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Post by writer on Jan 22, 2007 19:55:07 GMT -5
RULES1) Write at least 100 words per post. Make them full and detailed. 100 words isn't alot and it's not like the 250 in the Mature Board in Feng Shui. 2) Make sure you read everyone's post, and respond towards what is going on it them. 3) 3 POSTS PER DAY. No Post-ponging. Wait for other members to respond. If the Rp is still for two days, then I will post with an Event to get players rolling. 4) If you do not post for 7 days, your Character in my next post will die. Unless you state previously that you will be absent. 5) Standard RP Rules apply. Chapter One: Harbringer Tang hussled around the Tower tripping over his over larged robes and a small eleven year old boy. "Ch-Chiko, What are you doing in my Tower!" Chiko sniffed something about bullies and nearly getting trampled by Bram, the avid breeding bison bull. Tang sighed and picked up the boy and sat him on his work desk. "Here's a brush. Go brush Kuro for me." Chiko nodded and the mentally challenged youth was know edgarly brushing the fat black lemur. Tang was looking at cluster of stars in the West House of Byakko. This house normally dealt with the Fire Nation. And the star maps recived from the Northern Temple doesn't look good. "Oh boy..." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "TEEEEENNGUUU!" Tomo shouted. A young soldier sneeks off from the bakery with a stolen cake munching on it as his wife bellows after him. "Hee, hee. Soldier gotta eat. Waya shook his head as Tengu munches on the stolen sweet. "You need to stop doing that. Tomo is gonna gut you." Tengu popped in the last piece. "Not if she doesn't want to lose her baby's daddy." Waya sighed. "You need to make a better example for yourself for Shinji." Tengu snorted. "There is diffrence from steal a sweet you made to stealing something that wasn't yours to begin with." Waya rolled his eyes and then turned at notice on the wall. "Hey Brother? Looks like the want young soldiers for a mission. What do you think?" Tengu heard Waya laughed. "Looks like we got work." ((LETS BEGIN!)
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Post by kaangluv on Jan 22, 2007 20:27:02 GMT -5
Suzume awoke with a start. Her eyes snapped open. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat. She twisted quickly towards the window, scanning the skies for the position of the sun. The sun had just fully risen, the glowing orb reflecting light off of the misty clouds that ensnared the mountains. The sun had also just barely passed the Second House of Xio'gin, which meant that the time was about-...
Suzume yelped. She leapt out of bed, landing on her feet, and hurridly yanked on her jerkin, not bothering to tie the laces. Hopping on one foot to mash the other into her boot, she snatched her staff from its resting place beside her door. 'Kimochi might have to wait for his breakfast..' she thought rapidly. 'That will make him happy...' However, she didn't have time to ponder on her bison's complex personality. She swung her staff around in a diagonal slicing motion and blew her bed into relative order, not even caring to notice that her small pillow had flown halfway across the room in her frenzy. In one swift movement, Suzume pulled back the curtain to her room and put on a burst of speed.
Racing quickly down the stone hall, Suzume passed the chambers of her fellow students preparing for the day. Cool air wafted through the breezy corridors, and Suzume's speed added to the slight wind that pulled strands of hair from Suzume's already messy bun. She could even scent the traces of soft-breads and cakes on the wind...probably breakfast. But she didn't have time to eat; once Suzume had passed the stone arch that marked the end of the corridor, she snapped her glider open, passing tangled, draping, vines and stone carvings. Her surroundings became blurs of green and grey as she prepared to lift off from the ground. Suzume put on one last burst of speed- and shot into the sky, twirling into the air like a paper crane, twisting and swirling in the crisp dawn.
Today was the first day of preparation for the Chrysanthemum festival, the festival of the year. Air Nomads came from around the world to the designated Temple once every fifth year to participate in competitions, readings, song, dance, crafts, and the famed anecdotes and tales of Masters Sentient- the Airbenders of the highest rank, and the ones that kept watch over all of the Temples. Suzume's teacher, Yasu was the Keeper of Ancient Knowledge in the Eastern Air Temple's library, and was overseeing the fabled narratives. And - she had given Suzume the esteemed, albeit temporary, position of Assistant to the Keeper of History. She would help to co-ordinate the entire section of the festival that dealt with the relaying of ancient history and entertaining stories and folktales. This was one step forward in her dream of becoming the High Keeper-
And she was late.
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Mike
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Love is the beauty of the soul.
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Post by Mike on Jan 22, 2007 21:26:27 GMT -5
"Maiku, why did you let us die?" "I didn't mean to dad, I'm sorry." "You let us down." "There was nothing I could do, there were too many of them." Maiku you failed us." "No, No!!"
