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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Dec 2, 2013 20:14:58 GMT -8
A pair of bodies lay in a vacant Dragon Flats tenement. One bleeds, the other smolders. With a bit of a strained grunt, a tripod was extended, and an unwieldy box camera was placed on top of it. Damned contraption was starting to get rusty. He'd have to invest in scrounging up another one from one of his more lenient pals on the beat. With a snap, lock, and a bop on the front of the box, the lens extended forth like the opposite end of an accordion. The truth was ready to be painted. Art was ready to be told. The subjects of his still-life did not disappoint. The bodies were about five feet apart, give or take, both sprawled and motionless. In the foreground, spread eagle on the dusty wooden floor, was a heavy man. The big lug was adorned in hastily thrown-together attire, all in corresponding shades of red. Agni Kai muscle, probably. A stiletto protruded from his belly, lodged deep. The blood that oozed from the stab wound mixed disappointingly well with his shirt and jacket, though the pool beneath him was a nice touch. The diamond in the rough was definitely the other - slumped against the open window, not a drop of blood stained his clothing, but the blackened cavity scorched through the center of his face left a sooty residue on his lap of ashen bone and tissue. The best leads were always the ones right under your nose. Or right off the subway. "I don't think you two can appreciate," Ace photographer Zhen Chen drawled. The flash of the camera was white and glossy. "the importance of what it is I'm doing here, fellas. The vital nature of this extraordinary endeavor, and the like. The greatest part of this job is being . . ." he trailed off, hands motioning at some invisible force for emphasis on his point. ". . . a vanguard of justice. Crime occurs every fifteen seconds in this city. You know how we got these stats? Guys like me. Out on the streets, raking up all the mud, collecting these stories, these . . . y'know, what's the word . . . vignettes? Let's go with vignettes." Another flash. Zhen's grin widened, impressed. "You guys sure do help put the 'caution' in cautionary tale, I'll give you that . . . beautiful. And, y'know, I make them aware, the people of this city. I let 'em know. And when they know what they deserve to know, they can go about their days, living their lives accordingly--" "--help"Zhen froze. His grin dropped like a bag of wet cement. His pale skin grew paler, somehow. The big guy with the knife in his guts just spoke. With a blink, the artist-in-motion asked the only thing that seemed appropriate at the present moment. "You say something, pal?" The big man wheezed feebly. Flecks of blood and phlegm dribbed in sprinkles from his dry mouth. Zhen blinked again. Maybe he could give it a minute, it happens every now and-- "--gotta . . . help . . .""Hey hey hey, buddy, keep it down," Zhen put out an open hand, his eyes darting to the open doorway. "You'll wake your friend." "--p-please"Zhen glanced back at the big guy. For a moment, his eyes flickered with contempt. It went away with another smile. The flash of the camera forced the big guy's dry eyes shut. Zhen emerged from behind the camera and tripod and the big guy wheezed something else and Zhen stood over him with that smile of his and the big guy spasmed and Zhen knelt down and stroked his hair and the big guy said help and Zhen wrapped his spindly white fingers around the stiletto and the big guy wheezed a little louder and shhhhh c'mon now bud it's gonna be okay, just gotta man-up pal, just gotta keep quiet, or the pigs will come back up and that badge only went for a couple of yuans and shhhh shhhh shhhhhhhhh and globby clot of fluid was stuck in his throat and the stab wound bled and the blood underneath him pooled and then his eyes went dark and then he didn't say anything else anymore. "Aaaaand we're done here," Zhen said. He wiped a bit of blood off on the sides of his pants and returned to his post behind his camera. One more should do the trick. And it most certainly did.
