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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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"It's beautiful." The snow, not Suki or the Fire Nation.
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She dares half a glance at him, before following his gaze. "It--" Her shoulders sink again. It was. It reminded her of home, and suddenly, she wondered if there was any way to coat the turtle with it. "Yeah, it is," she agrees, lifting the water she had taken from their clothes into the trees to join what was already there. "... how's dad?"
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"The Kyoshi Warriors are acting as the...uh...Fire Lord's personal body guards. The number of people who still support Ozai isn't as big as it used to be, but...they're still there."
Aang feels better when he reminds himself that even if he had killed Ozai, there would still be people in the Fire Nation resistant to Zuko's rule...they'd just be supporting Azula rather than Ozai.
He shakes his head in an attempt to free his mind from such thoughts, it's then that he decides he's going to try and learn this snowbending that Katara's doing.
"He's good. Back in the Southern Tribe rebuilding. Pakku's there full time now, too."
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She blinks, forgetting all thoughts of her father and the water tribe for just a moment. If Aang had defeated Ozai, then...Had Aang...
"Did you-- I mean... I know we won, but..."
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Did he kill the Fire Lord. He looks down and away, sighing quietly.
"I couldn't take his life. I just couldn't. It wouldn't have been right. But...I did take his bending."
Because...that's a thing he can do now.
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He chances a glance in her direction, wondering how she'll react in the here an now.
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The kind of grin that one flashes right before they dive into the bay to ride elephantkoi, or plans to ride hogmonkeys who don't want to be ridden.