Maiku woke up screaming. "Just another nightmare," he muttered to himself. There was no time for hims to ponder his dream because today is the day he is going to become a master. He lept out of bed and changed into his student robes. He was wondering how he could bring himself to fight his master. "The man is like a father to me, how could I fight him," Maiko said, to no one in particular. "Student Maiko what is taking so long?" Called Master Poe. "I'm coming," Maiko shouted to him. He finished getting dressed and raced down to the courtyard where he met up with his Master. "Do you know why you are here," his Master asked. "Yes, for the honor of the fire nation and to prepare for our glorious conquest of all nations," Maiku replied, in a monotone voice. "Very good. Now are you ready to fight?" Poe inquired. "No master." Maiku replied. "You will fight, whether you want to or not," said Poe. Poe then began shooting fire blasts at Maiku. Maiku just side stepped the fire. "You have disgraced your father by refusing to fight," Poe said, mockingly. "Do not talk about my father like that," Maiku said holding back his anger. "I will talk about your father however I please.You couldn't put up a good fight anyway. You couldn't even save your own father and mother." Poe said, knowing this would bring results. Maiku began to walk away. Then, he quickly turned around and began barraging his Master with fire. Poe pushed the fire aside and then began shooting lightning. Maiku made a fire shield and blocked the lightning. Then jumped from behind the shield and began a close combat attack with his graceful martial arts. Poe trying to throw Maiku off balance spun around, shooting fire out of his feet. Maiku jumped up and shot lightning at his master. Poe shot lightning up at Maiku. When the two forces collided a massive explosion occurred throwing Maiko to the floor. "Maiko, you have disappointed me. You fought without control and was sloppy. Go back to your quarters and prepare for tomorrow's fight." Maiko left with his head down. "How could I let his words affect me? How could I fail my father like that," Maiko thought to himself. He knew he would have plenty of time to think these thoughts over. When he got to his quarters he sat down and began to meditate. He had to prepare for tomorrow.
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Post by Mashnii on Jan 23, 2007 8:24:34 GMT -5
Threads of golden light slipped into the room, casting rays upon her face and covers. Immediately, her eyes fluttered open to reveal shafts of sunlight filtering into her quarters, her cat, Kyo, lying stretched out on the floor completely.
Shifting her legs to the side of the bed, she sighed and stood up, rustling her unruly black hair with her hand as she yawned and stretched.
Soon enough, a young woman dressed in a simple yukata had bustled into the room. Her raven black hair was pinned back neatly, and her almond-shaped eyes glinted vibrant amber. In her hands was a crimson kimono, with a black obi and an intricate dragon design trailing down the chest and waist in threads of the softest gold. She smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth, and said politely, "Miss Aoi, breakfast shall be served in thirty minutes. Here is your kimono." Aoi nodded and returned the smile, taking the outfit as she watched the servant scurry out of the room.
As soon as the woman left, she slid out of her jinbei and into the clothes that had been given to her, and when she had finished dressing, she folded her jinbei neatly and set it on the bed.
Grabbing a comb, she sat down on her chair and slid it through her waist length hair. Knot after knot she fought, until at last all tangles had been straightened. Aoi took a blood red ribbon and, binding her jet black mane in a simple bun, smiled at herself in the mirror, but it was a faint smile.
She was thin as a stick, and her figure was almost nonexistant. Small outbreaks of acne brushed her upper forehead, and her lips were parched and cracked. She frowned.
Applying a layer of lipstick to her mouth and a sheet of rogue to her face, she stared at her reflection again, this time approving of herself.
She wasn't necessarilly appearance-centered, but she was somewhat self-conscious about herself.
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Rogue-Angel
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The guy nobody notices until he's gone.
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Post by Rogue-Angel on Jan 23, 2007 10:48:53 GMT -5
"Shinasha, honey. Can I come in?" Shinasha looked up, her hazel eyes still drowsy from waking up. -"What is it, mom...?" she replied, hoping she could go back to sleep. The door opened, and her mother stepped inside. She opened the curtains, and the bright sunlight stung Shinasha's eyes. She raised a hand to shield them, and looked at her mother as the lady sat down. "I just wanted to talk a bit more, after last night..." Shinasha sighed. -"Can't this wait until after breakfast?" "Your father and I will leave after breakfast, to review the progress on our new estate. Listen, I really think you should find a man soon. You are twenty-one now, and there have been a few requests already." -"Mom, I don't want to marry. I'll decide when I go 'settle down' as you say it. I'm not done yet with traveling." "Oh darling..." A gentle knock uinterrupted her, and a servant opened the intricately carved door. "Breakfast will be served in five minutes, Milady, madam." Shinasha's mother nodded, and the servant left. "Just... think it over, ok? Now get ready for breakfast. Oh, and for lunch Miro will take you to town, where lord Zelonu has requested for his son to meet you." She kissed Shinasha on the forehead, and left. Immediately after the door closed Shinasha threw a silk-covered pillow after her and leapt up. She grabbed a dress from her wardrobe; Black, with deep red sleeves and intricate patterns in the same red lining the lower edge. Simple yet elegant, and very comfortable. She put it on, hurriedly fixed her hair, and went to the dining room, where breakfast would be served by now...
