disheveled contents lay all around. There was a large hole in the side of the building caused by who knows what. From here he managed to climb up onto the roof, if only to get a better view of the city. At least he’d found suitable shelter for the night. He hoped.