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Jun 24, 12 at 9:34pm ^Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
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THE BENDING GAMES
OOC | RP
A quarter-century has passed since the resolution of the Hundred Year War.
The tale of Avatar Aang and his friends will continue to be told long after their time.
With the world revelling in a new era of peace, the Nations have begun to focus on development and recreation.
Thus, the Bending Games were established. Every year, benders from all over the world come together to test their skills in wholehearted competition.
ARE YOU READY?
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Jun 24, 12 at 9:35pm ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
Waterbending is one of the four elemental bending arts. The ability to waterbend is used by members of the Northern Water Tribes, Southern Water Tribes, and Foggy Swamp Tribes.
Water is the element of change. The fighting style of waterbending is inspired by Tai Chi and is mostly fluid and graceful. By using focused and drawn out movements, waterbenders can shape, control, and manipulate water in any form; solid, gas, or liquid. Waterbenders deal with the flow of energy, letting their defense become their offense and turning their opponent's own forces against them.
Waterbenders draw their power from the moon and ocean spirits and are strongest at night when the moon is full. With the help of the full moon, extremely advanced waterbenders are able to learn to the ability to bloodbend. This technique manipulates the water within one's body, allowing the bender to move the person's muscles, and even crush their internal organs. However, this ability was declared illegal due to its dark, corrupt nature.
Earthbending is one of the four elemental bending arts. The ability to earthbend is used by members of the Earth Kingdom and its strongholds.
Earth is the element of substance, making earthbenders and their people diverse, strong, persistent, and enduring. Earthbending is inspired by the Hung Gar style of kung fu, and requires the execution of heavy stances with strong impacting movements, intended to match the earth's extreme mass and power. To increase their physical connection with the earth, some earthbenders travel barefoot. Most earthbenders are very familiar with the concept of neutral jing, which is defined by waiting and listening for the right moment to strike.
Some earthbenders are able to use their connection with the earth to achieve seismic sense; the ability to feel vibrations in the earth and detect movement which would otherwise be difficult to physically see. The sense acquires a mental image of the user's surrounding environment, providing them with 360 degree field of 'vision'. With this technique, advanced earthbenders can learn the sub-skill of metalbending. By sensing the earthen impurities within metal, earthbenders are able to control and manipulate a more precise, flexible substance. This skill was developed by Toph Bei Fong during the finals year of the Hundred Year War. It is still a rare skill, and was once taught by Toph Bei Fong herself at her Metalbending Academy.
Firebending is one of the four elemental bending arts. The ability to firebend is used by members of the Fire Nation and its colonies.
Fire is the element of power, consisting of overpowering force, fueled by the unflinching will to accomplish desires. Firebending is inspired by the Northern Shaolin style of kung fu, and is notable for its quick, successive attacks that take extreme power momentarily, much like an explosion. The art optimises a strong continuous offense, sacrificing defense for greater power - the principle behind a pre-emptive strike - making firebending the most offensive and aggresive of the four bending arts.
The art was learned from once abundant dragons, and is powered by the presence of the sun and the bender's own internal body heat. This sets firebenders apart from other benders because they are capable of producing their own element. Firebenders often employ circular motions and movements, so as to intensify their flames. Skilled firebenders are able to execute jet propulsion and control heat. The ability to produce and manipulate lightning is also a skill that can be achieved by advanced firebenders. This ability was once exclusive to members of the Royal Family, but has since been taught to everyday firebenders. It is still a fairly rare art form, and requires peace of mind to achieve.
Airbending is one of the four elemental bending arts. The ability to airbend is used by members of the Air Nation.
Air is the element of freedom. Airbending is based on the Ba Gua style of martial arts, also known as circle walking. The key to airbending is flexibility and finding and following the path of least resistance. Airbending is notable for being the most dyanamic of the four elements, featuring swift, evasive maneuvers that evoke the intangibility and explosive power of wind; drawing energy from the center of the abdomen. Maneuvers employ the entire body with smooth coiling and uncoiling movements, utilising dynamic footwork, open-hand techniques, punches, and throws.