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Post by Mashnii on Jan 23, 2007 15:08:20 GMT -5
Breakfast was served, and the thirteen-year-old girl was now sitting at the table, legs crossed and back straight as she ate.
The morning meal was delicious. Devilled quail eggs and ham were resting on the plate, and a bowl of rice drizzled with oil and vegetables sat next to a cup that was filled with a tangy juice of some sort. And last but not least there was mango, cut and arranged nicely on the brim of everyone's plates.
She ate the food slowly, savoring each and every bite. Her adoptive father was busy conversing with her uncle, and across from her sat her cousin, Ichiro, a nine-year-old boy who was calmly eating the food from his plate.
As soon as she finished, she excused herself quietly and slipped out of the room into the garden, only to hear the soft padding of someone running and a voice behind her shouting, “Hey, wait up!”
She paused and turned around to see Ichiro, slowing down as he approached her. “Why didn’t you wait for me to finish eating?” he demanded, grinning. She shrugged.
“I don’t know…” she started, a smile tugging at her lips. “I guess I just don’t like you anymore.” His lips only stretched wider, spreading from ear to ear.
“Well, Sifu Daisuke is by the pond, waiting for you,” he said, turning around and beginning to walk away. “I gotta go though. See ya!” She nodded as he strolled away, eventually turning around herself to make her way towards the pond.
She heaved a sigh as she began to tread towards the pond, trying to mentally prepare herself for another brutal lesson of archery and broad swords. Her sifu, Daisuke, was young, but strict. His golden irises could dig through your soul, and his brows were furrowed sternly above his eyes. If you were sick, you weren't lucky, because even if he did allow you the day off, it was double the effort the next session.
This is gonna be a long day…
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Post by kaangluv on Jan 23, 2007 20:25:10 GMT -5
Suzume touched down on a circular stone platform, raised above the land around it. "What will she say to my lateness?" Suzume thought. "Have I lost her trust?" Suzume folded her glider. Colorful tents had already been raised at some sites, and banners blew like thin ribbons in the wind.
Suzume raced down the steps and sought out a tall, brunette Airbending monk, her lofty stature bobbing in the growing crowds. Air Nomads from the other Temples had already started to arrive, and their voices filled the halls of the Eastern Air Temple, echoing off of the stone walls. Their numbers crowded the tables at the Great Hall and the kitchen duty rounds were getting longer and longer. But Suzume did not resent this, because she was glad that the festival was occurring so close to her birthday. The festival and her birthday were only a week apart, and when an Air Nomad had a birthday in the Eastern Temple, they were seated with the Masters Sentient, as the guest of honor. Their names were read in front of the entire assembly, with their rank and achievements. " Having all of these extra people will make for a big assembly." she thought, rather vainly. Suzume was even more excited because this birthday marked her fifteenth year, and the age at which she would be eligible to audition for the rank of Humble Monk, the lowest ranking master Airbender. She caught a glimpse of the bobbing figure again and ran up to it.
Suzume politely bowed to her teacher and friend, Monk Yasu. Yasu was a tall, slender woman, with chestnut brown hair. Half of her hair was shaved, revealing a powder-blue arrow. The rest was tied up in a tidy bun, the complete opposite of Suzume's windswept last-minute hair do. Yasu wore floor-length orange robes, and a beaded mahogany necklace with yellow leather tassels. Intricate swirls were carved with precision and care into the worn wood. Yasu also carried a staff in a sling on her back, to free her hands so that she too could help with the festival preparations. Although Yasu was Suzume's friend and trusted teacher, she lacked a certain...personal..aspect. Suzume was eager to learn more about the monk, but there was a sort of physical and emotional barrier around the Master. She was reluctant to get close to anyone, from a congratulatory hug to a friendly chat. She was..hard to get to know.
