Apologies for my inactiveness >.< Exams have been killing me orz But I should be able to get replies done tonight!

Right now I believe I owe:

Toph

Bolin

Itachi

Deidara 

Sokka

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It just felt so hot. 

Opening his eyes he was not greeted with the sight of the hut he had begun to call home but instead with the familiar flickers of orange dancing at the edge of his vision. Crackling filled his ears as the heat grew closer. 

Lashing out an arm he sent the flames back, trying to create some space between himself and the fire licking at the walls. Just where was he? Zuko had only just come to terms with what Toph had told him and now this? Golden eyes scanned the room looking for familiar details. Wait. Was this Uncle’s tea shop? The Earth Kingdom? Pushing his way through the flames, parting them as he went he made it to the door. Pushing it open he expected salvation, the cool rush of air, but instead his vision was flooded with more of the same. The city was burning.

The streets were filled with chaos, a panicked crowd, but Zuko managed to grab hold of a passerby’s arm. Fear stared back at him as their gazes met. 

“What’s happening?!” He spat out, hoping the other was coherent enough to answer him.

The other’s eyes glanced over his shoulder, widening as they took in the sight behind him. “Ozai…” He muttered before pulling away, running into the distance.

Zuko’s arms fell to his sides, shock across his face. Father? This couldn’t be. Toph had told him… but as his amber eyes glanced over the houses he saw it was the truth. Fire nation troops were everywhere and there was nothing left to do but run. 

matakondoda:

Itachi didn’t visit Polis very often, manly because the restrictions to his chakra made him feel uneasy. Not that he needed any genjutsu or ninjutsu if he had to defend himself. Some might expect him to feel uncomfortable around so many people in one place, when really it was the opposite. He liked to people watch. Finding his stomach empty, the Uchiha set off on a mission to end it’s grumbling terror. It wasn’t too long before he set sights on a stand that sold a rather nostalgic item. Dango. 

He really did enjoy good dango. 

With the line at the stand reduced to nothing, Itachi approached and ordered himself three to go. The young woman at the stand blushed and nodded completely happy to agree with his order… she even cut the price down half. Her attraction to the shinobi went completely unnoticed as he simply watched fresh dumplings being made. He paid half price as she told him, and took the paper back full of dumplings as he walked away. Fishing a skewer out he wasted no time in bringing the morsel to his mouth.

Tasted just like the ones back home. Glancing inside the paper bag Itachi suddenly discovered he had been given four instead of three. “…she gave me one too many.”

Walking into the city Zuko felt much more at ease, yes it was crowded here and that would normally have meant there were that many more chances for someone to spot him - to see him for who he really was - but now he knew where he was he realised he didn’t have to worry about that here. Now all he had to do was find some food.

It had been a long day, in truth Zuko wanted nothing more than to find a way home but it had been made clear that was near impossible, people left every now and again but no one knew how or even if they made it back home. For now he would settle for getting something to eat and going back to his, ugh, hut.

Amber eyes darted around the various selection of food shops and stalls, all carrying strange and unfamiliar products. Well, it seemed he wasn’t about to find any ‘home comforts’ here. 

As rain flecked across the paving stones, dripping down his raven locks he decided to duck into the nearest store. If he couldn’t find anything he recognised he might as well go for the closest option. However, it seemed it wouldn’t be quite that easy. As he got the counter he was annoyed to find his money was no good here and of course his annoyed utterances of ‘don’t you know who I am’ did nothing to help win her over. No, she didn’t know who he was and being ‘Prince of the Fire Nation’ meant nothing here. Turning away, a scowl on his face he saw one of the other customers stepping towards the door.

“Hey wait!” He cried, quickly following after him - embarrassment flooding over him at actually having to ask for food. From a stranger no less.

“Um, you wouldn’t have any going spare would you…?”

rockysifu:

Toph was feeling restless in her little hut, which wasn’t too surprising. Being unable to Earthbend in her own home was freaking her out just a tad, particularly when said home was in an uninhabited island. Because of this, day after day, her feet wandered about after dark. It wasn’t very healthy, but at least it eased her.

Suddenly, though, her feet took her in the direction of someone that just felt familiar to her. She wasn’t able to pinpoint anything, particularly since her eyes would not be able to tell her anything, but her impulsive nature led her that way, anyhow. Still though, the slight acrid stench of flames and the footsteps of a seasoned Firebender led her in the right direction. Suddenly the figure before her turned around, and spoke, revealing his identity.

“What are you doing here? Where are we?”

“Zuko!”

Her senses didn’t deceive her, it seemed, for she wasn’t chasing after a mirage, but the real thing! Yeah, sure, the people here weren’t bad at all. Quite the contrary, actually, but to actually be able to truly be herself? Well, that kind of behavior was reserved for members of the Gaang.

Showing a bit more excitement and eagerness than usual, Toph all but hugged Zuko, giving his arm a rather childish tug in the process. Funny, it hadn’t been very long since she last saw him, but already Toph was missing her Firebending friend. The fact that someone else from her world was here brought up a spark from inside of her. 

“I’m glad you’re here! Ever since I arrived, I haven’t come across any of our friends. There was a girl who recognized me as an Earthbender, but, ehe, that’s a long story.”

Toph merely gave her friend a cheeky grin at that, hiding her worry and relief at seeing Zuko again. She was clearly happy to see him, but worried about being here and the state of her other friends? Yeah, but she tried her very best not to show that.

