Good advice is something a man gives when he is too old to set a bad example.

[whitelotustile]

Characters: Iroh, various Avatar cast members, and you!
Date: November 8-10 (but totally open to backdating)
Location: Jasmine Dragon Tea Shop
Situation: War councils and tea
Warnings/Rating: None

{Iroh had a back room in his shop. Officially he could rent it for private gatherings, and that's what he said it was for when asked. On the other hand, he'd known there was trouble brewing, and a room away from a console and for his use only was convenient.]

[Iroh had dragged most of the tables to the center, and put down maps and paper and quills. His Pai Sho tiles served as various markers. He'd also written as many notes as he could recall.]

[There was tea off to the side. Of course. And snacks.]

[Meanwhile, Iroh was keeping an eye on the front of the store as well. It looked bad if he closed, and it let him intercept any Foreigners who might be more interested in strategy than tea.]

Comments

[whitelotustile]

That would be appreciated. I've only met one or two people who can read our writing.

[alphatar]

Sure. If a seven year old can teach me English, I’m pretty sure I can teach it to you. I’ve met a few who could understand it, but they’re all gone now except for one.

[Her eyes wandered from her tea to the tables.]

You, probably know a lot about what’s going on I’m guessing.

[Her confidence wasn’t there, she was more lost now than ever.]

[whitelotustile]

I've been doing a lot of listening. Though I've had my attention a bit divided recently.

[General Iroh knew that the only long-term safety for any of them was in winning, but Uncle Iroh knew his nephew had been harmed and needed care. And Uncle Iroh has plenty of ammunition from the past against the General.]

[alphatar]

I think I know what you mean. [Between grief over Eshai's death with the other turtles, losing her father, and Malicant's possession of Asti; Korra's fairly scattered.]

I don't know how anyone can live in this place their entire life.

...I miss home.

[whitelotustile]

I suspect they can, because their families and friends are here; this is their home. And that we have come at an exceptional time.

[In other words, it's not so bad when you lose two Emperors in a year and cultists with poisoned weapons roam the streets.]

[alphatar]

That’s certainly one way to put it. [Not that she could really fault the kedan, they’ve swayed back and forth on their regard to the foreigners simply because it’s their home.]

I guess I just need to figure out how to help them. [Instead of wallow in her own personal problems and feelings. Not that it would be easy.]

[whitelotustile]

Well, at the moment, there seems to be a rather large number of cultists on the street.

[alphatar]

Tell me about it. Those yahoos are everywhere and don't take a hint.

[But,]

Unless the hint's a rock.

[whitelotustile]

Theya re very devoted

[alphatar]

And annoying. [She sipped her tea and set it down next to the teapot.]

So what's the battle plan, General? [Said with a smirk because she'd be addressing Zuko's grandson in exactly the same manner.]

[whitelotustile]

So far, it's looking like we'll need to act directly and seek out our enemy. Which means finding what we can beneath the shell of this turtle.

[alphatar]

I've only been underneath it once, but it wasn't too deep. Is there any place to get under the shell?

[whitelotustile]

Others have mapped it. And there is the Palace.

[alphatar]

Yeah, I- don’t really hang out the palace that much. But if having an Avatar there helps, I’ll do what I can.

[whitelotustile]

That's all any of us can do. What we can.