Suzume was determined, however, to break through Yasu's hard exterior. The tension had been building for years. For years Suzume had longed for a parent figure..and had looked for it in Yasu. Yasu was Suzume's best friend, but she lacked what Suzume needed- a shoulder to cry on; a person to talk to; someone who understood.
"Good morning, Sifu Yasu." Suzume said quickly. "I'm so sorry I'm late! I only awoke at Xio'gin, and I-"
"Don't fret so, pupil Akiko. I didn't think you would be here until now." Yasu said, not unkindly. "I was hoping you would help me raise some tents." She said, with a smile. Suzume knew that Yasu could have done the job full well herself, and cracked a large grin. But inside, she thought, "She didn't expect the best out of me? What have I done to lower her expectations?"
Yasu and Suzume walked side by side, past carts of hot sugar rolls and colorful masqueraders. Actors in comedic and historical dramatizations practiced their lines, and puppeteers labored on elaborate settings and backgrounds. Musicians tuned their instruments and played jaunty tunes of tambourines, stringed instruments, flutes, and other instruments that they had dedicated their study to. When a Nomad became a monk, they chose a place that they wanted to take in the Temple. One could practice in the arts of calligraphy, cartography, and drawing, become an astrologer in the observatory, become part of a permanent culinary society and provide food for the Temple...and many other stations that were spread throughout the Temple for its upkeep, and for each monk's fulfillment of their joy for life...All Suzume wanted to do was assist Yasu in the Ancient Library, but if she thought that she wasn't reliable...
Yasu and Suzume reached the section of the grounds that had not been prepared yet. "We have yet to prepare this part of the area yet." Yasu noted, gesturing to a hundred or so pieces of cloth scattered over the camp. "We will raise these tents with the help of the recruits that had come the other Temples."
They strode over to the first slumped tent. Yasu pointed to the mass of yellow and orange cloth, and motioned for Suzume to step forward. "Show me the move that will raise this tent." Yasu said, vaguely. "Come, now."
Suzume, bewildered, stepped up to the tent. The pegs that held the four corners in place were already driven into the mossy soil beneath their feet. Breathing deeply, Suzume racked her mind. She would have to remember the name of the move, too...If she embarrassed herself in front of the one person that not messing up in front of mattered most... "I can't disappoint. This might be a test to see if..if I'm worthy.." The advanced teachers expected above average work. She dug through her memories of texts and scrolls that she had read. She could picture the movement, and the days she had spent going through the motions of this move and others on Asa Peak with Kimochi...
"Is this just to prepare for the Chrysanthemum festival, or does Sifu Yasu want to find out something more?" she wondered. Wait- that was it! Suzume turned to her teacher quickly and said, "the Dance of the Chrysanthemum!" she exclaimed. Yasu raised her eyebrows. She realized her faux pas quickly, and blushed. She bowed, and murmured "Sifu Yasu" in a quiet voice.
Yasu inclined her head, smiling slightly, and indicated that Suzume was to continue. Suzume breathed deeply again, and held her staff with both hands in front of her face, parallel to her body. Inhaling, she lifted off of the ground, pulling her right leg up and around. She opened her glider partially and twirled it above her head. Suspended in the air, Suzume finally realized why Yasu had asked her to perform the move. "Is..is she giving me a hint to the master exam?" Suzume thought. "Is she..telling me that...she believes in me? That she will let me become a Fourth Assistant!?" With this thought, Suzume gripped her glider more tightly and brought it down with sound force, to land on her left foot. Her torso was bent over slightly and her eyes were staring at the ground when she opened them. She held her pose for a second before straightening..She raised her head slightly.
The tent had risen! It was sagging in places, but the tent was standing up! She turned quickly to Yasu, and smiled softly. She was beaming inside, but she had been taught humility. Yasu smiled, too. "I saw you reading the scroll, Pupil Akiko. I am very impressed."
Suzume couldn't stand it; she smiled brightly. "Sifu Yasu.." she mumbled, a strange feeling rushing through her. "Please...call me Suzume. I know that we're in public, and you're a Flowering Master and I'm just a...Please, Yasu-sensei?"
Yasu's eyes smiled and she inclined her head once more. "As you wish...Suzume." Suzume bowed again. "You will do well." Yasu said softly. "I wish for you to succeed, and I want you to be prepared." Suzume's heart was hiccuping with happiness as she beamed at her friend. She continued, "And so...I wish to take you as my apprentice. You will train with me, and I will teach you the arts of Airbending. In the time we have, you will improve greatly, and..." Suzume's heart skipped a beat. "...you will, when you proceed to the rank of master, become a Fourth Assistant." Suzume started, and made a small mewling noise. She covered her face with her free hand and smiled intensely. Tears of joy leaked out from her eyes. "But only then!" Yasu said, smiling also. Suzume broke down and threw herself into Yasu's arms, hugging her and sobbing from the pure exhilaration of it all.
