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  <title>Zuko, (Former) Prince of the Fire Nation</title>
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  <updated>2008-05-19T14:24:36Z</updated>
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    <title>notanotherrufio @ 2008-05-19T10:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-19T14:24:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Aang, are you all right?  I keep hearing about murders on campus...I'm getting worried...</content>
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    <title>Shenanigans (Open to all)</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T23:50:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T23:50:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Zuko was just on his way to meet up with Aang when suddenly all the Gilliams around campus went berserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watched in amazement as the classrooms were covered in strange graffiti, the sidewalks were filled with tiny bouncing robots, and screens everywhere showed disturbing smiling faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something inside him broke as the thing he considered the last bastion of sanity on this campus suddenly went completely insane.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notanotherrufio:990</id>
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    <title>Latent Pain (RP log, open to all)</title>
    <published>2008-02-06T04:31:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T04:40:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Zuko walked out of his room after writing his last post to Aang's journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts were on that day at the North Pole.  On the fight with Katara...kidnapping Aang...and on Zhao's death.  He felt guilty for all of it.  If he hadn't been there, Aang might have been able to stop Zhao before anything had happened.  Perhaps Zuko wouldn't have had to watch Zhao die as the admiral refused the prince's extended hand.  It was so infuriating that he'd created that situation...that maybe everything, and everyone, would've been okay if he wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his mind wondered, his anger grew.  His footsteps took him to the rooftop of his dorm building.  He noticed it was sunset, but the beautiful view did nothing for his mood.  He took only a moment to make certain that no one was around...and then unleashed his frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouted as towers of blue fire rose up around him, basking the rooftop in so much heat that the stone turned black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood breathing heavily afterward, hoping that blue-haired jackass didn't show back up.  He was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; in the mood for it right now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:notanotherrufio:633</id>
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    <title>Martial Arts Practice (RP log, open to all)</title>
    <published>2008-02-04T01:52:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Zuko found the new martial arts styles to be both intriguing and challenging at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Aang's airbending style, called "Ba Gua" at the University, was one of the toughest yet.&amp;nbsp; It required him to dodge and weave, instead of blocking and aggressively pushing the opponent backward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood on the roof of a building, practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he got a new idea.&amp;nbsp; As he practiced Ba Gua's movements, he mixed them with his own firebending style, resulting in flames that spun wildly as they projected from his hands and feet.&amp;nbsp; Zuko couldn't help but think they moved almost like the air did when Aang was airbending.</content>
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