Airbending is noted as the only bending art lacking a sub-skill. However, by bending the air around them as a means of decreasing wind resistance, or even using air as propulsion, airbenders are able to greatly enhance the speed and agility of their movement, reaching speeds and heights far exceeding those of any other bending talent. With the use of a glider, airbenders can also achieve mid range flight by bending the air currents around them.
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Jun 24, 12 at 9:36pm ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
It's impressive, you have to admit. The Arena is incredible. The tournament's being held at Gaoling this year, amidst the forest outside the city.
Pillars of earth mark the boundaries of the Arena. Officials are already stationed at each pillar, probably to make sure no one touches them.
It's huge. Probably even bigger than Gaoling itself. This year marks the 10th anniversary of the Games.
You make your way to the checklist, talking to all the important people, signing all the important papers.
The list looks pretty good this year. It's an achievement just to make it here, considering there are only 100 spots available.
Maybe you're from a wealthy family and managed to buy your way in?
Perhaps you worked hard to get recognised and received an invitation from the committee?
Whatever the reason, all you've gotta do now is wait and see which round you'll be placed into first.
Maybe make some friends, form alliances, discover who your enemies are, yada yada.
You can't hope to make it to the final event on bending skill alone. You need to know your competition; get a grasp on each player!
That's why you're here, isn't it? To prove yourself during the final round in the Arena with 25 of the best benders in the world?
Any way, you'll probably end up making a few mistakes; everyone does. Just make sure you learn from them!
It's exciting, really. You're as prepared as you'll ever be. This could be your big shot, after all.
Show'em what you've got.
HOW THINGS WORK
The tournament is comprised of 3 events. Initially, 100 players will compete - 25 Waterbenders; 25 Earthbenders; 25 Firebenders; 25 Airbenders.
Preliminaries: Four Nations' Force
4 competitors will take part; one of each bending element. From these four competitors, two teams of two will be created. All selections will be made at random. These two teams will face off on a Bending Battle Stage. Players must stand on their respective metal portions of the stage until the countdown to commence has completed; players are then free to move around the stage as they wish. The goal is to knock your opponents off the stage. The team with at least 1 player remaining on the stage will be declared the winners, and will progress to Event 2. Any player may forfeit before or during the event. Should a forfeit occur during the event, a time-out of 3 minutes will be called. After this time-out, the round will restart, provided each team still has at least 1 player. 50 competitors will be eliminated from the competition at the conclusion of this event.
Individual Rounds: One vs One
Two competitors of any bending element will take part. All selections will be made at random. These two competitors will face off on a Bending Battle Stage. Players must stand on their respective metal portions of the stage until the countdown to commence has completed; players are then free to move around the stage as they wish. The goal is to knock your opponent off the stage. The last competitor remaining on the stage will be declared the winner, and will progress to Event 3. Either player may forfeit before or during the event; the remaining player will progress to Event 3. 25 competitors will be eliminated from the competition at the conclusion of this event.
Final Round: The Arena
The final 25 competitors will take part in this round. Every bender for themselves, although there are no rules preventing 'alliances'. This event will take place in the Arena. Each player will be placed on a podium around a circle in the centre of the Arena - this year, the centre of the arena is an open field surrounded by forest. A countdown will commence, signalling the start of this event. Players are not permitted to leave their podium until the countdown has completed. The goal is to remain in the Arena until you are the only remaining player. Essentially, this is achieved by knocking out other players or forcing them into submission (by complete incarceration, intimidation, roughness, etc.) until only you remain. Any player may forfeit before or during this event. Should a forfeit (or previously mentioned 'submission' or 'knock out') occur during the event , the forfeiting player will be escorted out of the arena by one of the gaming officials. Any player who passes the boundaries of the arena, which are indicated by earth pillars, will be disqualified. Intentional modification of these earth pillars will also result in disqualification. 24 competitors will be eliminated from the competition at the conclusion of this event, and the remaining player will be declared the winner of the year's Bending Games.
