Re-Entrance [under new munagement. Have read RPs with the old Aang. Poke me if I forget something]

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If Aang were the type to keep a journal, a sampling of entries would have sounded like this:

Day One (Post-iceburg)

Have been freed from iceburg where I was apparently trapped for a hundred years by a pretty girl. Hundred years = bad. Pretty girl = good. Pretty girl's brother = funny-looking when covered in bison snot.

Now: penguin-sledding with pretty girl! Yey!

Day Five

Sokka in a dress. Ahaha.

Day Fifteen

Sliding around Omashu still fun!

Day Sixteen

Bumi also still crazy. But it's okay because he's a genius!

Day Twenty-six

Getting stuck in caves = not always a bad thing

Which leads up to what today's imaginary entry in Aang's imaginary journal would read...

Day Thirty-Something...I think.

Need real food. Onion and banana juice is not real food, no matter how "spiritually sustaining" Guru Pahtick claims it is. Suspect that he, like most old people I've ever met, is slightly crazy. Still not fully realized Avatar yet.

Now he'd have something else to add to that imaginary entry: Went to bar, because he stumbled in barefoot and half-asleep, rubbing at his eyes, after a night of strange dreams involving connected pools of water filled with onions and bananas.

His stomach spoke first, growling loudly, and then he spoke next, deliriously happy: "Real food!"

And ran over to the bar.

Welcome back to Milliways, you bald little monkey.

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"I had a father," Aang said.

A father who loved him. A father and a master and a best friend.

"I found his bones in the Southern Air Temple, surrounded by the bones of dead Firebenders. I had other fathers besides him and aunts and uncles and brothers and sisters and cousins, and a whole family. We weren't all related by blood, but I had a family, and they're all gone now."

Aang shook his head. "And despite it, that wasn't my anger in the North. That was the rage of the Ocean Spirit, because of what was done to the Moon. You can ask your uncle if you don't believe me--he knew.

The spirits are angry because of what's happening to the world."

The forests were burned and the Hei Bai stole people away, and the Ocean Spirit had raged.

"That wasn't me--that wasn't what I wanted, hurting all those soldiers--that was the world lashing back at your people through me."

[princeinexile]

"You're just avoiding responsbility. Again: I call you coward!" Zuko says, his hands tight, trembling from knuckles to bicep. GOD how he wanted to hurt that boy, glaring at him with hate.
I want it all back.
His dogs whined miserably -- but there was an edge there, rolling beneath, a warning. They were with their alpha, and did not understand this screaming and yelling, but they knew everyone was unhappy.

Aang wasn't their priority, though. Zuko was.

"You just want to live in a dream world, just like uncle does. The world doesn't work that way; nothing falls into place neatly. You can't even take responsbility for your actions. A spirit did it-- through you, huh?" His lips were curled. "Coward. Filthy, lying coward!"

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"If I wanted to avoid responsibility, I'd just stop fighting," Aang pointed out, and then he was done.

He turned to walk away again.

[princeinexile]

Zuko wanted to burn a hole in his back, strike now--
So this is how the proud Captain Zhao acts in defeat...
--but something (someone) stays his hand.

His hands themselves are shaky, unsteady-- and he feels bile burning his throat.

These discussions never leave him stable. He turns the other way, and heads outside into the cold. The chill suited his mood, and while the dogs followed him out...

Zuko was thoroughly alone.