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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...

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Enjolras had gone out the door to the Metal Sector and been making his way through it, somewhat idiotically, actually, in the hopes of gaining information, a notepad and pen in hand. And that was when he noticed someone who looked actually incredibly lost just now.

The name that he was calling seemed...at least similar to names Sokka had mentioned, and though that didn't mean very much one way or another, perhaps if he was not from the same place, Sokka could help him in terms of languages or...something. At any rate, he calmly stepped towards the young man.

"I've not met anyone here by that name just yet." He answered. "But then, things here do move quickly. Are you new, by chance?"

Aang quickly turned towards the voice. His eyes darted around as he tried to quickly make sense of all that was going on around him.

"I don't know, maybe? Where is...here?"

"Ah, well. This city is called Keeliai, and we are...actually, we are on the back of a giant turtle." Enjolras always wondered how one could believe these explanations so easily when giving them was somewhat odd to begin with. "That...likely sounds a little strange."

But maybe not. Maybe others came from worlds where animals carried landmasses on their backs, one never knew, right?

"The back...of a turtle? Like...a turtle-turtle?"
Because that does sound strange. Strange and yet, eerily familiar.

Why would turtle-turtles seem familiar...

"Exactly. Tu-Vishan to be precise." Enjolras adds a few descriptors in, thinking it sounds rather like the question was being asked as a way to familiarize himself with something he remembers. At least, he hopes that might be the case.

Aang listens with rapt attention, his expression growing increasingly confused with every added descriptor.

It's all so familiar, and yet...the memories don't make a straight line.

"Is it...possible that I could have been here before? Because...I feel like this isn't the first time I've heard this. Or...or Maybe: Do the names Kyoshi, Roku or Kuruk sound familiar?"

"It is, actually. That...happened to me, before the war really started, I am told. I did not remember it when I returned here. but it's happened. There are also some who've come back here who do not remember. I haven't met anyone like that yet, but I've heard of it. Maybe the memories will come back in time. For now, I can help you find somewhere to stay"

Enjolras realizes, as he answer that first question that what little he knows of his time before he REMEMBERS coming to the turtle, has all been found on the network. It's odd to have those moments of his life he can't recall and he sympathizes with the boy in front of him.

"Actually, they do not sound so familiar. Vaguely...as if someone's mentioned them, once or twice but certainly no one that I know or have met."

His second answer deflates Aang a bit as it dashes his hopes while also squashing them.

"May....maybe. I don't...wait, is there water here? Like a whole section that's nothing but water?"

"Ah, yes the water sector?" Enjolras feels himself perking up as he asks. It's becoming clear that he must remember SOMETHING, and so it's very possible that it will not be so hard for Aang to meet his friends here, after all.

"We certainly do have that."

"You do?! Because, I...I remember that. With lots of canals and fountains, but not frozen like the Water Tribes."

"Water tribes...where have I...you're one of Sokka's friends I have not met?" Enjolras feels better about being able to help already. At least his mind goes to Sokka first, even though he knows there are several generations of 'benders and avatars, and their friends here. "I can certainly point you in the direction of the Water Sector and toward anyone else who can help, though I must tell you...most of the places that we lived in before are gone. We've been staying at the hotel, all of us who are here now. I can certainly walk you there."

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