Three months after the events of the Equalist Uprising, Republic City slowly but surely recovers in its wake, returning to some sense of normalcy as the capital of the United Republic of Nations vies to recover its former glory. Much has happened since those dark times; the Republic City Council, due to its failure to 'represent the interests of the majority' (which mostly refers to its inability to prevent the Equalist Uprising in the first place), has made a final vote: to disband, and dissolve their offices of executive government in lieu of a more democratic Presidential process - the first of its kind. As the city struggles to reconstruct, tensions between benders and non-benders - as well as inter-bender struggles rearing their divisive heads again (the worst since the city's founding, some say) - boil just below the surface, and crime rates continue to climb as street gangs scramble for power and credibility. Even still, while the anti-bender Equalist movement was defeated by the Avatar, and its leader, Amon, discredited, their revolution lives on, turning to the underground and implementing less organized, more violent methods of fighting the good fight (well, their version, at least). Here's where you come in: you've found yourself in Republic City, one way or another; perhaps you've lived there your entire life, perhaps you've just hopped off the boat, looking for a fresh start. Perhaps you're a bender; perhaps you're not. Whatever path you choose to take, this is your story. (Yep . . . totally didn't have three more segments to this opening that actually involve our player characters. It's morning in Republic City, you're waking up or sleeping in or doing whatever you'd like.)
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 2, 2013 20:47:32 GMT -8
On the very edge of town by the coasts of Yue Bay sat a water processing plant. Well it used to be one. The plant has used to be a place where waterbenders worked around the clock to turn the salt water in the sea into fresh water for the city. It had been condemned almost 20 years earlier because of repeated safety infractions, and almost immedietely the Red Monsoon Triad took it over as their headquarters.
"Boss I was told to get you... GAH!"
The young waterbender immedietely slammed the door, of what used to be the main office of the plant supervisor, and was now the living quarters of the triad's leader. And the poor recruit had just saw more of his boss then he ever planned to see.
"She's going to kill me, oh god..." he muttered to himself. "How was I supposed to know she slept without her... GAH"
The door opened, and he looked up, "Tikaani I can-"
"Can I help you?" she asked coldly. She had thrown a robe on that was pretty much all she did after getting up... hair messy, no makeup... she almost looked normal. And that terrified the poor soul even more.
"You have a name don't you boy?" she asked.
"A-Anyu, ma'am. I'm so-"
"Why are you disturbing me?"
"...I was told to get you because you're usually up by now... they were worried something might of happened."
"Poor fools can't function a few hours while I try to catch up in sleep." she said dismisivly.
"Did... did you have trouble sleeping ma'am?"
"Is that any of your business boy?" she snapped, approaching him in a threatening way. Poor Anyu nearly had a heart attack as she reached out... and simply patted him on the shoulder.
"Last night was a full moon. You know what happens on a full moon right?"
"Uhh..."
"What is the source of waterbending?"
"Oh, so the full moon makes it better." Anyu said.
"Exactly. Perfect time to practice your bending, even if it interrupts your sleep schedule. Go tell whoever sent you to wait a few minutes. I'm sure you can handle that.
She shut the door, and sighed and looked around the room. She heard a squeaking noise and the rattling of a cage, containing a Fire Ferret.
"Good morning," she said to the creature. Its eyes grew wide and it ran to the other side of the cage as Tikaani opened it to pet the poor creature.
"Oh are you still scared from last night? Its okay. I'm not gonna harm you... until next month of course."
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Post by JW% on Dec 3, 2013 1:53:47 GMT -8
Jin walked through his hallway slowly flicking two fingers in time with each step. Each flick flipped one of his hourglasses upside down, allowing the hallway to mark time once more. It was a little morning ritual he had, the winding of his homes own clock. He paused only a moment after each step, holding his hand in place so that the hourglass stopped and remained in it's proper, now top heavy, position.
He walked past his studio, the glass sculpture he was working on half finished and surrounded by excruciatingly fine sand. He used the sand to polish and shape the glass. This one would be a lionturtle, or at least an artistic representation of one by a man who had never seen anything but stylized drawings of the creature. Still, it would make an impressive sculpture when it was done.
Jin flipped his monocle on it's chain and slipped it into the pocket of his waist coat for the moment as he left his house, grabbing up his walking stick with a glass knob and locking his door. He was going to have breakfast with one of his new business partners, and it would hardly do to keep them waiting for breakfast.
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Wakan had decided he had to be in the city at this point, for the third time. He was, infact, wrong again, but at least the buildings were getting taller and more tightly spaced. He still had some bridges to cross before he made it to the actual city, and as such he was more than suitably impressed at the size of it all. He had seen cities before, but this one seemed to dwarf his expectations. On his back were his few belongings as he journeyed seeking his enlightenment. The sparse breakfast he had managed to acquire from the hostel that had hosted him through the night sat lightly in his stomach, and fueled him well enough to finish walking into the city, looking every bit the rural tourist that he was.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 3, 2013 12:04:02 GMT -8
Shoo! Another arrow hit the wall.
