Toph Bei Fong (
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tushanshu2015-02-14 02:20 pm
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Video - 001
[There's a small girl onscreen. Tiny, pale, likely no more than 13, with a mass of heavy, dark hair and pale green eyes that spear outward from the feed.]
[. . . Though there's something off about that glare. It doesn't quite seem to focus like a glare should. And the screen itself is not quite centered on her; it cuts off her chin.]
[But there's certainly enough visible to say that she is decidedly Displeased.]
[And wet.]
I think I've gotten pretty tolerant of weird stuff going on around here. Bending suddenly getting yanked away? Managed. Invasion of the purring fluffy things? Whatever. Dream-sharing? Yeah, fine. Way, way messing up the timeline, until my-- . . .
[She cuts herself off there, though, her lips pressing together sharply. And when she pushes on, she lets that go.]
Forget it.
The point is, enough's enough. When I go to sleep in my own bed in Earth, I'd better darn well wake up in my own bed in Earth, not turn over and find myself tipping over into a fountain in the Water Sector. Whatever's going on, somebody had better speak up about it now, because I'm wet and I'm cold, and there's some kedan family living in my house, and I want an explanation now so I can smash the source into a pulp several times with a rock and get back to bed.
[A sneeze. But she looks no less fierce for it, jerking the back of her wrist across her nose.]
Start now.
[. . . Though there's something off about that glare. It doesn't quite seem to focus like a glare should. And the screen itself is not quite centered on her; it cuts off her chin.]
[But there's certainly enough visible to say that she is decidedly Displeased.]
[And wet.]
I think I've gotten pretty tolerant of weird stuff going on around here. Bending suddenly getting yanked away? Managed. Invasion of the purring fluffy things? Whatever. Dream-sharing? Yeah, fine. Way, way messing up the timeline, until my-- . . .
[She cuts herself off there, though, her lips pressing together sharply. And when she pushes on, she lets that go.]
Forget it.
The point is, enough's enough. When I go to sleep in my own bed in Earth, I'd better darn well wake up in my own bed in Earth, not turn over and find myself tipping over into a fountain in the Water Sector. Whatever's going on, somebody had better speak up about it now, because I'm wet and I'm cold, and there's some kedan family living in my house, and I want an explanation now so I can smash the source into a pulp several times with a rock and get back to bed.
[A sneeze. But she looks no less fierce for it, jerking the back of her wrist across her nose.]
Start now.
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[He had heard that Toph had been here before but this was the first time he'd seen her on Tu Vishan.]
Okay, fine. But where are you?
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[And an eyebrow shifts up.]
Considering I was here for most of a year before you and you only just decided to show up? No.
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What are you talking about? I was here for months and then... Nevermind. I'll explain it later. I'll be there soon.
[And with that, Zuko leaves the console and fetches a blanket before heading to the cafe.]
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[But in true Zuko fashion, he leaves it hanging before she can poke him about him properly. Frowning, Toph huddles, burrowed against her knees and shivering. Hopefully he makes it fast.]
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As soon as he stepped into the cafe he started looking around. A short blind girl should be pretty easy to pick out.]
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Thus he moved toward her, heating his hands enough to transfer warmth to the blanket without igniting it. Once he reached her, he then wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.]
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[He gets one of her rare small smiles in reply, happy and appreciative.]
Thanks, Sparky.
[She's assuming it's him. But as she pulls the blanket more closely around her, she doesn't want to expose her feet to check. Instead she burrows tighter, trying to warm up as much of herself as she can.]
So . . . what's going on?
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"Where do you want me to start?"
Because it could get very long if she wanted him to explain everything that's happened while he was here, and she wasn't.