THINGS TO NOTE
The Bending Battle Stage is inspired by the stage used in Earth Rumble 6; a very large platform made of earth. As mentioned previously in Event descriptions 1 and 2, metal portions of the stage are located at each end. The stage is surrounded by pools of water.
Spoiler:Bird's Eye View Example
m = metal portion
e = earth portion
w = surrounding water
*The surrounding water is there for waterbenders to employ; it is not part of the stage. Players who fall into the water are considered 'knocked off the stage'.
Gaming Officials mentioned in Event description 3 are distinguishable by their black uniform. They are located at the boundaries of the arena, and are also thinly spread throughout the arena. They are there to escort defeated or forfeiting players out of the arena safely, and to ensure that any fires are extinguished after the players responsible have moved on from the area. Interaction with gaming officials before submission or forfeit will result in disqualification.
Bloodbending is an illegal art and is not permitted during the course of the tournament. Should the final round last into a full moon, any waterbender found to have used bloodbending will be disqualified and turned to the law.
If they are able, earthbenders and firebenders are permitted to bend metal and lightning, respectively.
Fans and staves are the only permitted objects that can used during the tournament.
All participants are aware of the intensity and level of danger present in the events of the tournament, and completely understand that physical repercussions of any degree are highly likely.
All sitewide rules apply here!
Also, just a few things to keep in mind:
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Jun 24, 12 at 9:36pm ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
THINK YOU'VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES?
Send me a PM with your character sheet!
Name: What's your name?
Gender: Are you a guy or a gal?
Age: How old are you?
Nationality: Which nation are you from? This will determine your bending element.
Appearance: What do you look like? Be as descriptive as you want to be! Pictures are cool, too!
Personality: Tell everyone a little about yourself?
Backstory: Keep going! What else is there to tell?
Other: Still not done! Anything else we should know about you?
If you need an example of what to say, just look at my character sheet below! Don't worry about markup or anything, I'll take care of that!
Southern Water Tribe
Light bown-coloured skin; typical Southern Water Tribe complexion. Yahto has blue eyes and dark brown shaggy hair that reaches his shoulders when pulled on. He wears traditional Water Tribe clothes with navy armbands and a navy scarf.
Yahto is a generally nice person and easy to talk to. If you treat him kindly, then he'll do the same back. However, when it comes to competition, he can be very aggressive. He's impatient at times and never backs down from a challenge. This impatience, paired with his overdriven determination to win, sometimes leads to his ironic defeat.
Yahto began his waterbending training at the age of 12 in the Southern Water Tribe. He was guided in the art by Katara, who is considered one of the greatest waterbenders to have ever lived. He struggled for the first year due to his rushing-nature. However, he eventually got the hang of the basics after several forced practices. Soon after that, Yahto's training picked up speed rapidly. With his bending block gone, there was nothing stopping him from improving. He mastered the art of waterbending at the age of 16 when he completed his waterbending examination; a sparring session with his renowned teacher. He was truly gifted. There was one skill, however, that he could never get the hang of; Yahto could never tap into the healing capabilities of waterbending. He never needed it, of course, but it always bothered and taunted him. In any case, with complete faith in her student, Katara encouraged Yahto to try his luck in this year's Bending Games after she pulled a few strings with the tournament committee. He's never left the Southern Water Tribe before, so this experience is sure to be one he'll never forget.
Kristina Annabel Pebblington
Her common nickname is Tina, but some call her Kris (which she likes more...)
Stubborn, intelligent, dislikes being incorrect, sarcastic, boasts sometimes, tries to be fair, independent, strong, pessimistic (but not depressed or sad or grumpy)
Kris grew up in a family of earthbenders. Her mom, dad, two older brothers, and one older sister are all benders. She grew up learning how to do things herself. She could hold herself up pretty well in a fight, and she knows when she's reached her limit. Since Tina's the youngest, she often was picked on, and this has made her a strong, independent girl. Her parents supported her through and through, and they did what it took for all four of their kids to be wise young adults.