Ikari sighed and pulled out her last arrow. After this one she'd have to retrieve them, and hope the already flimsy wall of their apartment didn't come out with them.
She felt bad vandalizing the apartment her brother had worked so hard to get them. But ever since the Equalist uprising, it had gotten almost impossible to do target practice in a public area. Non-bender weapons were now being viewed with suspicion. Only last month she had been shooting in what she thought was a secluded area... and she still had the police called on her. It was cleared up quickly and they let her go on her way, but still the police made Ikari very nervous.
It was one of those things that came with being Tikaani's child.
As the arrow soared and hit the wall opposite of her, she heard someone banging on the door.
"Come in its open!" she said as she got up. The lock was so terrible it didn't even work half the time, anyway.
The door creaked open and it was her landlord, "Your neighbors were complaining about the sound..." he trailed off as he saw the arrows on the wall.
And then he exploded, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING GIRL?"
"So much for the neighbors wanting it quiet..." she said sarcastically.
He pulled one of the arrows out roughly, and a small part of the wall came out with it. "This isn't your fucking place, kid. I let you and your stupid brother live here, I can easily kick you two out into the street."
"My brother is not stupid!" Ikari retorted.
"Then why can't he talk?"
"Thats none of your business"
"Where is your brother anyway?" he demanded.
"He's working."
"Oh yes, making money for that rent you're already behind on. You should do the same instead of valdalizing the apartment your brother works so hard for."
She sighed. She wanted to work, but Kaleo insisted she didn't. He always babyed her even if her working would give them more money.
Her landlord waved the arrow in her face, "This? This is hiking your rent up. I'm not made of money. And if you two don't pay it, you're going back to whatever street you two came from. Understand?"
"I understand." she said.
"Good girl. Be sure to tell your brother." And with that he left.
She sighed and began pulling the arrows out, very gently so that they only left nicks on the wall. Nicks she'd still have to pay for.
"Guess I can't practice here... and if I stop practicing I'll lose my touch.
She sheathed all the arrows and put both the bow and the arrows on her back. She donned a trenchcoat that was too big for her, and the weather was too hot for, but it always concealed her bow without raising any suspicion.
After looping and knotting her hair into her usual odangos, she left the apartment (which actually locked for once, yay) and stepped out into the streets of Republic City, to scout some place to practice.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Dec 4, 2013 21:49:50 GMT -8
Jin's living arrangements were, for as long as his business could uphold it, hardly in dire straits, the self-taught glassbender living near the center of Republic City, cobbled roads replaced by cleaner, smoother pavement, with higher rises and skyscrapers that did indeed pierce the clouds. Satomobiles of less bare-boned designs and colors, unlike those of the common folk's choice of vehicular transportation, zoomed up and down their beaten paths, upper-crust citizenry went about their early morning affairs, appearing to not feel the least bit of lethargy in the dawning hours of the morning. The only lethargic ones were their servants.
The restaurant he had arranged to meet his client at was a brisk walk from his home, if he cared to make it. Or, he could simply hail a taxi cab.
Republic City was an astounding sight, even to those who lived there their entire lives. To a 'rural tourist' like Wakan, it was the biggest thing he'd ever see, to be entirely frank.
He was not alone, in his journey to the great metropolis. Travelers of all shapes, sizes, creeds and nations moved along with him, carrying possessions of varying numbers and values, sentimental or otherwise. Behind him, a large truck with some sort of boxed produce in the back honked its loud but droning horn at him.
"Get outta the road, kid!" he could hear over the rumbling engine.
Comparatively, Ikari and her brother's living situation was not nearly as stable as Jin's. For a variety of reasons, but most prominently, being their living situation being situated on one of the 'bad' sides of town.
It was hardly bad at all, really; it's what they might put in some unauthorized tour guides, or what an uptown resident might say about it. Their tenement block was outside of a large, open air flea market, a city of tents and kiosks, hocking and pawning off any item of worth you could possibly think of, for varying prices.