At last Yasu broke away, and said. "Come! We have work to do!" Suzume's eyes gleamed and she leapt to the work, striving to still prove herself worthy of the title she longed to attain.
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gambitia
Fiery Ozai
millions have trembled before my pink armor!
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Post by gambitia on Jan 23, 2007 21:46:18 GMT -5
It was impossible to do anything on the boat. It rocked wildly back and forth on the waves; the sky was dark and overcast, though it didn't so much as drizzle, and the wind whistled through the rigging. The sailors, using all their skills to try to steady the boat, were drenched from the spray off the bow, but below deck it was still dry.
Huime stubbornly persisted in her bead work, even though the waves made her fumble the little blue beads. She gripped the dull, thin needle tightly in her hand so she wouldn't lose it. Across from her in the cramped wooden cabin sat her wizened attendant, who had long since given up trying to repair the hole in one of Huime's dresses.
"Horrible weather we're having," Bainka said, looking at Huime, "It's a bad omen, I think. I was talking to Lueto (You know him; he cooks for the Wan family) and he says he heard from Master Wan that there's a war coming!"
"The Fire Nation is coming to these talks," Huime replied dryly, "Why would they bother with diplomacy if they're planning for war? Relations are just strained. It happens every time an Avatar dies."
"You think so? I really hope that's right. My son is in the Fire Nation, you know. He was a trader, and he met a Fire Nation girl at a trade port. My husband and I, we weren't pleased when we heard (As I'm sure you can imagine), but she was a nice girl. They're living over there now. They have a little girl, born just last summer. They never visit though."
Huime tuned out as Bainka continued to lament about her son's lack of visits. She nodded occasionally and struggled more with her beads.
There was a sharp knock on the door; Bainka rushed over to open it. A short messenger, dressed simply, stood in the doorway. He addressed Huime.
"I have a message from your father. He wants you to know that we will be reaching Kei'Yu in one hour, and hopes you will be ready to depart then."
"You may tell my father that I shall be ready in an hour," Huime dismissed him. He ran off to deliver the message.
"We best start packing then," Huime put her beading aside, and started carefully folding her things into a blue canvas bag.
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Post by Shadow Neko on Jan 23, 2007 23:16:25 GMT -5
Kasei sat by a tree, wiping his face off with a sleeve before taking out a small container, opening the top up. Taking a sip the youth breathed in deeply as his heart rate slowed and he placed the container away, back to his side.
He did this daily, woke up earlier than most of the others before grabbing a very quick bite and doing his daily routine. He would stretch, run a couple miles, and then practice his with his swords for a while. He tried to add in some time with his throwing knives as well, though they were more of a secondary thing.
He used his dual broadswords, or the Dao, to fight. This weapon is usually made out of bronze or steel and evolved from a regular cooking knife. Interesting the youth always thought about his weapon of choice, he had had them most his life, acquiring them from his grandfather.
His family wasn’t very pleased with his fire bending ability, the one that wasn’t there, though they wouldn’t believe it for quite some time. His grandfather finally convinced them that was the way of life and it was out of control, something greater was destined for him- Kasei didn’t really believe this, but it was hopeful. Thus he received his swords from his grandfather who spent a majority of his time teaching him technique.
The swords gave him hope and helped overcome his own disappointment and his father finally approved, seeing that his first born son was not a complete disappointment. His mother seemed pleased too, she would smile when seeing him practice. Kasei took this all as slight approval.
The throwing knives were merely something some family member gave him as a gift a couple years ago though. He wasn’t overly good, but had well enough aim to hit an object with them.
He realized it was actually getting early enough for others to be up and hurried off back to where the soldiers stayed, he would have to see if they had any particular jobs at the moment. Not too many people knew of his Swordsmanship in the army as of yet, he only joined a couple weeks at most ago. He was a little higher than some of the average soldiers, but he didn’t fully reveal his mastery of swords yet.
He got back and looked around, it didn’t seem they really had any jobs as of yet- that was a good thing for now. Recently he was thinking if the army was really for him, he loved to help his nation and such but it cut into his training quite a bit too, oh well. He would succeed, he would make sure of it. He would prove himself to the others.
