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The Fire Palace is techincally a series of much smaller buildings grouped together and locked by walled footpaths and ornate gardens. The Imperial audience chambers are in the centre, near where the Royal family live in a smaller, heavily walled domicile. Guests are quartered in expansive rooms in one of the outer rings, a short walk away from the temple, used by all who live in the Palace.
One of the low buildings in the temple itself is dedicated to memorials to the departed. Smoke rises in thin worms from a thousand incense sticks, set before rolls representing the dead, individually or collectively. At the front, facing the worshipper as he enters, are twin rolls representing the parents of the current Fire Lord - one handsome king with his face marked by a hug burn scar, and one exotic looking blue eyed woman, sporting a scar of her own. As only four people in the world have ever met Melaka Fray, no one's arguing the likeness.
The victims of the recent border attack are in a temporary position next to Zuko. Each name is written out in perfect and careful calligraphy grouped by nation, and not one is left out, no matter who they might have been or which element they subscribed to. The sand in front of that scroll burns with more sticks than anywhere else, today.
One of the low buildings in the temple itself is dedicated to memorials to the departed. Smoke rises in thin worms from a thousand incense sticks, set before rolls representing the dead, individually or collectively. At the front, facing the worshipper as he enters, are twin rolls representing the parents of the current Fire Lord - one handsome king with his face marked by a hug burn scar, and one exotic looking blue eyed woman, sporting a scar of her own. As only four people in the world have ever met Melaka Fray, no one's arguing the likeness.
The victims of the recent border attack are in a temporary position next to Zuko. Each name is written out in perfect and careful calligraphy grouped by nation, and not one is left out, no matter who they might have been or which element they subscribed to. The sand in front of that scroll burns with more sticks than anywhere else, today.
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Date: 2007-05-16 08:35 am (UTC)Sokka has been in this room many time, more than any other part of the palace, and he has always knelt in the same spot: just inside, in front of Zuko and Mel. Iroh assured his privacy and Lu occasionally enforced it with guards outside the doors and he spoke to his long-deceased siblings without fear of anyone questioning his sanity.
Today, he kneels before the newest scrolls with his head bowed and eyes closed.
Today, he can't look at one pair of blue eyes that smile back at him.
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Date: 2007-05-16 08:42 am (UTC)If she'd known, she would have left her visit for later, but it's rare she gets a moment to herself and she's coming at leats daily at the moment, setting two sticks together lit by her own fingers.
She just kneels next to him for a moment, head bowed to the shrine.
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Date: 2007-05-16 08:46 am (UTC)"...where are they?" he asks, voice quiet, calm.
His one request, before joining her on the ironclad, was that he be able to see the men who did this.
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Date: 2007-05-16 08:49 am (UTC)"Dungeons. My man says they've told him all they're going to."
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Date: 2007-05-16 08:51 am (UTC)He speaks in the same quiet, calm voice, but Sokka's hands are on his knees and his knuckles are white.
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Date: 2007-05-16 08:54 am (UTC)Louise's head doesn't move from staring at the floor.
"He's the best I've got."
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Date: 2007-05-16 09:08 am (UTC)One hand is up, curled around the back of his neck. The other, as he looks to the grey eyes of his daughter-in-law, reaches over to settle over his niece's.
"When can I see them?"
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Date: 2007-05-16 09:12 am (UTC)"They're..." not in a state ot see anyone right now. "I'm going to be sent a messenger when they regain consciousness."
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Date: 2007-05-16 09:17 am (UTC)His hand squeezes hers, the other lifting to pat the back of her hand. "All right. And you'll let me know?"
He has to check.
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Date: 2007-05-16 09:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-16 09:31 am (UTC)He squeezes her hand but Sokka doesn't look any further than the paintings in front of his face.
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Date: 2007-05-16 09:34 am (UTC)Louise's hand relaxes against his, but the temperature of her skin doesn't fall, her pale skin turning pick at her palm.
"This is going to be done right. I'm not going to let them win."
Her dead tone suggests letting him see them will hinder that.
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Date: 2007-05-16 09:40 am (UTC)"I didn't come here to tell you how to run your trial. I know I have no place in it. And I'm not here to tell you how to punish your prisoners either. All that I asked was to be able to see them. You don't even have to leave me alone with them.
"I'm not going to get in your way."
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Date: 2007-05-16 09:42 am (UTC)"I know. I'm glad you're here."
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Date: 2007-05-16 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-16 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-16 09:58 am (UTC)"I'd probably be more helpful, at that."
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Date: 2007-05-16 09:59 am (UTC)"If it had been I wouldn't have failed her."
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Date: 2007-05-16 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-16 10:12 am (UTC)"I don't know. You knew her better than me."
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Date: 2007-05-16 10:20 am (UTC)"She was proud of you," he says quietly, petting her hair, "proud of where she came from."
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Date: 2007-05-16 10:22 am (UTC)"Jesu, Uncle. I'm such a mess."
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Date: 2007-05-16 10:26 am (UTC)He loves Lu but Iroh was his introduction to having a son and he wants to hold onto that, too.
"Don't worry what you look like. Break down now while you have the time, I'm not going to tell anyone, Louise."
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Date: 2007-05-16 10:32 am (UTC)She was seven when her mother died, fifteen when her dad followed. She's buried an Uncle, sent a sister off to uncertain death, and submitted a child to the Earth Kingdom for the look of it.
And finally something's managed to knock the wind out of her.
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Date: 2007-05-16 10:39 am (UTC)He doesn't break back, murmuring low toned words against her hair while he holds her up.
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