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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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Yes, she is from seventy years in the future, so she said.

[This place was really confusing at times]

Although it seems rather unbelievable, it matches up with the way things work. She doesn't seem the lying type.

[When she says momentarily, she means it. Shunpo is a very quick and efficient means of travel, and it helps that her own apartment is within the same sector. The trip is a short one, without any trouble, though she carries her blade with her after dark, regardless.

[She knocks briskly on the door to announce her presence. Normally, manners would dictate that she wait to be let in, but this is a medical emergency. Every second counts, and so she lets herself in, laying Minazuki -- all five feet of it, nearly her own height -- propped up against the wall. Now that she's inside, the sword's assistance is not needed.

[She offers a single nod of acknowledgement to Iroh before kneeling at his nephew's side. There's no question where the worst of the damage is.]

If you could remove your hands from the wound, please? [Phrased as a request. But with the distinct air of it being anything but.]

How can she be seventy years in -

[ The knock cuts him off, attention diverting to the motherly-looking woman who sweeps in with an unquestionable air of authority. Quietening demurely, Zuko does as instructed and lets his hands fall either side of himself on the couch, glancing to his uncle for reassurance.

He might whine and complain about a lot of things, but he knows when to shut his mouth and pay someone proper respect, especially if they're here to help. ]

[After a few moments there is another knock at the door, but this one waits a little more patiently until someone tells her to enter before opening it. Korra pokes her head in the door, and the tip of Naga's nose inches its way in above the top of her ponytail.]

Hey, I thought I heard Iroh's voice and Naga pointed me here.

[She enters the apartment and opens the door wide enough for the huge polar bear-dog to wiggle in with some effort. These doors were obviously not designed for animals so large.

Once they are both inside, Korra shuts the door while Naga finds somewhere to sit as unobtrusively as possible. Korra observes the goings on and approaches them with a nervous smile, staring rather openly at Zuko.]

[ Laid out as he is, he calls in whoever's outside only to be pleased when Katara's friend turns up, along with a massive polar bear-dog. Eying the creature warily, his attention is stolen by the Water Tribe girl who ... keeps staring. ]

You're Korra?

[Korra nods and pulls up a chair, (belatedly) bowing respectfully to those in the room. She turns the chair and straddles it, folding her arms on the back and watching with keen interest as Unohana works on Zuko's wounds. If she'd had her bending, she could have used it to heal him.

She pushes that thought aside for now.]

That's right. That one over there is Naga. We're glad you made it.

My uncle says you're old. Seventy ... [ Radiating scepticism, he presses on. ] You're from the future, is that right?

[ Since the spirits here are very, very real, he's prepared to believe Iroh about pretty much anything, but he wants confirmation from Korra herself. It means a lot when someone vouches for the truth. ]

Huh? No, I'm not that old. I'm seventeen. [She purses her lips at him. Honestly, does she look seventy years old?]

I am... from the future, though. Your future. Er, maybe not yours specifically, but from the future in our world.

You are if you're from that far ahead, technically. I've heard about people contacting their past lives, but to meet someone from somewhere that hasn't even happened? This is really strange.

[ He's just getting things straight, woman, don't pout your lips off. ]

So, how do you know Katara?

Not really. You're eighty-six in my time but that doesn't make you eighty-six now. This is pretty weird for me, too, y'know.

[She will pout her lips when she wants to okay because she is a strong Water Tribe woman and she's also older than you so there.

She clears her throat.]

Master Katara was my waterbending teacher. I've known her since I was four years old.

[ Wrinkling his nose at the thought of getting so old, he winces reflexively when his wound twinges, holding in a hiss. ]

You're a waterbender? That's useful.

[ What he means to say is, I'm sure you're very talented and I'm lucky to have met you, but being distracted - and who he is - he forgets to word it as nicely. ]

How old is Katara for you?

Tell me about it. [That's grumbled more to herself than for Zuko to hear, so she quickly moves on.]

She's about... eighty-four, I guess? She's in good health, though. I saw her just a few weeks ago.

You've got to know Sokka, then. I doubt Katara's living in the South Pole without him around.

[ It makes sense, and at a stretch ... ]

How about Aang and Toph? Ever met them?

[Korra's face falls slightly.]

I met Sokka when I was little. He was really great, but... he died a few years ago. I'm sorry. Toph, too. I know her daughter, though. She's amazing.

Aang... well, he died a few months before I was born.

They're dead?

[ Stricken at the very thought, Zuko's gaze lapses to the floor. ]

I can't imagine what that must be like for Katara.

I'm sorry. [She averts her eyes for a moment, too. It must hurt him to know that his friends are dead, even if it's at some nebulous date in the future.]

Katara has a great family, though. They love her very much, even if she doesn't get to see them often enough. I know she misses Aang and Sokka and all of her friends, but she's strong. She's always been strong.

Well, I'm here and so is my uncle, so I guess that means the others could turn up too.

[ Hesitating, he offers Naga a hand where he's laid out on his back. ]

This is your pet?

[Naga approaches and sniffs at Zuko's hand before licking it. Her tongue is about the size of his forearm so that leaves him a little slobbery, sorry. Korra shakes her head and grins.]

She's my friend. I raised her up from a cub. I'm lucky she was brought here with me since we weren't together when it happened.

She's kind of like Appa.

[ Ew, gross ... sleeve-saliva. ]

I guess she is. She can't fly, but she's a good swimmer. Hey, you should come for a ride with me sometime when you're feeling better.

[Naga 'woof's in agreement and settles in by the couch, as out of the way as possible despite being larger than the couch itself. Korra is staring again but trying to more discreet about it than before.]

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Action Weh, at least your net didn't decide to die. ;;

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