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Rogue-Angel
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Post by Rogue-Angel on Jan 24, 2007 5:06:15 GMT -5
Breakfast was served. Shinasha sat quietly at the table. Her parents had been talking about al kinds of things, but now the meal was coming to an end, they were awfully quiet. Shinasha knew what was about to come. A preach from her father, like she’s had too many of in the past twenty-one years. A servant came to clear the plates, and her father cleared his throat. “Shinasha, listen...” -“I know dad. I should get married.” She interrupted before he got well started. She obviously sounded annoyed. “Please understand that it is for you own good, dear!” His voice sounded commanding, as always. But Shinasha caught an undertone of desperation; something she didn’t know from her father. “Do you want to grow old all on your own? You are twenty-one, for the spirits’ sake. You could have married five years ago!” -“Maybe I would have, if you didn’t want to get out of Ba Sing Se so quickly. The people there were actually nice, something I can’t say from these upper class snobs.” “Young lady, don’t you talk like that!” He was getting angry now. Shinasha didn’t care. She was too. -“I’ll decide how I talk! And for that matter, I am NOT going to lunch with who ever it is that asked me this time!” “You listen here, Shinasha…!” -“NO! YOU listen! All my life I’ve been dragged around the world, and whenever I did find friends, YOU had to get out again! I won’t let you control my life like that! I’m an ADULT too!” “Then act like one, for the spirits’sake!” -“Agh! You never got it, did you?!”
Her fists quite literally ablaze, Shinasha leapt up and ran out of the dining room. She almost flew up the ornate marble stairs to the dark heavy doors of her bedroom. She slammed the door behind her, shaking the wall with the force of the blow. She screamed loudly, and threw fire at the opened window, setting one of the curtains ablaze. Then she calmed down, and snuffed the burning curtain. A tear ran down her pale cheek, and she looked around. The bed. How she loved that bed. Its feather-pillows, its silk sheets… She fell down on it, and sobbed loudly. A knock on the door made her stop. “Honey, are you…” -“Go away, mom.” “Shinasha, your dad…” -“Dad is more childish than I am.” “He’s worried about his honor. YOUR honor.” Shinasha sat up, and looked at the door. -“I know, mom.” The voice behind the door was quiet for a few seconds, and the silence pressed hard on shinasha. Then her mother spoke again; “We’re leaving, will you be ok?” -“I’ll be fine. But I’m staying here for lunch.” “That’s ok, dear. We’ll send them a note telling you have fallen ill.” -“Thank you mom…” Again, silence for a few seconds. Then she heard a sigh, and her mother’s footsteps through the hallway and down the stairs. She fell back again, but almost immediately sat back up. Flinging open her wardrobe, she picked a pair of very wide black trousers, with a dark-brown lower rim. Then a dark-brown blouse, a black shirt, and a black-and-brown jacket. She flung her worn clothes in a corner, and closed the wardrobe again. Opening a drawer in another closet, she found the belt with her sword. She buckled it on, and grabbed the quiver full of arrows hanging on the side of the closet. Then she grabbed her bow, and headed for the kitchen. The house was quiet. Most of the servants were in their room, or doing their jobs. There was nobody in the kitchen, and the dirty dishes sat untouched on the wooden table. Shinasha grabbed a bag, and filled it with as much food as she could find. Then she grabbed an empty skin, and headed out. In the courtyard she filled the skin with water from the well, and then slipped stealthily out onto the street…
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Post by writer on Jan 24, 2007 11:21:36 GMT -5
(I'll be playing a Third character too for Earth Kingdom balance, The brothers Jiang, Ichigo and Ken)
(Air) Tang left the next morning to the Eastern Temple with a trio of very roudy boys. Yomi the eldest of nineteen. followed by Mao of eighteen and little Chiko of eleven. Tang was steering on Mei Mei's back looking flustered and worried. A comet, that not good news at all even Avatar is going to have his work cut out for him He heard a squeal and jerked his head around. "You bison calves cut it out! We're almost there!" Mao stopped picking on Chiko and looked out from the saddle. Finnally the four made it.
