[People in Neon City might notice that down close to the industrial district (aka that area right before Junk City border that actually has businesses and a population), there is a very noticeable plume of smoke and flames coming up from one of the buildings there. It's sizable enough that there's quite a bit of smoke settling over the near by areas.

And on the network? The source of that fire.

Well, the once-owner of what is now burning down at least. The reason for the fire is long gone, leaving one very upset looking teen in her wake. It's hard to tell how close he is to the proximity of the fire, but it's clear he's still in the area by the smoke and the orange glow behind him. He's not IN the building anymore, thankfully.

He's covered in soot, clothes burned in patches, a very nasty looking wound on the arm that's holding his D-Comm and his chin length hair loose from the usual ponytail he wears it in.

His partner is on his shoulder, looking remorseful and being strangely quiet for once.]

I--... Azula... she--...

[He trails off, not really sure what to say. He rubs at his face with his uninjured hand, smearing the soot even worse around his eyes and cheeks.]

I think I need help...