What happened next seemed to come on so fast that Beckett barely registered any of it. But she saw someone she didn't know arrive at the scene, send a blast of fire at her father, and then kick him fiercely.
She just sat there unmoving and momentarily stunned by the sudden intervention. But then the person who'd intervened grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet.
"Who are you?" She couldn't help but sound dazed, her eyes still on her father. Except then, the scene shifted and changed, and suddenly her father was no longer there... meaning the entire thing was a nightmare.
Beckett clenched her fists together, angered by the realization that she'd been toyed with a second time. But it didn't seem like now was the best time to be angry, so Beckett simply crossed her arms (which were still shaking a bit from the frightening experience of being attacked by her own father), and asked, "So what are we supposed to be doing?" A simple question, perhaps, but she wanted an answer.
Beckett knew what the Nightmare King was (it was kind of hard not to, what with recent events...) but she didn't know what an Avatar was and why Zuko was looking for one. It didn't matter to her either way.
If it was important, then she'd help him look, but other than that, her opinion was strictly neutral. "Yeah, I'm coming. And thanks for your help."
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She just sat there unmoving and momentarily stunned by the sudden intervention. But then the person who'd intervened grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet.
"Who are you?" She couldn't help but sound dazed, her eyes still on her father. Except then, the scene shifted and changed, and suddenly her father was no longer there... meaning the entire thing was a nightmare.
Beckett clenched her fists together, angered by the realization that she'd been toyed with a second time. But it didn't seem like now was the best time to be angry, so Beckett simply crossed her arms (which were still shaking a bit from the frightening experience of being attacked by her own father), and asked, "So what are we supposed to be doing?" A simple question, perhaps, but she wanted an answer.
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The boy looks at her as the illusion of the child disappears. He's calm. Simple questions are all right by him. He's got some simple answers to give.
"You coming?"
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If it was important, then she'd help him look, but other than that, her opinion was strictly neutral. "Yeah, I'm coming. And thanks for your help."
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From the sound of his voice, he means it. Zuko is not the talk-things-out type.
"What's your name?"