"Sister Xiao Li! Sister Xiao Li! We have some very bad new! I cought this from the star maps from the Northern Temple. It's comet from the west!" The doughy nun furrowed her brow. "Not good at all Tang, Have you told Wei Jiang?" Tang shook his head the long earing moving with him. "No I haven't my sister, But we need to prepare for the worst." The young master said gravely. Xiao Li looked confused. "And that would be..." "War." Said Tang on dark note. Xiao Li didn't look happy at all, she sighed and the astrologer too the the maps. "I'll see you this evening. Go and help the girls down below Tang." Tang nodded and headed towards the tents looking very sour. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tengu showed Tomo the poster and told her that he now has mission to do. Tomo frowned but nodded. "Alright good. Luck and come home soon." Tengu promply kissed his wife's cheek and went to his son. "Daddy has work to do, so you're in charge Shinji. Make sure you be good boy!" The chubby 22 month old crack a grin showing a few teeth and reached out to be held. Tengu pick up his son and held him in the air. "GAAAAAHHH!" Shinji cried as Tengu held him aloft. He then put Shinji down and turned to get his armor, and spear. When he heard a course of..."Dadadadadadadadaaa!" Tengu look down at Shinji who wobbled over and grabbed Tengu's trouser leg. "Hey now.." Tomo pick her son up as Tengu gathered his things, and head out the door ignoring the cries from his young son.
"Hour to Kei'Yu." It has been few days since then and Tengu wasn't feeling to good about this. Waya nodded to him and Tengu just frowned underniethe his mask. "I feel a darkness coming baby brother..." Waya and he got out the ship and marched to the point where the fire nobles were to meet the water nobles.
I feel a deep darkness
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Three rice farmers just returned from a day in the paddies. They were brothers. Ichigo the eldest follow by Jiang and Ken the youngest. "Good yield...Jiang." Ken praised to his middle brother. Jiang nodded and continue to climb up the hill with Midori and Yama waiting. "Awww good job. But we have some bad news." Midori said fummbling with her apron.
Ken was lising in from the back door his ear pressed to the door as he heard his mother and father talking to Ichigo and Jiang. Ken's face fell open. "War? They....joined the army?"
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Dazu
FN Aang
So my class is in total absolute chaos, what do I do? I fight with my friends over a carton of juice
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Post by Dazu on Jan 24, 2007 16:16:45 GMT -5
((Sorry If I am late and I still don't know if I was accepted so if I'm not I'll delete it))
"Again!" screamed Akane's trainer. Akane sighed but did as she was told. Today her parents had lectured her about her skills with her bending arts. Akane finished the set but her trainer wasn't satisfied. "Again! Your form is wrong and you are NOT to leave until you have done it correct!" Akane stared at him in shock, "How could that have been wrong! I did it exactly as you did!" Akane questioned as her trainer as he shook his head, "Your footing." Akane looked down at her feet and then to her trainer's, hers were too close. Akane blushed, "Sorry." she muttered embarrassed, and then did the same set once again. Once she had finished she looked at him. She sighed with relief when she saw him wave dismissively, "Thank Agni." she muttered as she watched him leave to speak to her parents. "So Akane how was practice?" a mocking voice from behind her laughed. Akane whipped around and glared at the boy who had spoken, "Just fine, Huang!" she huffed, "And yours?" she questioned and smiled with satisfactory when she saw his ears turn red. Huang glared at his younger sister, "Well at least it didn't take me 2 years to learn one set!" he laughed referring to the set Akane had finally learned. Akane, unable to think of a comeback, turned her heels and walked into her house. She stomped into her room muttering angry words. She slammed the door and went to her bed to study scrolls. Lately life for Akane had been going from good to bad and bad to worse. First, the firelord had raised taxes to support new equipment causing Akan to find a job (working at a cabbage cart!), and then her favorite brother, Chan was drafted into the army to prepare for the upcoming war. "Stupid war." Akane muttered angryly and threw the scrolls to the side.
((Its also probably too short sorry!))
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Korra
Jun
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Post by Korra on Jan 24, 2007 17:53:16 GMT -5
((Ummmmm what Dazu said I'm unsure about it.....But I think I got the "OK"))
Aang opened his eyes and he was hit by happiness...... "The Chrysanthemum Festival is almost here!" shouted Aang as he jumped off Appa. Aang grabbed an orange off a tree and teared the skin off and took a bite into it. As Aang walked out onto the the path leading up to the Eastern Air Temple. "Wow, the Temple looks amazing for here..." Muttered Aang. It was a spendid sight indeed for you could see all the streamers and candles and banners al around the Temple. Aang marched off to the Food Court of the Temple and the moment he walked in, there was complete silence. Everyone had stopped laughing and talking and eating. No-one moved a muscle. Aang walked towards the counter where all the food was and everyone kept staring at him. Aang grabbed some oatmeal and some Mano Juice and sat down at his Royal Table where all the highly respected monks were sitting......Aang started eating like crazy hoping that everyone would stop looking at him. He then stumbed out of the room and then the talking began again. "This is gunna be one long @$$ day....." murmured Aang.