The first of which she would encounter would be QWONGS QUALITY QURIOSITIES, run by the man himself, a tall, thin man named Qwong. Everyone in the market had a story about him, and none of them were in the lightest of perspectives. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't too pleasant to look at, either; his hair was graying far too fast for his relatively young adulthood, and on his chin was a dark streak of facial hair. He claimed that his goods came from all across the Four Nations, and the heart of Republic City itself. He was essentially a rolling pawnshop, and when he rolled his way to the market, he happened to stake his claim outside the doorway to Ikari's residence.
"Good morning to you and yours, my dear!" he drawled, his accent thick but unfamiliar. "Why not start your day off with a gander at a few of Qwong's curios? From the four corners of the globe, every single nation, and everything in between! Name a place, and I've got something for ya from it! A discount for the young lady, on one of this curious . . . QURIOSITIES! That's trademarked, kid, you better ask me before you use it. But hey, tell your friends!"
Ikari had been addressed this way almost every time she had left her apartment by Qwong, and for every time Qwong had set up shop, he'd seen her at least once or twice. That never stopped him from not caring about who the hell she was and forgetting when she passed without so much as browsing his inventory.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 4, 2013 22:35:02 GMT -8
Ikari took a quick look at the merchandise and actually did see something that caught her eye. A necklace with a charm in the shape of an anchor.
Ikari laughed, "I used to own a necklace just like this. My name is Ikari, which means "anchor" so the person who gave it to me was just being punny. But I always liked it... but sadly I don't have any money."
"Oh I can help with that"
The voice sounded familiar to Ikari, but when she turned around she didn't recognize the young woman around her age behind her, holding a box. She looked Earth Kingdom... maybe it was one fo the other tenants in the apartment?
She opened the box, revealing 6 ornamental fans, "Would these be a good trade for the girl's necklace. I was told this was a good place to dump these, and if I can make a beautiful girl happy while doing so, then thats even better."
Ikari blushed, "They're... they're really pretty though. Why do you wanna get rid of them?"
"I'm from Kyoshi Island, and my family wants me to come home. Mom sends me a fan every once in awhile as a reminder. She was a Kyoshi Warrior back in the day. I have no use for them, I never had her grace. And they're just collecting dust." She turned back to Qwong, "Does that sound good to you?"
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Post by mekasoundwave on Dec 5, 2013 10:35:42 GMT -8
"AGH, FUCK!"
When Wei Long had gone to the closest pharmacy to pick up salve, none of the workers there mentioned that it would hurt more than burn he was putting it on. The man winced and the burning sensation slowly began to fade, and the burns on his stomach and ribs started to be bearable. According to what the folks at the pharmacy said, if he put this on once a day regularly, the burn would be gone within a week or so. Wei felt inclined to trust them.
Even if they DID leave out the fact that their medicine stung like a son of a bitch.
Wei put the salve back into the medical cabinet, washed his hands and his face and then walked over to his couch, sitting down gently. Gotta at least try to take it easy. Wei was glad he had a day off today. After last night, the last thing he needed was to be working. Even if he was totally capable of working despite his injuries. He reached a hand over and flipped on the radio... _____________________________________________________ The air in the harbor of Republic City was still crisp and cold. But most of all, it was salty with the smell and taste of the sea. It reminded Juri of home. She looked out over the harbor and let the feel of the ocean breeze over take her for a moment.
"Home..."
For a second, Juri almost missed that place. The soft sand of a Fire Nation beach sure beat the hell out of this pier, at least. But she wasn't there for nostalgia. She was there to train. The Comet needed to be in top physical condition. With another breath, Juri emerged from her nostalgia and took off with a running start down the pier.
"Remember, strength from firebending comes from the breath."
The girl took deep breaths as she remembered her training. Perhaps thinking about the past wasn't so bad. It was usually pretty useful.
But, for the Comet, life was to be lived with a focus on the future.
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Post by JW% on Dec 5, 2013 14:27:45 GMT -8
Jin's living arrangements were, for as long as his business could uphold it, hardly in dire straits, the self-taught glassbender living near the center of Republic City, cobbled roads replaced by cleaner, smoother pavement, with higher rises and skyscrapers that did indeed pierce the clouds. Satomobiles of less bare-boned designs and colors, unlike those of the common folk's choice of vehicular transportation, zoomed up and down their beaten paths, upper-crust citizenry went about their early morning affairs, appearing to not feel the least bit of lethargy in the dawning hours of the morning. The only lethargic ones were their servants. The restaurant he had arranged to meet his client at was a brisk walk from his home, if he cared to make it. Or, he could simply hail a taxi cab.