Kristina has been through many earthbending teachers, and he has seen it all. From soft, mumbling old men to strict women with whips, Tina has lived through every single one. She was determined to find the perfect teacher, and she did. Her current teacher, Mari, is strict and forceful. She constantly pushes Kris further and refuses to go easy on her. It's rock after rock after rock, and Kris likes it that way. She was also taught a bit of metalbending, but she is not an expert on that.
When she turned eighteen, Tina finally beat Mari in a fair match. Mari, who was finally satisfied with Kristina's work, announced that Kris was done. However, one person congratulating her was not enough, so Kristina went off to formally battle others. She has beat the younger two of her three siblings, along with other males and females her age. She was chosen to participate in the Games when a few of the judge-people saw her battling. They made note of her name and appearance, and here she is!
Tina's favorite colors are fiery red, dark purple, and forest green. Kristina loves the way that fire bending works. Although she is not a firebender, she finds the ability to create fire very amusing. She generally does not take kindly to airbenders (that IS her opposite element), and she thinks that waterbenders are okay.
She does have seismic sense (like Toph!), but she is not blind.
Derek Blaze Kully
dark, brooding, generally silent, pessimistic, gloomy, hot/short tempered, analyzing, calculating, intelligent, wise
Blaze's parents were protective, caring, loving, warm, and generous. They gave to the poor and hungry, and they taught their son about honesty, loyalty, and strength. So how did he end up like he did? Well, they died, of course. When Blaze was fifteen. In their will, they have every penny to their son, expecting him to use it towards school or charity.
Well, let me tell you, they were wrong.
Blaze used a bit of his money to get a respectable teacher, Master Toh (pronounced "toe"). Blaze learned the ins and outs of fire ending as well as how to defend himself from lightning and other elements. He mainly focused on defending himself from other firebenders and waterbenders (since they are opposite elements). Blaze used the rest of his money to buy his way into the Games, which is how he got to where he is today.
Blaze's favorite colors are black and red. He feels the same towards all other benders (that is to say, he feels nothing at all). At times he wishes he was not a bender, other times he wishes he was a different bender. However, he is okay with what he's stuck with... So be it.
Celeste does not appear as one of the “fire nation”. For, since at birth she had always been different. Rather than baring the ancestral dark brown eyes of her people she was born with the purest form of grey. “Cat eyes” some people would say when the flames perked around her golden skin. It was more of a lower class she resembled even though, the highest of classes she had been raised in. Proudly, her decision on uniform is more or less, none existent. At times she’ll be seen in a fire-nation uniform but mostly the earth nation’s; still baring the fire-nations birthmark driven in the back left side of her neck. Long silky ash brown hair falls down past her stomach often parted to cover the birthmark.
Temperamental is one way of describing the fiery woman. She’s like a time bomb ticking at times, other times she appears immature and rebellious. Constant mood swings fog her personality, rising from anger, happiness and sadness. However, Celeste has never been shown to show remorse or fear. Her enemy will never touch her cold dark heart, even if she keeps them close. If at first upon meeting her, she’ll great you in two ways; childish and warm or distant and cold… or just ignore you. In competing she is playful, aggressive and mimicking for seeing the enemy falling for her game delights her beyond.
Born and raised in the high class Vanour manor, Celeste was seen to be brought up in a wealthy snobbish behaviour. Wearing the finest of dresses, broken feet and geisha hair, she was promised at a very young age to a wealthy young gentleman. For the secret was that Mr. Vanour had wasted the family’s fortune by a business deal gone wrong sending the entire family into debt; until a perfect stranger appeared at the door with a smirk wiped across his smug face. “Dear Mr. Vanour, my master has sent for me to receive your oldest daughter in the hand of marriage,” handing Celeste’s father a contract declaring that the family would earn half of the annual profit they did before, bringing them out of debit. A week later, Celeste was brought to the well-aged Master Yen in the eath nation. The friendly old man was one of her main memories. He formally bowed to her, showing respect that most individuals would not. Beside him was a strangely tall woman named Ryla; the masters first wife. To the left was a young cheerful man with light golden brown hair and pure brown eyes; Cyren. And beside him was another young man that gave off a cold glare. This man, Celeste fond out, was to be her husband; the oldest of Yen’s sons Raikou. At the age of twelve she was wedded to him, just turning 16.
