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tushanshu_logs2013-03-04 04:33 pm
amonfire) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-03-04 04:33 pm
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Characters: Amon and YOU!
Date: Late noon of March. 4th
Location: Free clinic in the Earth Sector, general area.
Situation: Amon making an effort to not act like Amon and circumstance throwing the attempt back in his face. You just can't take the terrorist out of the man.
Warnings/Rating: Potential for violence and aangst Likewise high risk of puns.
[ In the following few weeks after his unconventional return had become an accepted fact did Amon begin to consider integrating himself into what passed for normal society on Keeliai. There was no denying his old prejudices and mistrust of the general population were ever present. Yet Amon had kept to rumination rather than action and kept others in cold regard. There was little to be won in brash action other than a quick failure and quicker reprimand.
So while he possessed the capacity for violence with no small amount of ambition to create conflict he allowed more pragmatic endeavours to take precedence. It helped that there was no war for him here; no named enemy other than his own listlessness that had begun to eat away at his motivation. And yes, the irony that he was the only bender here was not lost on him.
What had kept him on his feet was the need for a livelihood; which he eventually found in a free clinic in the Earth Sector. Coming from a prodigious line of waterbenders and as someone with extensive knowledge of human anatomy had given him a leg up in his new position even if he rarely, and to his likening, if ever needed to use bloodbending or water healing. Most of his skills were field grade but he had an aptitude for being a healer; himself having tried becoming one in his youth after leaving home only to find it could be applied elsewhere. Namely manipulating the human body and severing the lines of chi that accounted for bending. Not that his over-specialized skill set that won him so much infamy in Republic City would do him any goo here; Amon had to adapt and this clinic was where he eventually found himself for the time being.
The kedan didn't own the clinic; Amon had come to understand it was a branch of Wayne Enterprises catering to both foreigners and kedan who couldn't afford proper healthcare. And even he would admit it was a peaceful profession that offered the chance to keep his head down and under the radar. Most who came thought didn't even mention the mask he was almost never without, thinking it some eccentric choice and nothing more. At least, for a short while.
Never living statically for long, conflict finally arose in earnest sometime that afternoon. Amon had been seeing to a kedan woman who could have passed for normal human save for her faceted red eyes and pearl-coloured skin. A subtle and unavoidable application of bloodbending alleviated problems with her arthritis. When the woman regained her footing Amon was seeing her out safely when the trouble started.
A kedan man with severe, human features and impossibly tall rounded on Amon before he went back into the clinic. Somehow this man knew him, and what he was; apparently word after Tarrlok exposed him spread overtime and into more ears than just the foreigners. An off-duty police officer he picked up somewhere in the midst of this man's vitriolic tirade about foreigners plotting this and foreigners scheming that. It was all very fascinating as it was racist until the man had it in his head to grab Amon tight by the shoulder and start making nebulous threats on both his life, and any place of business owned by these shit-eating foreigners. The man took one swing at Amon when the latter didn't respond that connected with the exposed part of his face, but when he made to hit Amon again...
The kedan hit the sandstone street before he could blink. Amon hauled him back up on his knees where he held him there with one hand gripped the side of the man's face. Amon started to beat the side of the man's face and jaw in and all without a word or sign of emotion. Amon's grip slackened but the kedan couldn't move; his eyes wide and nostrils flaring like a frightened animal with blood pouring down the side of his face. Tired of his fear, Amon then pressed into his blood with a thumb against the kedan's temple; very gentle and hardly a touch at all to an onlooker. What must have been the worst migraine imaginable tore a howl of pain from the man before he crumbled into an unconscious, bloody heap in the middle of the street when enough oxygen at been cut off from his brain.
A wave of murmurs was heard in the crowd that had gathered around this altercation. Amon paid them no mind and left the man where he fell before starting back to the clinic. If some kedan saw fit to threaten and abuse those they saw beneath them, Amon would be more than happy to return the favour with fear. ]
Date: Late noon of March. 4th
Location: Free clinic in the Earth Sector, general area.
Situation: Amon making an effort to not act like Amon and circumstance throwing the attempt back in his face. You just can't take the terrorist out of the man.
Warnings/Rating: Potential for violence and aangst Likewise high risk of puns.
[ In the following few weeks after his unconventional return had become an accepted fact did Amon begin to consider integrating himself into what passed for normal society on Keeliai. There was no denying his old prejudices and mistrust of the general population were ever present. Yet Amon had kept to rumination rather than action and kept others in cold regard. There was little to be won in brash action other than a quick failure and quicker reprimand.
So while he possessed the capacity for violence with no small amount of ambition to create conflict he allowed more pragmatic endeavours to take precedence. It helped that there was no war for him here; no named enemy other than his own listlessness that had begun to eat away at his motivation. And yes, the irony that he was the only bender here was not lost on him.
What had kept him on his feet was the need for a livelihood; which he eventually found in a free clinic in the Earth Sector. Coming from a prodigious line of waterbenders and as someone with extensive knowledge of human anatomy had given him a leg up in his new position even if he rarely, and to his likening, if ever needed to use bloodbending or water healing. Most of his skills were field grade but he had an aptitude for being a healer; himself having tried becoming one in his youth after leaving home only to find it could be applied elsewhere. Namely manipulating the human body and severing the lines of chi that accounted for bending. Not that his over-specialized skill set that won him so much infamy in Republic City would do him any goo here; Amon had to adapt and this clinic was where he eventually found himself for the time being.
The kedan didn't own the clinic; Amon had come to understand it was a branch of Wayne Enterprises catering to both foreigners and kedan who couldn't afford proper healthcare. And even he would admit it was a peaceful profession that offered the chance to keep his head down and under the radar. Most who came thought didn't even mention the mask he was almost never without, thinking it some eccentric choice and nothing more. At least, for a short while.
Never living statically for long, conflict finally arose in earnest sometime that afternoon. Amon had been seeing to a kedan woman who could have passed for normal human save for her faceted red eyes and pearl-coloured skin. A subtle and unavoidable application of bloodbending alleviated problems with her arthritis. When the woman regained her footing Amon was seeing her out safely when the trouble started.
A kedan man with severe, human features and impossibly tall rounded on Amon before he went back into the clinic. Somehow this man knew him, and what he was; apparently word after Tarrlok exposed him spread overtime and into more ears than just the foreigners. An off-duty police officer he picked up somewhere in the midst of this man's vitriolic tirade about foreigners plotting this and foreigners scheming that. It was all very fascinating as it was racist until the man had it in his head to grab Amon tight by the shoulder and start making nebulous threats on both his life, and any place of business owned by these shit-eating foreigners. The man took one swing at Amon when the latter didn't respond that connected with the exposed part of his face, but when he made to hit Amon again...
The kedan hit the sandstone street before he could blink. Amon hauled him back up on his knees where he held him there with one hand gripped the side of the man's face. Amon started to beat the side of the man's face and jaw in and all without a word or sign of emotion. Amon's grip slackened but the kedan couldn't move; his eyes wide and nostrils flaring like a frightened animal with blood pouring down the side of his face. Tired of his fear, Amon then pressed into his blood with a thumb against the kedan's temple; very gentle and hardly a touch at all to an onlooker. What must have been the worst migraine imaginable tore a howl of pain from the man before he crumbled into an unconscious, bloody heap in the middle of the street when enough oxygen at been cut off from his brain.
A wave of murmurs was heard in the crowd that had gathered around this altercation. Amon paid them no mind and left the man where he fell before starting back to the clinic. If some kedan saw fit to threaten and abuse those they saw beneath them, Amon would be more than happy to return the favour with fear. ]