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tushanshu_logs2015-01-14 10:32 pm
12goingon113) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-01-14 10:32 pm
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Better nate than lever
Characters: Aang and...you?
Date: *cough*January*cough*
Location: Outskirts of the Metal Sector
Situation: Aang has just arrived, his memory is a bit fuzzy.
Warnings/Rating: None yet, but we'll keep you posted
"Tell me, then. What are the terms of your agreement?" he asked the other Avatar seated across the table from him. Not just any other Avatar, but Yang Chen the Air Nomad that had preceded him in the cycle.
"First," she started to respond, but was cut short when the earth beneath them moved. No, that wasn't right. It didn't move, it jolted. And not like any earthquake that Aang had ever felt before. Something was wrong. Very very wrong, and he didn't need Yang Chen's expression to tell him so.
There was a loud crack and then....everything around Aang went white.
Something had pulled him from the Spirit World and thrown him back into his body...hard.
His eyes hurt as he opened them, the light of day blinding his vision until he adjusted. The ground...wait, why was there light of day at all? He was in a restaurant with the Air Acolytes. Why ground? Where were the floorboards?
Aang's mind reeled. None of this was right. His first attempt at sitting up resulted in a wave of nausea that kept him down for another ten count. Steeling his resolve, as well as his stomach, he finally managed to sit, and then eventually stand.
The world around him was not the one he started from. This wasn't the town or the refinery.
Maybe this was a glimpse of the future?
"Yang Chen?" he called to no one in particular...
Date: *cough*January*cough*
Location: Outskirts of the Metal Sector
Situation: Aang has just arrived, his memory is a bit fuzzy.
Warnings/Rating: None yet, but we'll keep you posted
"Tell me, then. What are the terms of your agreement?" he asked the other Avatar seated across the table from him. Not just any other Avatar, but Yang Chen the Air Nomad that had preceded him in the cycle.
"First," she started to respond, but was cut short when the earth beneath them moved. No, that wasn't right. It didn't move, it jolted. And not like any earthquake that Aang had ever felt before. Something was wrong. Very very wrong, and he didn't need Yang Chen's expression to tell him so.
There was a loud crack and then....everything around Aang went white.
Something had pulled him from the Spirit World and thrown him back into his body...hard.
His eyes hurt as he opened them, the light of day blinding his vision until he adjusted. The ground...wait, why was there light of day at all? He was in a restaurant with the Air Acolytes. Why ground? Where were the floorboards?
Aang's mind reeled. None of this was right. His first attempt at sitting up resulted in a wave of nausea that kept him down for another ten count. Steeling his resolve, as well as his stomach, he finally managed to sit, and then eventually stand.
The world around him was not the one he started from. This wasn't the town or the refinery.
Maybe this was a glimpse of the future?
"Yang Chen?" he called to no one in particular...
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The first time the boy sat up, she would have thought little more of it...except then he went right back down again. And stayed down for several seconds. Watching him rise to his feet was telling. He must have been either sick or injured.
"Whoever that is, they're not here." She approached cautiously, keeping her distance and her voice soft. "Are you alright?"
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He looks...different from the last time she'd seen him. He's taller, and his shoulders have broadened. Gone also are the initiate robes of an airbender in training, replaced instead with a sash that leaves his right shoulder uncovered.
Aang searches her face. There's something familiar about her, but he can't place his finger on what that is...
"I think so? I don't...maybe?"
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She also looked concerned. Are you alright? A simple question, and the boy couldn't even answer.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Her eyes immediately traveled upward, scanning his smooth head for any signs of an injury. A bump or bruise. "Head injuries can affect the memory. Did you hit your head at all?"
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"Only when I tried to get up. I...I think I was, no I was. I'd connected with one of my past lives and then there was an earthquake.
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"I...don't know what that means." The earthquake part, she would have better understood, had it not been for one glaring fact: "I didn't feel any earthquake."
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Can there even be spirit quakes?
Aang isn't so sure.
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"I didn't feel anything. I only looked over, and saw you laying on the ground." Head injury was still on the list, even thought she couldn't see a single mark on him. "We should get you to a clinic. If you're having hallucinations, a doctor should look at you."
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She'd had a conversation vaguely similar to this one in the past. Quite possibly even with the same boy.
"Going between the worlds is what we all do." Technically speaking. "Here...and the Dreaming Realm. It's the reason we were brought here in the first place."
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"Have I been here before? Because... it kind of feels like I've been here before."
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This was...a first. Usually, people either remembered, or they didn't. There was little uncertainty in that department.
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It seemed to him so long ago. Long ago and in a fog that's only just now starting to hint at lifting.
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Midii bit her lip, wondering if she was pushing some unseen head injury too far. Cautiously, so as not to alarm him, she shifted her weight and took a seat nearby.
"Try not to think about it to hard. Focus on what you do remember."
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Here he gives her a playful smirk.s
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She tried not to smirk back. That would only encourage him, and this was serious.
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It's too late, he's seen her fight the smile.
There's no NOT encouraging him now.
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(Rude.)
"No, this is Keelai. The realm of Dreaming is...somewhere else."
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"Keelai," he repeats, and as he does so a thread of memory loosens.
"On the back of turtle!"
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"You do remember." Or was starting to. That...was fast. Maybe all he'd needed was a few minutes to job his own memory.
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Always one to go for the most literal response first. Given that she knew telepathy was a thing that existed in Keelai.
"Who is it? Do you recognize the voice?"
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"They aren't actual voice, just conflicting memories."
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But once he confirmed that he hadn't meant things literally, Midii leaned back and took a moment to think. Conflicting memories. Those of an existence in his home world, never having visited in Keelai...versus those of his time in Keelai, taken away from his home world.
"I...still don't understand how that can happen. How we can all be in two places at once."
Clones or replacements, she could understand. Even time standing still, because there was no paradox there. But simultaneously existence? Even Schrödinger would have had a hard time buying it at face value.
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Because...that's a thing he can sort of do.
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Astral made her think of Asti. The times when he had projected himself into the minds and dreams of others. Was it similar?
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