Republic City was an astounding sight, even to those who lived there their entire lives. To a 'rural tourist' like Wakan, it was the biggest thing he'd ever see, to be entirely frank. He was not alone, in his journey to the great metropolis. Travelers of all shapes, sizes, creeds and nations moved along with him, carrying possessions of varying numbers and values, sentimental or otherwise. Behind him, a large truck with some sort of boxed produce in the back honked its loud but droning horn at him. "Get outta the road, kid!" he could hear over the rumbling engine. Jin didn't actually have servants of his own. They were an expense he couldn't justify, just like the taxi ride was another expense he would need to pass along when a brisk walk would do just as well. He set off at a jaunty pace, holding his cane from actually touching the pavement as he walked with the rest of the pedestrian flow. Of course his pockets were somewhat weighted down, he had filled them with sand before leaving the house. A precaution against pickpockets, who wouldn't know which, if any, of his pockets actually held anything of value.
Wakan stepped out of the way of the rumbling engine of the truck, giving it a curious look. He wondered what powered it, as he could feel a heat from it as it passed. Was the driver a firebender? Somebody else in the construct? Or was it something else entirely. It didn't matter that much, this was hardly the first such vehicle he had encountered on his journey, not even the first who had so rudely told him to get out of their way. These so called civilized people tended to be the rudest and least likely to consider others feelings. Wakan's breath was controlled as he walked the streets. Control was the key, from control followed power. His gaze traveled from person to person, showing a tourists tendancy to 'rubberneck' and a vague expression of somebody lost, or at least who didn't know where to go.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Dec 7, 2013 22:15:10 GMT -8
Qwong nodded along to what Ikari explained between her name and the necklace with a broad grin that screamed if you don't have any money of what use are you, you filthy little brat--oh another customer!
"Welcome! Why, perhaps--"
Feeling irritated by the Yuan-less girl even further with her interruption, Qwong appraised the Kyoshi fans from afar - at least from the hands of the girl who had them - and stroked his line of chin hair as thoughtfully as he could hope to appear.
With a sigh and a shrug, Qwong broke character, crossing his arms. "The fans, and a few yuans, and it's yours."
Wei Long's radio crackled to life, speakers a tad tinny at first, but the static soon subsided. The tail end of a big club band song finished its final notes, as well as the held, dulcet tone of a younger, melodic voice. The recording cut before the applause of the venue the music was played in reached anything more than a few claps.
". . . and that was the young and talented Soryu, and the Serpent Pass Swingers!" announced Shiro Shinobi, the unofficial 'voice' of Republic City. How the little man kept it up nearly all day, every single day, was beyond most of Republic City's citizenry. "Next up, the Senlin Sai with his smash hit, Boiling Rock Blues . . ."
The good news was that, at least for now, Jin would not have to contend with any form of thievery.
Except, of course, the theft of his time as he crossed the road, encountering a robed man on the corner.
". . . and we must rise up, children of Republic City! Rise up, benders and non-benders alike! Embrace the essence of the ancient spirits, for we are both man and divine!" he hollered, scrolls and notebooks spilling out of his wildly gesticulating arms. A small pan with a fistful of Yuans was at his feet. "The spirits of the dawning ages flow through us! Our very beings! We must rise up and praise them! For they are the pathfinders and trailblazers to our destiny!"
The man, upon closer inspection (at least as close as anyone was willing to get; actually donating to the poor elder was no simple affair, as the few that gave him the time of day had to hook their charitable donations into the pan from quite an impressive distance), wore what looked to be (or used to be) the trappings of an ancient Air acolyte, albeit torn and stained beyond initial recognition. Some more coins were scattered by his bare, blackened feet, though none dared to scoop any of them up.
The old man, in the midst of his less intelligible ramblings, happened to notice Jin as he passed by. He pointed dramatically.
"You! Wealthy of coin and fabric, you may be, but does the infinite wealth of the spirits guiding us grace you with it's fortune?!"
One might think there wasn't really a correct answer to this inquiry.
