milliways_bar | Entries tagged with iroh

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

Makita's been released from the cells. She walks straight to Bar and draws a note from her pocket. She sets it carefully on the surface, it's taken her most of the week she's been locked up to finish it.

( For Iroh )

Inside that letter is another letter

( For Zuko )

That done, Makita stares at Bar for silent minutes. Fighting with herself. Finally, slowly, she empties the pockets of her coat onto Bar's surface.

Pistols, grenades, and a dozen loaded magazines form a pile. She reaches out to touch them, but stops herself and strokes the smooth wooden surface. "Take care of them for me, okay?"

The pile disappears and Makita simply sits and stares at where they had been looking lost. For the first time since she entered the bar she is unarmed, and she feels helpless.

She could probably use someone to talk to, or just someone to sit with.

princeinexile

[OOM: At the end of the weekend, Zuko and Iroh ...sort of converse.]

His uncle fetched, Zuko does not look back as he leads his uncle toward the door with a grim sort of purpose -- the door is thrown open, and with nary a glance back, the boy (be-decked in apron and a servant's clothes) and the man (equally humble in garb) vanish through the door to their own world; beyond the noise of a vendor or some other place of employ rattles and clinks with noise...

And then the door falls shut and only the bar's roar remains.

princeinexile

[OOM: Steph takes Zuko back to his suite and Iroh both; Nanny Ogg busts in on the awkward family moment and .... well, she and Iroh get very comfortable indeed. Later, Steph returns to bring the dogs back now that Zuko's no longer made of felt, and ... well, old flames are bound to leap to light if things get hot enough.... After unadvisable lovin' with the ex, Zuko and Stephanie clean up and clear out-- only to be interrupted by Iroh, returning to the suite of fordidden love., Rated A for Awkward Timing, W for Wrinkly Sex (Implied), C for Comfy Couches, and T for Teenage Woe And Wangstsex (Also implied), and I for Interrupting All Over The Place. ]

princeinexile

It was a quiet day at the tea shop. There was no Jin (and there was no relief, per se, about her absence) but there was Mushi and Li -- or perhaps better known as Iroh and Zuko.

The evening's fair was wrapping up -- Zuko had the last load of cups on a tray and had just pushed back the curtain--

--to find Milliways on the other side.

Somewhere -- somebody giggled. Shortly following, there was a crash as a tray was suddenly high in the air, and then -- not.

There was also an indigant sound of childish pain, and a bit of thrashing. "U--uncle!" What the hell just happened! He -- he just fell over! And the world went dark! And there's something hard and flat on him. "Uncle the shop caved in!" At least, that's the only thing Zuko can think of, now that he's about eight inches tall and sort of -- softer and less offensive (marginally) then he was five seconds ago. Now if he could only get the goddamn tray off his soft, plush body, he'd be worlds better.

But he'd still be a plushie.

princeinexile

[OOM: Zuko sacrifices two young women on the altar to destiny.... in a proverbial sense, anyway.]

princeinexile

[OOM: After Zuko enjoys Rachel's gifts; he wakes at varying intervals -- first to Wells, who tells him Xu Ning is dead, then to Iroh, who says he is caring for the turtleducks, and then to Jocasta, who promises her friend that she's not going to let him become a murderer. Zuko weeps in two, rages in one. Easy to guess what's what, isn't it?]

princeinexile

There is a tired prince out in the grass. There are, however, happy turtleducklings in the lake, and a very alert malamute on watch.

What most folks don't know is that malamutes love to get wet, and so Xu Ning has no problem padding in to steer a duckling back toward the shore, where she can more readily get to them if something presents itself as a danger.

The boy, on the other hand, is pretty tired, and maybe a little nervy. He's had a rough week. Orphaned animals make for a lot of selfless work, so it should come as no surprise that Zuko's catching up on sleep while the turtleducklings enjoy their natural habitat and DON'T make a ruin of his bathroom.

princeinexile

There would be a witty, Firebender haiku here as the mun's been itchy to write one. But she couldn't think of one at work. Instead, you have a Firebender looking a little less peaky, sittnig on his couch, with the black and white malamute at his feet. She is alert, and for a change, so is he, though he is occupied with several historybooks borrowed from the Bar library.