“Anyway, we’re in Arcadios. Its this island separated from the rest of the universe apparently, filled with people from different dimensions or something. It sounds really strange, but I know for a fact that the lady who told me this info wasn’t lying. Apparently this Goddess thought we were worried of being saved from the inevitable destruction of our worlds, or something.”

Surprise flashed across his face as the other took hold of his arm, affection still wasn’t exactly something he was used to. Before he’d decided to join up with Aang and the others the only one who’d ever shown him any was Mai and, well, she wasn’t exactly the most caring person even at the best of times – not that he’s ever really minded but it was nice knowing someone cared about him.

Gingerly he returned the half hug, gently draping an arm around her shoulder for a moment before returning, rather awkwardly to his previous stance. “Yeah, it’s good to see you too Toph. I was starting to worry I wasn’t going to find anyone I knew here.” He frowned slightly at that thought, though he’d deny it if anyone asked he would have hated to end up alone. Again.  Looking down at her a small smile lifted his lips, despite the fact the other wouldn’t see it - Zuko knew his happiness would be evident in his voice. “I’m sorry you had to be here alone.”

He listened intently as she explained it to him, his smile slipping as she did so. A different dimension? Well how would he get back there? He had a job to do, they all did, he knew that. Yes, his might not have been as vital as Aang’s but Azula still needed to be stopped. The memory of his sister’s crazed face flashed before him, the memory of her lightening striking him down the last one he had before awakening here, did that mean she had won? He squeezed his eyes shut, it had been his job to stop her, how could he have failed?

Zuko flinched. Saved from inevitable destruction? What did that mean? He knew the power granted by Sozin’s comet was enough to cause irreversible destruction but Aang had to stop it. He was the Avatar, it was his destiny. His fists clenched at his sides, teeth gritted, as his gaze drifted to the ground. He could have done better, he knew he could. He worked hard to calm the rage building inside him, he didn’t need rage for power. He sighed before glancing back to the girl before him, his tone much graver when he spoke next. “Toph, how long have you been here?” He paused. “Do- do you know what happened? Did we… lose?”

(Source: zukhonor)

Zuko had beenhere for little more than a few hours and he had yet to find anyone who could tell him just where ‘here’ was. Though he wasn’t exactly eager to go around asking for help, he shouldn’t even need help to find his way around here.

However, it was starting to get cold and his crimson robes weren’t exactly helping against the chill the wind was sending through him. His steps quickened as he walked down the near empty streets, mouth twisted into a scowl. He didn’t have time for this, there was a war going on and he needed to be there.

The sound of footsteps behind him caught his attention, spinning round amber eyes met with wide clouded ones framed by jet black bangs. “Toph,” he called, hurrying towards the small figure. “What are you doing here? Where are we?”

volatile-bomber:

If there was one thing that Deidara had an advantage of over the rest of the members of the Akatsuki - aside from just about all of his skills and his clear adeptness in battle, thank you very much - it was that when it came to covering ground, Deidara could easily do it quickly by the use of his clay-made bird (or dragon, if he felt like showing off even more so). Settled on the back of another one of his now airborne creations, Deidara was able to cover much more than anyone could on foot. Leaning over just a margin, blue eyes scanned the large of expanse of land directly below him, making sure to take in as much detail as he could during his flight.

A slight frown.

It was weird, really. He could clearly recall being bound, and struggling, and very very very much dead even though he had been “alive” and breathing - he had been resurrected as the living dead by the use of a forbidden technique. But now, it was almost as though his death had not happened. He was back in his normal body, and his eyes were no longer an alarming black canvas set beneath striking blue pupils. He had been in shock, yes, but he was not one to dwell on that for too long, his ninja instincts kicking in when he had realized he was in a foreign environment. His grip on his clay-made creation tightening just a bit as the bird dipped lower, Deidara continued surveying his surroundings. Now that the cloud of anger had dissipated from his mind, Deidara was able to concentrate on this place with a great deal more focus, and he had to say— this place was weird.

Touching down close to a crystal clear lake that was partially edged with a waterfall, Deidara promptly jumped off his creation.

Time to do a bit more exploring. This time, on foot.

Amber eyes flew open, blinking rapidly as he tried to focus. Where were the blue flashes of flames? The heat? But all he saw was the clear blue canvas of sky, felt the cool wind against his skin. Where am I? How long have I been out?! 

Pushing himself to his feet bright flames licked against his hands, now clenched into fists, as he scanned his surroundings. One thing was for sure, he was no longer in the fire nation. The waterfall, the source of the only noise in the large clearing, behind him was unlike anything he would have seen in his homeland. Was Azula playing another one of her sick jokes? Has she just left him here? His hands tightened, fire flaring around them, before he let the flames go out. 

Wherever he was he was alone and what he needed now was to find someone who knew where the hell this was and how he could get back to where he was needed. A city was visible in the distance, though it was one unlike any he’d ever seen, and he figured if he started now he could make it there before sunset. As he set of towards it a shadow fell over him, glancing up he saw… a bird? Well whatever it was it was approaching fast and it was big. It landed a little way away next to the vast lake and a figure jumped off from it’s back. Perhaps this was the chosen form of transport around here, Zuko had to admit it seemed a lot faster than Aang’s sky bison.

Eyes narrowed slightly as he eyed the other. Their clothes were ones he couldn’t associate with any of the four nations and he knew there would be a lot of people who wouldn’t be to pleased to see him. 

“Who are you?” His voice was brash as always but right now he had a lot more important things to worry about than being friendly.