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tushanshu_logs2015-04-08 08:20 pm
12goingon113) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-04-08 08:20 pm
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Characters: Aang, Katara...and you?
Date: Mid-April
Location: The Midnight Hotel
Situation: Aang returns home post mugging.
Warnings/Rating:
Times were tough, and they only seemed to be getting tougher.
Day after day Aang returned to the construction site to help with the new development. Waterbending the sopping land dry, earthbending levees, firebending to cure bricks, airbending whenever possible to get from place to place quickly as needed.
It was some of the most grueling training he'd endured since before the end of The War.
To make matters worse, the ever dwindling supply of produce and grain meant there was less food to go around, with the lack of variety hitting those with dietary restrictions, like Aang, hardest. Of course even when there was food for him, he never ate it all, opting instead to share what little he had with those whose bowls he believed should've been a bit more full.
That's just his way.
Helping people is his duty, and he will not be negligent in his duties...never again.
Which is why when the middle-aged kedan woman comes to him seeking help he doesn't hesitate, he doesn't question. As he follows her she tells him of the strange animal currently wreaking havoc in her home. And please, won't he please help.
Only when he enters the house...there is no animal.
There isn't much of anything really. No animal, no furniture, no nothing. It's not until he tries to turn towards her to ask her what's going on that he realizes he can't move.
At all.
He's utterly paralyzed.
His mind races as panic sets in.
No he wants to protest, to scream, but can't.
There's not even time to focus in an attempt to call forth the Avatar State, because in seconds she's on him, rifling through his robes in search of something, anything.
His wages for the day.
The woven necklace he'd been working on.
The several decorative stones that he'd been planing to make meditation beads out of.
And then finally...his soul gem.
There's a clatter as the previous items fall to the floor in favor of stripping this one, singular item from him.
As quickly as the attack had begun, it's over. He hears her whisper something of an apology just before she exits the house, closing the door behind her.
Leaving him alone, still unable to move.
Date: Mid-April
Location: The Midnight Hotel
Situation: Aang returns home post mugging.
Warnings/Rating:
Times were tough, and they only seemed to be getting tougher.
Day after day Aang returned to the construction site to help with the new development. Waterbending the sopping land dry, earthbending levees, firebending to cure bricks, airbending whenever possible to get from place to place quickly as needed.
It was some of the most grueling training he'd endured since before the end of The War.
To make matters worse, the ever dwindling supply of produce and grain meant there was less food to go around, with the lack of variety hitting those with dietary restrictions, like Aang, hardest. Of course even when there was food for him, he never ate it all, opting instead to share what little he had with those whose bowls he believed should've been a bit more full.
That's just his way.
Helping people is his duty, and he will not be negligent in his duties...never again.
Which is why when the middle-aged kedan woman comes to him seeking help he doesn't hesitate, he doesn't question. As he follows her she tells him of the strange animal currently wreaking havoc in her home. And please, won't he please help.
Only when he enters the house...there is no animal.
There isn't much of anything really. No animal, no furniture, no nothing. It's not until he tries to turn towards her to ask her what's going on that he realizes he can't move.
At all.
He's utterly paralyzed.
His mind races as panic sets in.
No he wants to protest, to scream, but can't.
There's not even time to focus in an attempt to call forth the Avatar State, because in seconds she's on him, rifling through his robes in search of something, anything.
His wages for the day.
The woven necklace he'd been working on.
The several decorative stones that he'd been planing to make meditation beads out of.
And then finally...his soul gem.
There's a clatter as the previous items fall to the floor in favor of stripping this one, singular item from him.
As quickly as the attack had begun, it's over. He hears her whisper something of an apology just before she exits the house, closing the door behind her.
Leaving him alone, still unable to move.
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This soul gem business had him concerned. Iroh knew enough about spiritual matters to know that things could quickly get bad.
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"My bad days tend to be badder than most."
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