1rst Cataclysm|| Deathwing || In person because his blackberry is now magma

[gr8balls-o-fire.livejournal.com]

[The ground quakes with a mighty roar that can be heard for miles.]

DISGUSTING WRETCHES! VILE MORTALS! HOW DARE YOU! DO YOU TRULY THINK YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CONTAIN A GOD?! I WILL DEVOUR YOU WHOLE! I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!

[he writhes and struggles against the chains that hold him down]

I AM DEATHWING! I AM POWER INCARNATE! YOU’RE ATTEMPTS TO HOLD ME HERE ARE FUTILE!

[with another bellowing roar the ground beneath him quakes and erupts with fire and lava. He once more continues struggling against his chains in vain]

1st Kata || Zuko || Unintentional Video followed by In Person

[burning-prince.livejournal.com]

[The Blackberry is apparently recording from the floor, angled up to get a good feed of the edge of the bed. Someone dressed in white climbs off said bed, and a hoarse voice grumbles.]

Hello? Uncle? [More quietly.] What kind of place is this…?

[The person nearly steps on the Blackberry, and leans down, peering at it, giving it a good view of his face, scar, and golden eyes. Then he straightens, apparently dismissing the device from mind.]

Uncle, where are you? You better not be wasting time playing Pai Sho again or something…

[The teenager moves out of the camera’s frame; there’s the sound of footsteps, and then a door opens and closes. The camera continues to run for a minute or two, before flickering out.]


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Zuko warily stepped into the hall outside the room, glancing in both directions as he pulled the door shut behind him. The flickering lights overhead were a nuisance, and the dust teased his nose obnoxiously. What sort of filthy hovel was this? Had he fallen unconscious or something, and forced Uncle Iroh to drag him to shore? The thought was somewhat humiliating, but it seemed the most plausible explanation for waking up in this strange place.

It didn't explain why Uncle was nowhere in sight, however.

To his right the hall ended in a dead end, but to the left he could see a set of stairs; he turned and made his way towards them, listening for any sign of another's presence. "Uncle?" he called out, but not too loudly, not willing to draw too much attention to himself in this strange place, in case Uncle wasn't the nearest person at hand.

[Accidental Video - He's off to a good start.]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[He put his foot on the vamp's head, and looked up from where he was stood. But... the oddest thing happened. He was no longer in the room where the body lay. He was now in a room that was empty save for him, and the body-less head under his foot. He also had no clue he was being recorded by the blackberry device on the side. the machete didn't drop from his hand, and he didn't draw attention to the pistol in it's holster.

He cocked his head as he listened, the sound of hearts, blood, and small catches of conversation all around him (as well as other sounds). The smells that where drifting on the air were mixed, and by god, some of them were delicious. Some of them were foul, and one or two distinctly reminded him of hell.]

...Where the hell am I? and more importantly, how will I get the damned cure now? [he growled as he took his foot off the vamp's head, and kicked it away from him in frustration. It's then that he notices the blackberry, and comes and picks it up. Then he notices that it's recording.]

Does somebody want to tell me what the hell's going on?! Where am I, and how did I get here? ...And more importantly: Does anyone know a Sam Winchester? [If he could find Sam, they could figure this out, and get him the cure. He just had to not feed... which would be great, if it weren't for all the hearts he could hear beating in the place he was now in. Screw it, he was strong enough.

He had to be.]

[voice]

[neveradamsel]

[There's a distinct sound of a...phone? Connecting with whatever network this might be, then a woman's voice, clear, concise, and irritated.]

This isn't funny Megamind. [It's an automatic assumption that he's got something to do with this. She sits up, rubbing her eyes.] And, it's kind of tasteless right now, don't you think?

[She does NOT sound impressed.]

Also, a blackberry? Really? Can't you come up with something a little more...oh, I don't know - original?