Tenjin and Fujikake... this won't end well

[Varoen]

Tenjin looked left and right trying to spot a place where he could stop for a while. He had left Ba-Sing-Se hours ago and was heading in the direction of Chameleon Bay where he had agreed to meet this man, though he honestly had not a clue where he really was. Looking for his opponent seemed to be more difficult than it had sounded and without a map to guide him he really was quite lost… then again he really didn’t know how to read a map so it wouldn’t help and he didn’t have any money on him so it was just a moot point to begin with. He had been wandering around for so long without company that he was really bored, and wanted someone to play with. But most of all he just wanted someone with him who could cook something good.

Reaching into his pack Ten pulled out a piece of saber-tooth-moose-lion jerky and munched on it as he looked towards the pink skyline “I’m so borrrred! Where is this guy?!” Grabbing some larger sticks he set about piling them around what would be his camp for the night if he couldn’t locate this person and put a few into a specific pile for fire. He had no idea what he was going to eat except for the jerky he had. He could cook, but he would more than likely burn it and black was not the boys favorite flavor. Looking down at the fire circle Tenjin pointed a finger at it with a sigh and a small stream of fire shot forth and caught quickly on the dry wood. He took a pull from his waterskin and sat down on a small log after he dragged it over.

The boy starred into the fire wondering how things were at the village and thinking about food. He at last munched on some veggies that he had brought with him and filled his belly before he grabbed his dagger and threw it at a tree for a while. His parents would disapprove if they saw him with it, but he was pretty sure it would be okay for now, as long as he didn’t hurt himself. If he got a scar they would never let him have it again and that would not be awesome at all. The boy eventually put the dagger down next to himself and pulled out a stack of cards the merchants had given him when he was in their caravan and began a long game of solitaire.

Just as he was setting up another game his fire started to die down and he threw more sticks on it and gave it a small burst of flame just to keep it going. He hoped things would get exciting eventually, or he could find a traveling partner. He had no idea which direction home was, but he hoped it was somewhere nearby. He missed his friends. With another sigh of boredom he threw the cards back into his pack and lay down on the ground staring up at the sky and humming a few songs that he knew, and parts of ones he had forgotten all the while listening to the sounds around him, waiting to hear for the mans arrival.

[izuki]

Fujikaki Izuki was hiding in the shadows of a tree, along the path that led to Chameleon Bay. He was supposed to meet a man there whom he was supposed to duel. And so, he waited in near the path. Presently, a boy came along and made camp on the side of the road, who started to eat some jerky and play with a dagger. He then put it up, and leaned back.

The sun set. The boy fell asleep. Slinking out from the shadows, Izuki crept up to the boys camp site, riffling through his stuff as to some clue as to where he was. He noticed the make was of Ba Sing Se. Confused as to what the boy was, he accidentally tripped over a rock, letting out a yelp as he fell. Growling, he back flipped, unsheathing his emerald sword, pads falling out, and got into a battle stance.

[Varoen]

Tenjin began to doze off as he waited for the man to show up, thinking about whatever came to mind. He landed into a dream world not to different from his own where he was still intensely bored, only this time he was riding an ostrich horse. He suddenly fell and hit the dirt as he awoke, rolling off of his log and finding an intruder in his camp. Tenjin jumped to his feet producing a ball of flame in his hand to illuminate the darkness “Who are you?” Ten tried to sound demanding and forceful in the face of the stranger, but being eight years old, scared, and not yet having hit puberty, well he was about as intimidating as a kitten. He liked to the think that the fire he held produced a nice scary backdrop against his face with the shadows dancing across and whatnot, “Maybe it evens out” He thought optimistically.

Tenjin jumped to his feet and sheathed his dagger like he’d been taught as he did. Moving a few feet to his right and back he got a good look at the person in his camp and finally came to a conclusion “Hey are you the guy I’m supposed to be meeting?” He focused on his breathing for a second and brought the flame between his palms and concentrated pulling it apart like his dad had taught him into a sheet of fire in front of him, creating more light in the area “I’m Tenjin! And if you are the guy then why did you wait so long to come out?” He thought for a second about why else this man would be here for him, “But if you aren’t the person I’m supposed to meet, then why are you going through my stuff? That’s not very nice you know!” Tenjin huffed in frustration at this man. Regardless of if he was the person he was looking for, going through his things without asking wasn’t a very nice thing to do.

Taking a ready stance Tenjin glared at the person “Mommy and Daddy always said it wasn’t nice to take other peoples things without asking and that it was called stealing. So don’t do it mister!” He positioned his feet, hoping this man would want to play, even if he did want to take his things. Tenjin could forgive that; he just hoped this man knew how to play fireball. He pulled the sheet of fire into two pieces in his hands and created a perfect orb hovering in each palm and with a smile he wound his arm back and quickly threw one to the stranger “Catch!” He yelled happily.

[izuki]

Izuki blinked. Fastly. And many times. This kid ... he was ... different. Apparently trying to be intimidating, he had produced a flame and held it to his face, trying to make a fierce atmosphere; in reality, it just made him look pale. Coupled with his high and pitchy voice, the young boy looked like a particularly young ghost. However, this boy did have guts; most people, when they say him, were shocked silly; they always thought he was intimidating or something. "You're right ... I am who you are supposed to meet. And that's something you are going to learn." Hearing his next comment, he laughed slightly. "I never claimed to be nice."

Suddenly, the slight grin was wiped from his face as the boy threw a fireball at him. Gasping, he ducked, feeling the heat singe his eyebrows and dissipate on the ground. Growling, he snapped his arms; two throwing knives flew to his hands. He threw downwards, aiming towards the toe of his hiking boots. Rushing forwards, he flipped, drawing his sword in the process. The emerald green blade glinting with the light of the moon, he pointed it dramatically at the boy. He hissed, "What the hell do you think you're doing?! I don't firebend! I can't even Waterbend!" The mark of courage glinted on his forehead, and the tail of a dragon could be seen on both hands, tattooed.