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[princeinexile]

There is a maimed prince with a whole VERITABLE STACK of books, note pads, and a couple of scrolls with him on the table. There is also a slender case on the table, which holds a flute inside. He has gone through two parts of ginseng tea and thus, remains both busy and rather energizeed.

Zuko has been busy, it seems, and he has not had and entrance post in some time, so here he is -- please, come and ask about the several projects that keep the prince from going insane while he waits for the door to appear.

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[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

A calm glance over from Mesaana as she watches him study. A cool, disdainful look, a kind of imperious arrogance glazing those features. She said nothing, merely watching him for a moment between sips of her tea.

[princeinexile]

A brush in hand, Zuko is-- somewhat aware of being watched. But he is used to both arrogance (possessing it himself) and imperiousness (being that he is a prince).

But he eventually pours himself another cup of tea, and sips it, before he asks in a curt tone, "Must you stare?"

Boys with scars rarely enjoy being a spectacle.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

A sniff from Mesaana. Her voice is like crystalline chimes with an icy tone to it.

"Merely observing the room."

[princeinexile]

Zuko bristles, just a little. "Perhaps observe in another direction."

But then he ducks his head, and attempts to return to his study, brush moving back and forth over the page, occasionally dipping against the inkstone.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana gives a cold, disdainful glance. The look of someone who was used to obeying and feeding those who did not to the Trollocs. This was, in fact, exactly the situation.

"Perhaps, I will."

[princeinexile]

Zuko is used to being obeyed, in turn, but only through bullying and title. He is a prince; an heir, should he complete his mission.

"Excellent," he says, though he doens't look up to see her glare. "I'm sure there are much more interesting things here for your eyes to rest on."

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana looks away, her eyes resting on the blank wall. Calmly, she sipped her tea.

"There certainly are."

[princeinexile]

A blank wall is preferable to his rippled flesh, in Zuko's mind.

"Good, then," he replies in clipped, irritable tones. "I'm glad you've found something that pleases you."

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

An icy quip from the Forsaken as her eyes darted back towards the arrogant little snot.

"And if only I could get some silence."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells wasn't here last night. He's here now, though- quiet, and grim-faced, and with a pot of his own tea. Upon spotting Zuko he winces.

"Sorry I wasn't about last night. I didn't get t'leave a note- it was that mission."

[princeinexile]

Zuko's eyes flicker up from his pile, and then gestures to a seat. "Not at all. I am hardly your keeper, or myself your care, Sergent Wells," the boy replies. He is not your obligation!

In fact, he's rather thankful Wells gives two damns at any time; he doesn't expect to be a priority.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells nods and sits. "Still. There's an obligation- a teacher ought to be there for his student, and it's a pretty poor master who doesn't at least leave a note. I suppose my only excuse is I was in a hell of a hurry." He inclines his head slightly. "You deserve better than that."

[princeinexile]

Zuko's face is hard to read, what with the scar and all, but Wells either made his day or hurt him very deeply. Maybe a little of both.

"Don't trouble yourself," he says simply. "I keep myself busy."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

The latter reaction really wouldn't surprise him. This isn't the best day Wells has ever had, and he's not expecting much of what remains.

"Good to know," he says. "I came into possession of a few new weapons, by the by. If you wanted to see them, I could show you- I've only had the chance to practise with one of 'em yet, haven't got ammo for the other two."

[princeinexile]

Zuko smirks a hint, and then says, "Collecting for the armory? Whatever will you do with them all, Sergent?"

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Hardly collecting, thank you," says Wells. "This was a gift. Unlooked-for, at that. Hephaestos decided I needed somethin' to go with my armour, and where I come from, it's bad form to tell gods no when they want to be nice."

The sentence could easily sound snotty, but there's a certain measure of awe to Wells' tone that takes the possible insult out of the words.

[princeinexile]

"Ah?" Zuko's interest is now piqued, Wells, for he looks up from his studies for longer then three seconds. "Good for you, then. What did he favor you with?"

[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

Bubbles blinks a few times at the large stacks of... well, everything. Frowning, she looks to see if there's a person in the mess of papers and books.

And she sees Zuko in there.

And that also makes her blink. She hasn't met him before. Is he new?

Bubbles hovers closer up above the tables and watches him below. "Are you looking for something?"

[princeinexile]

Zuko blinks his eyes, and then looks up over the stack to the -- oh, blonde. He's always -- weirded out by that; there is no one with hair like that in his country.

"Uh," he says, "No -- I'm just studying," he says, blinking his eyes.

[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

At least he's not surprised that she's just hovering there in midair.

"Studying what?"

Bubbles figures that since he hasn't just turned back to his scrolls and papers that she's not disturbing him.

And she's always interested in learning something new.

She gently lands in the seat across from him. Making sure that she can still see over the stacks of books and papers. "Oh. I'm sorry. My name is Bubbles." she smiles.

[princeinexile]

Hovering is the last of the things he's seen here so far; and besides, the Airbender can do it, so...

"... music, language, weaponsmithing." A wide variety, but there's little to do otherwise here for the boy. He doesn't seem to mind her company, though he does occasinoally stare at her hair. Blonde!

[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

"I guess that explains the flute then." Bubbles smiles.

Gotta love x-ray vision.

"Why are you studying so much?" Bubbles asks in curiosity, tilting her blond head lightly. She doesn't seem to notice his occasional staring. Or doesn't mind it. Either or.

[princeinexile]

"I have little else to do here, while I wait for the Door to let me go home," Zuko admits, as he sits back in his chair. "I am -- somewhat..." He shrugs. "Anxious."

THat's one way to put it.

[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

She frowns slightly. "So you're bound here too?" Bubbles makes a face. "I guess that makes both of us then..." she grumbles lightly.

Oh well.

Bubbles isn't one to dwell on unpleasant things for too long.

"Why don't you have some fun instead? It must be boring just reading and studying all day."

[princeinexile]

"What would I do?" Zuko asks. "I train and I run, and I explore the woods, but that only keeps my mind busy so long."

And Zuko needs his mind kept as busy as possible!