Jet’s eyes widened on the other side of the station. The hook swords flew th his hands and he crashed through the crowd, world narrowing to that gentle, sinister whisp of steam rising off the tea cup in the old man’s hand.
The cup tumbled to the floor.
“What are you doing firebending your tea?” the boy who had called himself Lee hissed, looming over his uncle. “For a wise old man, that was a pretty stupid move!”
The old man gazed miserably at the puddle of steaming tea on the station floor. I know you’re not supposed to cry over spilled tea, but-”
The edged hand guard slammed into the pillar around the old man’s throat. “They’re firebenders!” he shouted to the station.
Heads turned all around them. The old man’s legs smashed into his stomach and under his ribs. Snarling, Lee slammed his open hand into Jet’s throat as he staggered back. Before he could breathe again, they had disappeared.
~*~
From behind one of the pillars, Zuko and Iroh listened, waiting. Jet leapt onto the base of a pillar across the station from their hiding place. “I know they’re firebenders!” He shouted to the crowd. “I saw the old man heating his tea!”
Zuko jabbed his elbow into his uncle’s ribs.
“And then the kid actually said that he had been firebending, I heard him!”
Iroh stuck his tongue out at his nephew.
Jet drove his fist into the air. “After we’ve travelled all this way, are we going to take this, the last safe place? Are we going to let them take Ba Sing Se too?”
The crowd roared. Zuko and his uncle exchanged a desperate look and made a break for it.
~*~
Their feet pounded the sand until Iroh slumped to the ground, unable to run any more. “So?” his nephew snapped, panting. “What now?”
“I hear Whale Tail Island is beautiful this time of year,” he replied querulously.
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Jet decides NOT to gather proof that Mushi and Lee are firebenders before he acts
Date: 2010-02-27 03:46 am (UTC)The cup tumbled to the floor.
“What are you doing firebending your tea?” the boy who had called himself Lee hissed, looming over his uncle. “For a wise old man, that was a pretty stupid move!”
The old man gazed miserably at the puddle of steaming tea on the station floor. I know you’re not supposed to cry over spilled tea, but-”
The edged hand guard slammed into the pillar around the old man’s throat. “They’re firebenders!” he shouted to the station.
Heads turned all around them. The old man’s legs smashed into his stomach and under his ribs. Snarling, Lee slammed his open hand into Jet’s throat as he staggered back. Before he could breathe again, they had disappeared.
~*~
From behind one of the pillars, Zuko and Iroh listened, waiting. Jet leapt onto the base of a pillar across the station from their hiding place. “I know they’re firebenders!” He shouted to the crowd. “I saw the old man heating his tea!”
Zuko jabbed his elbow into his uncle’s ribs.
“And then the kid actually said that he had been firebending, I heard him!”
Iroh stuck his tongue out at his nephew.
Jet drove his fist into the air. “After we’ve travelled all this way, are we going to take this, the last safe place? Are we going to let them take Ba Sing Se too?”
The crowd roared. Zuko and his uncle exchanged a desperate look and made a break for it.
~*~
Their feet pounded the sand until Iroh slumped to the ground, unable to run any more. “So?” his nephew snapped, panting. “What now?”
“I hear Whale Tail Island is beautiful this time of year,” he replied querulously.
Zuko put his head in his hands. “Oh Agni, why.”