Unfortunately for Wakan, rubbernecking with a lost expression was perfect for some less savory, much more desperate individuals to prey upon. A much taller, but threadbare man stumbled forward from the crowd, grabbing the boy by the shoulders and shaking him; it was more disorienting speed, than actual, tangible strength.
"You got money, boy?" he wheezed. The man, to be quite frank, looked worse for the wear. "Huh? You got yuans?!"
One might think there wasn't really a correct answer to this inquiry.
The man, in his filthy clothing, fumbled for something behind his back. "You better empty those pockets, boy, I'm not gonna ask you again . . ."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 7, 2013 22:42:29 GMT -8
The Earth Kingdom girl cocked her head, "How much is a few Yuans?" She pulled a wallet out of her bra, one that Ikari noticed was fat to the brim.
She quickly blocked the girl from sight.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't reveal you have that much," Ikari hissed, "People might see it and mug you. Why are you even here? You can shop anywhere you want!"
The girl blinked, "I like to patronize those less fortunate then me." She stepped out from behind Ikari, "How much is a few?" she repeated, waving he wallet at Qwong.
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Post by JW% on Dec 8, 2013 15:46:48 GMT -8
Jin gave the man an appraising look without making eyecontact. You make eye contact only when you want to converse, not when you're offering casual greetings on the streets.
"The spirits grace me with no more than is my due." Jin nodded politely, and did his best to avoid the street preacher. "And you the same I trust." This last part was added with the tone suggesting that he was saying farewell to the man.
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The threadbare man moved much faster than Wakan reacted, surprised to find somebody much taller than his already impressive, but not remarkable, height. This giant towered over everyone else it seemed, and was strong enough to shake the young adult fire bender. Given his size and age advantages, if one were to call them that, over Wakan, this man would be very easily spotted in a crowed. A former athlete or soldier perhaps? He didn't seem to have any bending ability, but that didn't mean anything as Wakan had not shown any either. The threadbare appearance pointed to this mans fall from grace having been some time ago, but well after reaching adult hood. You didn't grow that tall or that old on a starving diet in the streets.
Wakan recovered himself as the man let go of one shoulder to fumble behind his back. Wakan's hand snapped up and caught the man just below the wrist. A Dim Mak point was there, between the two bones of the forearm. Enough pressure would numb the hand making the fingers release their grip, and probably cause great pain in the process. Plus block any bending done with that arm, if such mattered. Wakan hit close enough to the pressure point as he could with such a sudden strike and drove his thumb in with all the strength in his hand.
Wakans other hand also rose, but did not come to any use, intending it to parry whatever the man fumbling behind his back for. If it was a weapon, a flash of flames would come just as easily to Wakan's free hand as any blade.
In a strangely detached tone Wakan breathed deeply, bringing the chi in his belly up his body with the air in his lungs. "You seem to have me mistaken." Was really all he had time to say. Wakan had very few yuan, and just as few possessions. The clothing he wore and little else. If anything, material wise, Wakan might even be poorer than this man.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Dec 20, 2013 21:34:11 GMT -8
The Earth Kingdom girl cocked her head, "How much is a few Yuans?" She pulled a wallet out of her bra, one that Ikari noticed was fat to the brim. She quickly blocked the girl from sight. "What are you doing?" "Don't reveal you have that much," Ikari hissed, "People might see it and mug you. Why are you even here? You can shop anywhere you want!" The girl blinked, "I like to patronize those less fortunate then me." She stepped out from behind Ikari, "How much is a few?" she repeated, waving he wallet at Qwong. "Oh, I'd say--" Qwong gave the two girls an indignant huff as he was interrupted. What Ikari was saying was, for the most part, true, in some regards; crime on this side of town had always been relatively high, and the close proximity of grabbity hands and sneakity creeps didn't help much, especially on market days like these. Qwong's copped attitude immediately un-copped itself as the young woman flashed her wallet, his grin returning. " Five, for you. A discount for my newest customer!"
The preacher scowled at Jin, but continued his impromptu sermon to the rest of the unwitting crowd. They'd see . . . for when they opened their virgin eyes to the blinding glory of the everlasting truth, they would bask in the presence of the true spirits . . . though it would be far too late for them.
