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Zuko didn't plan to be kidnapped... He just kinda accidentally maybe used his fire in the fight against Jet? He was willing to use just the dao swords he stole from a customer, but Jet just had to twist them.
Zuko had already tried to escape, the only thing that got him was chains around his legs. Great job Zuko!
He tries to facepalm only to rustle the chains due to the tight wrap around his wrist, great, he's already talking to himself and chained up! Can it get any wor- He stops that train of thought, his father always taught him to think the worse of any situation. Of course it can get worse.
And right on cue, a rather sad looking man with too large robes walks through the door, two guards sharp on his heel.
"Hello Firebender, are you enjoying your stay? It's an exquisite place you've found yourself in, despite your sad state."
Zuko glares at him, noticing the sharp swords dangling off the belts of the guards. He can't imagine that they're any good at it with that horrible clanky armor.
"I would say we won't harm you but that would be a lie, and I'm sure you've heard many of those before. Haven't you, young prince?"
Zuko tenses, he didn't expect for this man to know he was the fire prince, with his quickly growing hair, so how... it must've been the scar! Zuko internally groans at his stupidity.
"I'll return tomorrow young prince, I have... urgent business to attend to." Sad Man stares at Zuko, his brows furrowed, before turning sharply on his heel, the guards following.
Zuko thinks over what the man said, harming him? What did they have planned? ...Well, it was a little obvious due to the man's words and the very sharp weapons on the table in the corner that Zuko curses himself for not seeing sooner.
Zuko tugs the chains that tightly wrap around his wrist, scowling when the action strains his shoulders. He decides to try his leg next, Zuko jerks his knee forward hearing the tight Clinnk! of the chain, he turns his head to see where the chain is attached to the wall, he almost growls when theres no difference.
Zuko finally takes the time to examine the almost cell he's in, the walls look.. damp? Like water had slowly been dripping through them, if he squints he can see some sort of moss or mold growing on it. The chains holding his wrists are attached to the ceiling, long enough so that he isn't suspended in air, at least he has that going for him.
The table on the left side of him, curse his bad eye, seems to have multiple weapons on it. Zuko considers if any of them are weapons he's familiar with that could be helpful for when he escapes. He swears there's a knife stabbed into the wood of the desk.
He shivers, it's painfully cold inside the cell and there's no sun peaking in, he can't even bend in here without it.. who is he kidding? The chains would have stopped him from bending even if he had the sun.
What would Azula do? Ha, Zuko knows that, she would trick the guard and rip his eyes out with her bare fingers with a grin, she would enjoy this situation and brag about it with Father.
Father... Angi, Father would be so disappointed in Zuko. Cutting his hair off? Probably another banishment. Going into Ba Sing Se with no desire to conquer it? A broken arm. Getting captured? Probably starvation.
Zuko wants to rub his hands into his face, Father would be so angry, and Mother wouldn't be there to protect him, the stupid weakling he is. He almost misses the palace compared to this stupid, cold, moldy (maybe? He's still debating that), bendingless place that Zuko found himself in.
Yeah, he really didn't plan to be kidnapped.