((If it's not long enought then srry......I'll try to post more, I gotta eat diner))
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Post by kaangluv on Jan 24, 2007 21:34:53 GMT -5
((OOC)) (Momo wouldn't be in the story; Aang found Momo in the Southern Air Temple in episode 3 of season one- after the 100 year 'timeskip', so to speak.)
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Rogue-Angel
Avatar Yangchen
The guy nobody notices until he's gone.
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Post by Rogue-Angel on Jan 25, 2007 6:42:30 GMT -5
The streets were quiet. Shinasha made her way through the city, towards the harbor. She was glad there were only few people in the streets; that meant there were less people who could recognize her and question her motives. It was a bright morning, and a warm breeze signaled the approaching summer. A few clouds dotted the pale blue sky above the city, which would burst to life in a few short hours. Shinasha had made her way to the city quickly; she was offered a ride by a friendly neighbor, when she lied about having an appointment with a friend and no means of traveling. In a half hour she had reached the center, and now she was heading for the harbor. To find a ship heading for the Earth Kingdom. She hoped there would be ships heading that way at all; the upcoming war had changed a lot, and her father had complained about difficulties in finding transports and raising taxes. As she proceeded through the streets, the cityscape changed. First there had been grand buildings; the royal palace in the distance, large estates, grand buildings, and many rich decorations. As she left the center behind her, the houses grew more modest, sober even. And now she approached the harbor, where houses made place for storage barns and trade buildings. Large, often shabby buildings with bleak wooden walls and high, tiny windows, if there were any at all. She rounded a corner and found herself looking upon the piers. Many large ships lay at anchor, loading and unloading many exotic and domestic goods. A pair of Ostrich-horses was led away from a merchant ships. Shinasha recognized the beasts, and remembered the good times she had riding such animals in Ba Sing Se. For a moment her thoughts drifted to the vast hills and mountains of the Earth Kingdom, and she longed for them. ‘Soon,’ she thought, ‘I will be there again.’ For a moment she lingered, and headed towards a smaller ship. It had sleek lines and a narrow bow, and the furled green cloth of the sails showed their origins from the Earth Kingdom. Stepping on board, she looked around. Three men were mopping the deck; all had muscular bodies, rough beards and shabby clothes. “How can I help ye, lass?” One of them said, quasi-kindly. -“I am looking for a transport to the Earth-Kingdom – is your captain, around?” “Aye, one moment.” Said another. He walked over to a large opened hatch just before the main mast, and yelled down. “Oy, Cap’n!” -“What is it, Kiro?” Sounded a voice from down below. It sounded firm, but kind, and definitely more civilized than the men on deck. “A lass ‘ere wants ta go across an’ asks for ye, sir!” It was quiet for a moment, and the shipmate went back to his mopping. “Sais he’ll be ‘ere in a moment,” he said to Shinasha, and she waited. Indeed, a moment later a fourth man opened a small door in the stern, and walked onto the deck. He was dressed in a large brown-leather overcoat, which covered all but two sturdy boots of the same material and color. He had a neatly trimmed beard, and a nasty scar running over one cheek. “How can I help you, younglady?” he said, and Shinasha recognized the strong, kind voice. -“I am looking to go to the Earth kingdom, and I would like you to take me there.” “Well, and what would a girl like you do there on her own?” -“I have received an invitation to the Chrysantheum Festival in the Eastern Air temple,” she lied, “And I am already running late.” She was glad she paid enough attention in cultural science class to know about the festival. “The air temple, you say? My, you must be something special then. Those nomads won’t allow anyone in there.” The captain said with a mixture of amazement and mockery. -“Well, a very close friend of mine arranged an invitation for me. Will you take me, or not?” “We’re not going that far, but for ten gold coins I can take you to Chameleon Bay. That’s not too far from the Eastern Temple.” -“And when are you leaving?” “You’re in luck. We’ve just finished loading, and we’re setting sail within the hour.” Shinasha sighed in relief. She took her backpack off, and retrieved her money pouch from it. Counting out ten gold coins, she handed them over and closed her pack again. -“So, where will my lodgings be?” “Down below. Down the stairs, first door on your left. It’s not big, but it beats sleaping with the crew. At least, for you.” The captain showed her to the described room. Indeed it wasn’t big. It was tiny; just enough room for a small bunk and a chest with a padlock, and two feet of walking space beside the bunk. Shinasha thanked the captain, and closed the door. Luckily it had a lock, and she turned it shut. Then she fell onto the bunk, bumping her head on the outer wall. She sighed. Finally, something was going exactly how she wanted it…
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