The man yelped, crying out as he doubled back from the child, arm gone numb in a flash of searing pain and an abrupt, blunt jab.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 20, 2013 22:17:57 GMT -8
"Oh that sounds good." The girl quickly took out 5 yuans and handed them to the man. Before he could say a word she grabbed the necklace and secured it to the girl's neck.
"Whats your name?" Ikari asked,
She looked back at Qwong and then whispered in Ikari's ear, "I'll tell you cause you're so cute. My name is Soryu'
"...The So-"
"Yes that one. Have a good day Ikari!"
Ikari stood a bit dumbfounded and still blushing from having a celebrity call her cute.
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Post by JW% on Dec 21, 2013 14:47:34 GMT -8
Jin continued on without further word to the street preacher. He was wondering what kind of tea he should have with breakfast. Of course he'd need to know what breakfast was going to be served him before he could make a proper judgement. He did hope that he wouldn't have to play a mah'jong game. It was hard to talk about business while manipulating those little game tiles. Still, it was popular enough a past time he had found himself at least a decent player, and enjoyed the game when there wasn't business to discuss.
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The twenty six year old fire bender frowned as the man managed to recoil away from him. He had apparently misjudged the pressure point, having intended to lock the man in a wrist hold rather than force his retreat, but there was at least enough distance between the two of them he could react to further violence. Which of course meant that he probably had to look out for accomplacies hitting him from the sides or behind. "You don't seem well." Wakan told the man. "Can you make your way to a healer? You may need it. Your hand was trembling," Well, it had been shaking Wakan... "and now seems pained. That could be... bad." Dramatic pause to emphasize.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jan 13, 2014 22:22:16 GMT -8
The twenty six year old fire bender frowned as the man managed to recoil away from him. He had apparently misjudged the pressure point, having intended to lock the man in a wrist hold rather than force his retreat, but there was at least enough distance between the two of them he could react to further violence. Which of course meant that he probably had to look out for accomplacies hitting him from the sides or behind. "You don't seem well." Wakan told the man. "Can you make your way to a healer? You may need it. Your hand was trembling," Well, it had been shaking Wakan... "and now seems pained. That could be... bad." Dramatic pause to emphasize. "You shut up!" the raggedy man barked, despite his arm. With his other extended, he charged forward - faster, this time, in an effort to barrel the younger man over. Desperation had taken hold, even more than it probably already had.
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Post by JW% on Jan 17, 2014 22:36:27 GMT -8
Wakan stepped backwards and to the side as the man charged forward, but the larger mans unexpected speed further surprised him and they collided, with Wakan tumbling backwards into the street, bouncing off a vehicle and the two men both colliding with other pedestrians on the side of the road, going down in a sprawl.
That didn't mean that the larger man was directly on top of Wakan however, the attempt to avoid wasn't useless after all, and the young firebender rolled free, or at least away if not really free, and curled his legs under him to get up again as quickly as possible.
Through it all Wakan maintained a puzzled expression like he didn't know what was going on.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jan 27, 2014 19:11:36 GMT -8
Wakan stepped backwards and to the side as the man charged forward, but the larger mans unexpected speed further surprised him and they collided, with Wakan tumbling backwards into the street, bouncing off a vehicle and the two men both colliding with other pedestrians on the side of the road, going down in a sprawl. That didn't mean that the larger man was directly on top of Wakan however, the attempt to avoid wasn't useless after all, and the young firebender rolled free, or at least away if not really free, and curled his legs under him to get up again as quickly as possible. Through it all Wakan maintained a puzzled expression like he didn't know what was going on. Evidently, the larger man wasn't exactly quick on his feet, and struggled to steady himself on his feet. However, seeing an opportunity, the ragged man raised his plodding foot for a heavy stomp over the younger boy.
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Post by JW% on Jan 27, 2014 21:26:16 GMT -8
By now their scuffle was in a crowd, with people getting in the way and trying to either get out of the fight or just getting caught in it. Wakan had his legs under him, but he wasn't completely up and the other man had gotten back up faster. A heavy foot of the plodding man raised up to come down on the firebender. Wakan tried to stand up, catching the stomp from building up suitably painful momentum, and instead pushing it backwards to unbalance and throw the man.
This was getting to be too much. "There is something wrong with you." Wakan said, his tone going into a snarl as he tried to raise up and catch the blow before it landed. "You need to back off!"
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