For four years she lived in the manor, training the advanced abilities of fire bending with Master Yen. Often she would catch her husband watching her with interest, that is, until her gaze met his. One day Raikou found her by a pond watching a Siamese fighting fish battle. It was the third time he had ever spoken to her, declaring her to show the training she had received. As his wife, she could neither accept nor turn down the battle offer. A playful smirk toyed onto his lips, “you are just a woman.” And so, the battle began. Just as quickly as they began, they ended. Young Master Cyren interrupted the battle announcing the news that Master Yen had been found murdered for bring one of the fire nation into his family. Who would do such a thing? After the ceremony, the new Master Raikou decided to flee the city and find a smaller town to hide away his wife. Along the trip, his mother had caught a cold that ended her life towards the end of the journey leaving Celeste to be the Lady of the House; receiving the news that she was NOT allowed to bend any further. However, Raikou had decided that since they were in hiding, the couple would have to pretend to be peasants, therefore stripping away their title and placing their fortune in a secret place. Upon seeing the husband and wife battle, Celeste only months away from being the age of eighteen, a traveller asked the couple if they were to join the Bending Games, announcing that it was a chance to show off their power; not recognizing that they were the Yen family. Making up a fake last name, the new Maikou couple began a new journey in their lives.
Tall and lanky, with pale skin and light brown, short hair. Typically wears loose, flowing clothes comprised of light browns and earthen reds. Does not have airbending tattoos.
Carefree and aloof to a fault, very little makes him angry or even concerned with the world. This can cause him to be distant and inconsiderate of others, though its not like he really cares. He loves fun above all else, and tends to grow bored of regimented activities, which is why he hasn't joined other air benders in following Aang and the "old ways." This shouldn't be confused for stupidity though, as he is also incredibly clever.
Little to his or his family's knowledge, his great grandfather was an Air Nomad who survived the Fire Nation raids, hide his bending, and blending in with the variety of peoples in the Earth Kingdom. Zehan is the only member of his family to have exhibited Airbending abilities, discovering them at a young age. Zehan grew up in a happy family of traveling performers, which he enjoyed greatly. Zehan has a great talent for music, playing nearly every instrument he's run into incredibly well. Around the age of 15 he went to the Southern Air Temple, which airbenders had reclaimed after the end of the 100 year war, but found their lifestyle ultimately to rigid and "boring", so he left after around a year. Afterwards he decided not to rejoin his family and travel the world on his own, practicing his own airbending while enjoying himself as much as he could. He decided to enter the games after meeting an acquaintance from his time at the air temple, and because he though it looked fun.
Zehan tends to avoid combat whenever possible, either through use of his speech, tricks, or airbending skills. He tends to carry around several musical instruments, the most prominent of which is a meter long bamboo flute which we also uses as a bo staff occasionally. Zehan picked up numerous tricks from other performers in his troupe, including knowledge of many "con-artisit" tricks and even some basic Chi blocking maneuvers. His most unique skill is a spiritual sense that allows him to "hear" the rhythm of living things, converting the minute movements of say a person and using airbending to turn them into music, which
Zehan can read and use to predict movements, emotional states, etc.