What, if he's thinking about losing himself in a modern Earth, he ought to have some idea of the culture and history, right? Come, educate him in strange Earth rituals if you dare.

Current Location: Fireplace Couches

flyingsister.livejournal.com

"Look, you gave the belt back fair and square, Sokka, you can't just decide your bag looked better with it and try to snatch it back from Toph--you deserved those bruises--"

"Katara! You're supposed to be on my side!"

"Since whe--"

Okay. The door led to that wacky bar again and closed promptly behind her.

No problem, though. She'd found that she always came back the exact moment she left, no matter how long she stayed.

It was like this place was a secret little hidey-hole, all her own.

Of course, that was because she hadn't gotten a straight answer out of Aang when she obliquely asked him if he knew about it. Then again, she wasn't willing to give a straight answer herself.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells met his wife come lunchtime, and they ate together. There was discussion. All, in general, was well.

He's taken up a place by the fire, Zuko's dog curled up at his feet. Harry's attention is on ... well, something far away, though his eyes are on the fire. The dog's is on the stairs, as if she expects her master to turn up at any moment.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

The evening hours find Wells outside, not far from the lake. He's not headed for the football pitch, or the target range, or even his fire-pit; he's got other things to do tonight, and most if not all of them spring from the current occupant of the cells.

Eventually he's going to go back inside, but for now he's walking outside with Xu Ning, Zuko's malamute, and thinking.

princeinexile

[OOM: After tangling with Stephanie and being interrupted by Cera, Zuko is marched into the cells. There, he is taunted by Stephanie for a good part of the day, has to deal with getting his dog of the cells, Melaka wants a damn explanation behind the crying dinosaur, and then sees his mentor, who he basically tells to naff off. However, this is not the end of things, for he ends the day seeing his uncle, Iroh, who due to milli!circumstances, Zuko has not laid eyes on in over two years. It is not the best reunion ever.

The next day, Steph is sprung and Zuko shares snark.

And that is one hell of a day and half in the cells. He still has a day and a half more to go.]

ginsengdragon.livejournal.com

("Uncle, I thought a lot about what you said."

"You did? Good, good."

"It’s helped me realize something. We no longer have anything to gain by traveling together. I need to find my own way.")

Iroh sat alone, for the first time in years, and sipped the tea he'd poured from a porcelain pot.

It was a warm day in the Earth Kingdom, a bit warm for tea, but tea was delicious enough to be worth it, as far as Iroh was concerned.

Tea was also something that was very nice when it was shared.

But he knew the time would come that Zuko would have to find his own path. Every bird must leave the nest at some point, even if they were a rather cranky baby crow, Iroh thought.

"Even you had to, didn't you, little one?" Iroh asked the little sparrow that was pecking around the cave entrance for crumbs. "You had to leave the nest and test your wings."

Iroh took some bread and tossed it to the little bird, and it pecked it's way over to him and after some cautious hesitation, it flew right into his head to eat the bread there, allowing Iroh to scratch its downy little head with a finger.

He had always had a way with animals. Whether they were small and furry or wild komodo-rhinos.

The bird allowed itself to be scratched, patiently, then fluttered off.

Iroh stood, with the grunt old men often grunt when their knees are stiffer than they used to be, and walked outside to scatter the rest of the crumbs of his stale bread for the birds and beasts.

There was the sound of brush being moved aside and a little chipmouse scurried up to stand beside him. It was staring at something and Iroh stared in that direction.

It was a tree that was as familiar as all the other trees around the glen that surrounded the little cave Iroh lived in. Except that now it had an intricately carved door with a golden knob.

Well. Wasn't that odd.

Iroh rubbed his chin with a hand and looked at it, then looked at the chipmouse, which looked right back up at him.

"Very strange," he said aloud, and it was quite possible the rodent nodded in agreement.

Well, there was nothing else for it.

Iroh reached a hand out and turned the knob, then the rotund, grey haired former Fire Nation general stepped through...

The chipmouse waved goodbye as the door closed behind him.

Looking around the bar, Iroh repeated, "Very strange indeed."

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