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tampered2011-03-28 08:07 pm
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When; The evening of the 28th.
Rating;NC-17 PG-13..ish?
Characters; Jet and Iroh
Summary; Iroh saves Jet's ass.
Log; It had been weeks since Jet had burned down the tea shop, and he'd been keeping to himself since then. Squatting in an empty apartment, heading out only at night, staying away from people as best as he could; it only made sense to try to avoid the city as much as possible. Surely the firebenders had rallied the poor saps they had fooled into friendship against him, and surely they were still all pissed and out for his blood.
He remembered the look of unbridled rage on Zuko's face, after all, and had physically felt the flames grow hotter when he had begun taunting the young firebender.
If Jet hadn't been half-mad with hunger and sleeplessness (the damned ticking was getting easier to bear, but still kept him up sometimes, curled on the floor and staring at the wall with bloodshot eyes), he probably wouldn't have fallen for the harpy's trap. If he had had all of his wits about him, he probably wouldn't have been lured into the alleyway by the crooning sounds of a woman in pain, and if he had possessed a better sense of self preservation then, he most likely wouldn't have gone into the alleyway with his swords sheathed.
And, maybe, finally, if he hadn't been so cocky, he would have run instead of trying to fight back.
It was too late for what-ifs, though: all of that had happened, which was exactly how Jet found himself concussed and on the ground, scrambling for a weapon that had clattered to the ground and skidded just out of reach. "Get away from me," he spat, trying to roll toward his sword and feeling his diaphragm and ribs seize. "Do I look like food to you?"
Part of him, in the back of his mind, really hoped he blacked out before the damn harpy actually ate him.
Rating;
Characters; Jet and Iroh
Summary; Iroh saves Jet's ass.
Log; It had been weeks since Jet had burned down the tea shop, and he'd been keeping to himself since then. Squatting in an empty apartment, heading out only at night, staying away from people as best as he could; it only made sense to try to avoid the city as much as possible. Surely the firebenders had rallied the poor saps they had fooled into friendship against him, and surely they were still all pissed and out for his blood.
He remembered the look of unbridled rage on Zuko's face, after all, and had physically felt the flames grow hotter when he had begun taunting the young firebender.
If Jet hadn't been half-mad with hunger and sleeplessness (the damned ticking was getting easier to bear, but still kept him up sometimes, curled on the floor and staring at the wall with bloodshot eyes), he probably wouldn't have fallen for the harpy's trap. If he had had all of his wits about him, he probably wouldn't have been lured into the alleyway by the crooning sounds of a woman in pain, and if he had possessed a better sense of self preservation then, he most likely wouldn't have gone into the alleyway with his swords sheathed.
And, maybe, finally, if he hadn't been so cocky, he would have run instead of trying to fight back.
It was too late for what-ifs, though: all of that had happened, which was exactly how Jet found himself concussed and on the ground, scrambling for a weapon that had clattered to the ground and skidded just out of reach. "Get away from me," he spat, trying to roll toward his sword and feeling his diaphragm and ribs seize. "Do I look like food to you?"
Part of him, in the back of his mind, really hoped he blacked out before the damn harpy actually ate him.