Southern Water Tribe
Medium in height wise. To start at the top, Allan has slightly longer hair than usual, with darker colored dirty blonde tufts that sort of spike up, then curl in the front, giving a sort of “Tidal-Wave” look to it. A black and blood-stained bandana covers his forehead as well as hairline, which also covers a large gash scar. His right eye too has several irregular gashes that go from the top of his cheekbone, up into his covered headband area. His right eye is murky white, and is void of the ability to see. The whole damage to that area has managed to give the skin a darker, and permanent bruised look to it. His left eye is fine however, even better than usual, somehow ranking in the less common 20/13. (Which is indeed possible) His face is a bit longer, with tufts of chin hair growing from his bottom lip down to the area where his neck and bottom jaw meet. The hair on the underside is the only dark hair however. He has an average build that’s scarred here and there with cuts, and burns. He wears an old sleeveless Southern Water-tribe shirt (Similar to the shirt that Sokka wears in warmer weather) that had been bleached by sun, and stained with blood, dirt, and various other liquids. The bottom portions, as well as parts of the right side, have been damaged by fire, as well as the whole wear looking as if it had been waterlogged for an extremely long time. It barely retains any of the traditional blue anymore. He wears simple black pants, as well as worn black boots. His hands are covered with bandages, but it could be seen by his wrists that there are severe scars that look to be the healed up tissue of 3rd degree burns. His skin color is lighter than that of the usual water tribe variety.
Allan was never, and will never be a people person. Though he acts friendly towards others, shows manners when needed, and does the occasional nice thing, he would never be constituted as a good person. Scarred by his childhood, he has grown to be a psychopathic individual whose soul purpose is to cause pain and misery whenever possible. He loves to torture people with his water bending, often using certain techniques, which all somehow connect towards damage to the lungs. Sure he will go with the normal blades of water, or piercing with shards of ice, but he really has an affinity for drowning. He’s polite towards women, showing a dislike for causing them pain, and has a deep love of animals. (Though isn’t afraid to kill, maim, or eat them, if the time calls for it.) When not in the mood for murder and mayhem, he’s very quiet, and very introverted. Loves music, and has a very picky pallet, though capable of eating anything, even if garbage. Though he is violent, he doesn’t hate people, and therefore can form bonds with others. He is very untrusting of people’s motives, but if he manages to make a friend, his loyalty will have him fighting till he is ripped to microscopic pieces for them. Experimental, in a sick and macabre way.
Allan’s mother, the child of a traitorous Fire-bender Guard, and a POW Water-bender had spent her life traveling from nation to nation as a small time thief living off the rich and the kind. His mother showed little talent in the Water-bending art, but was capable of the small tasked little things. She relied mostly on her speed and cunning. Anyway, Allan’s mother had eventually decided on visiting the place her mother used to call home, settling into the southern water tribe as the war was coming to an end. She had met up with one of the water tribe warriors, whom had returned home, fell in love, and had two children. Her eldest son, passing down the fire nation abilities from her father, had shown promise in the Fire-bending art, while her youngest, Allan, had shown her mothers side of the gene pool, having above average water-bending abilities, even for a youngster. The small family grew up happily together in the small village. Allan and his brother had become close, despite their opposite bending elements.
When Allan had reached the age of seven, and his brother ten, Allan’s mother had become restless in her new home, and wanted to go out and explore, just as she did in her younger days. With money saved up, the family of four took to the seas once more, ready to explore the new peace-filled world. However, just because the nations were no longer warring, did not mean the world wasn’t still a cruel place.
In the dead of night, the small vessel had been boarded by a gang of pirates, looking for water tribe goods to sell off. His father was the first to be struck down by the brigands, decapitated, Allan and his brother tried to fight back, but being as young as they were, had little to no affect on the sea hardened criminals. His brother had somehow managed to strike the captain however, scarring his face. The three of them were soon incapacitated, and tied up upon the ship.
After both boys were forced to watch as their mother was raped, by every person on deck, she too was killed in front of them. Last the brother who had struck out against the captain was covered in pitch, and lantern fluid, and was burned alive. Allan had freed his hands at this point, and did what he could to try and save his brother. Finding this action humorous, the pirates did not try to stop Allan, but instead watched his feeble attempts. Allan grabbed hold of his brother, despite the flames engulfing him, and pulled him to the boats edge, and jumping overboard, both fell into the ocean. It was too late for Allan’s brother at this point. His body was too badly charred and burned to be saved.
