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[VIDEO; an hour after dark]

[ A messy line of text streams across a rampant new post on the network, apparently something of an accidental keysmash that reads, IM~H W#RHR AH [KTRARRR[#'APAA??/ Moments later, the Video kicks in and shows someone upside-down in reds and golds, the bottom of a disapproving grimace visible over the edge of the screen. He doesn't look pleased, probably wouldn't even without half his face melted into a permanent squint, but there's something else wrong.

His shirt is burned through and one hand is clutching a nasty mess in the centre of his chest, trembling badly as blue sparks shiver through him at odd moments. ]

— ey! Can anyone hear me? Who are these guys? [ Standing some way from the Greeter unfortunate enough to find himself serving a shift with one very pissed off prince, he hoarsely tries to be heard. ] Don't they understand? I have to finish the — ungh! The Agni Kai, I can't go and hide in a house somewhere! I —

[ Coughing in pain, he turns over the NV to inspect it, fortunately righting the screen by accident as he pauses to catch his breath. ]

K-Katara, are you okay? Did she get you — huh? Who's there ... ?

[ It's dark outside, that much is apparent from the off. Throughout his heated rant, Zuko's wandering has taken him outside the baseball diamond and straight into the path of something that welcomes him the good old-fashioned Darkness way; the NV clatters with a tinkling of brass as he throws himself into a ferocious attack, flames flaring to scare off the moving shadows across the street.

Scooping up his communication device, huffing and pounding footsteps can be heard for a few seconds before his back hits a wall and he hisses urgently, golden eyes wide with alarm and pain. Slumping down to crumple over his knees, he gasps and fights for calming breaths, tiny electrical shocks zipping over his skin and the dao swords strapped over a shoulder. ]

Can't — Can't keep moving. [ Teeth grit against the sting of being forced into combat so soon after sustaining a blast of redirected lightning back home. To the normal eye, though, it looks like something tried to chew through his gut. ] That's it. I've had enough of these games, I want answers. Now!

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[Could that be? No it couldn't be Zuko, he hadn't seen his nephew in over a year, he should be ruling the Fire Nation back home.]

Zuko! Are you alright?!

[It was dangerous out right now, he couldn't bear to lose him after just arriving here. He would have to hope someone helped him out soon, it seemed he was in bad condition, and exposed to the Darkness he wouldn't last long]

[ Wincing as a voice jolts him out of his reverie, he smears a bloodied thumb over the screen to wipe off the excess dirt and get a better albeit disbelieving look. ]

Uncle ... ?

[ Alarmed, he decides honesty is the better part of valour and sacrifices his pride with a shade of his head, answering through a reedy cough. ]

No, I'm — I'm hit, it was Azula's lightning. Uncle, what is going on?

[He is heading out the door now, there was really no time to let anyone know, he'd have to make sure Zuko was safe. You can see things moving as Iroh is moving along quite quickly despite his age]

I understand, we will have to get you to a healer soon. There are malicious and dangerous spirits out right now, I will explain things further when we have gotten to safety.