[ Closed; If you can read this the bender fell off ]

[amonfire]

Characters: Amon and Asami Sato
Date: After the storm.
Location: Fire Sector
Situation: Amon continues to be a lying asshole hellbent on stalking his brother; Asami continues to start conversations with traffic accidents.
Warnings/Rating: None.

[ Tarrlok's rekindled fixation in sticking his hands in every minutiae of the turtle's daily political affairs was as expected as it was problematic. His little brother might have been popular in the political arena back home, but the reception his inflated head had gotten with those here was cause for concern. That ambition of his was a beacon bound to attract trouble.

It was for those reasons that when the storm passed, Amon found himself regularly biking out to the Fire Sector. Routinely checking in to shadow his brother's day-to-day activity was how Amon had always shown his more protective nature. It was a miracle that Tarrlok never once questioned why a Councilman could just traipse through the city safely, or why any threats sent his way never got too close. Ignorance was bliss.

Amon had rolled into the heart of the sector after an hour of fruitless attempts to find Tarrlok. It was entirely possible that he wasn't even out today, or not in the sector at all. Undeterred, Amon then decided it would be best to hoof the last leg of his patrol. He chained his rented bike outside one of the public parks before crossing into the street.

Never found anything by just sitting around and expecting it to just run in to you. ]

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[stickshift]

[Weathering the storm outside of town was interesting, to say the least. Getting to spend time with Cassandra and Steph was great, and fixing the car afterwards was... an adventure (or something like it) but getting back in the city where she was needed felt good too.

Which is why she was on her bike, heading for Korra's place in the Water sector. She knew that the Avatar, of all people, would be fine in a storm, but she still wanted to check on her and the two of them would be able to do a lot more good for the clean-up effort than they could by themselves.

The streets of the Fire sector were almost as familiar now as the ones in Republic City, and she knew them like... well the back of her hand. However, that knowledge didn't account for the storm debris littered across the street, and though she dodges most of it quite handily (bikes are great for mobility) she certainly wasn't expecting to round a corner and find half of one bioluminescent street-sign blocking the road at about waist-height. She slammed on her brakes, controlled the inevitable slide as best she could, but the front wheel hit a pothole and she (and the bike) hit the sign.

She actually wasn't sure what happened next, beyond trying instinctively to go limp for the inevitable fall.

From there it was all scrapes and bruises and one very sore ego. She must have hit her head, because when she put her gloved fingers against her cheek they came away slick with blood.]