As a last ditch effort, Allan had encased himself, and his brothers corpse in a small bubble, letting him flow with the tides. Eventually he had landed himself on an uncharted island, one full of vegetation, wildlife, and shelter.
Allan, after burying his brother, and scarred with the memories beyond what any 7 year old boy should have, slowly went insane. Though he managed to care for himself, his view of humanity was a very dark one. To help with the insanity, he had come to the delusion that man was created on earth to be hurt by those strong enough to do so. Fueled by this delusion, rather than revenge, he worked hard through his loneliness, through his pain, both physical and mental, and worked on his water bending till he had become incredibly good at it.
Around his little island, when he managed to go farther out, he had discovered the wrecks of several different ships, whether they be water tribe or fire nation. He scavenged from these wrecks, building his escape plan from the sunken lives of many. (This is where he had found his wardrobe.)
By age 17, he had managed to pull together a raft, and sail his way to freedom. When he reached the mainland of the Earth Kingdom, Allan had thrown away his old life, as well as his old water-tribe name, and adopting the one he goes by now.
When back in contact with people, he had picked up the life his mother had, but instead used his abilities to harm, and torture the people. It was here that he had heard of rumors of blood bending, and it was here that he began to master it. It took him many a year; he had done it, and had turned it into a practical survival, as well as torture, tool. Though he longed to learn how to blood bend outside of the regular calendar, he had managed a different tactic which seemed to work fine in its own right. Once the blood was out of the body, it had shown to be much easier to bend, as it was no longer under the influence of the host’s body. He too had discovered many other uses for blood besides offence, as the blood had shown to have an increase in healing capabilities. Well some blood. Other blood has shown to have negative results, sometimes infecting the wound, doing further damage, or further exacerbating the wound to the point of fatality, causing the blood within ones own body to clot and thicken, resulting in death. It is an interesting use of the substance in his mind, and leads to many days of trial and error.
He had made a name for himself as a criminal. An enigmatic figure that kills in the night, leaving no trace. No one could identify what he looked like however, as those few who faced him, were never able to tell the tale. Whether through death, or severe mutilation. That isn’t to say that Allan hadn’t been subjected to defensive wounds. Sometimes he even almost faced his death, but managed to pull through by the skin of his teeth. He knew however that becoming too big a problem would lead him to face the wrath of the all powerful avatar, and that was something he had not wanted in the least. So he stayed a small time criminal, and tried his hardest to leave behind no clues. After all, people do disappear.
When Allan had just started to get comfortable, he had heard of this bending tournament, for those strong enough to test their might. People he could hurt. People he could ruin. It sounded like fun.
He had made it this year, just in time for a spot on the roster, and he was ready.
Despite him being an above average bender, he is in no way invincible. Has an issue with Air-benders the most, as he has encountered so little of them. Poor self control, sometimes going all out when unnecessary, and exerting too much energy. Winning the tourney is not his main priority. He could care less if he wins. He just wants to show off, and cripple people in the process. Has a distinct lack of people skills. Allan has a poor recollection of his past, and can hardly remember anything from beyond his arrival in the kingdom. His incredible vision in his left eye has granted him better accuracy, and judge of distance. Weak spots on his right side due to blindness. Has high fire sensitivity, especially in his hands.
Spoiler:Harvest Life; Kanade
Northern Water Tribe
Kanade is of average height and dark brown hair that flows to the back of her knees. Kanade finds it to be cumbersome but is not allowed to cut it. To keep it out of her way, she takes a lot of time braiding it rather eccentric hairstyles. With ocean blue eyes and coffee colored skin, she's quite beautiful. Her back is covered with burns.
Kanade is a very quiet woman. She speaks when asked a direct question and nods to show that she is paying attention. She is afraid of physical violence and has learned long ago that fighting back is pointless.
Kanade was born into an incredibly poor family living in the Northern Water Tribe. They were kind people but had no way out of their impoverished state. However, they wanted to give their daughter what they had never had. When a Fire Nation supply ship came with imported goods, the family was lucky enough to find that the wealthy captain was interested in their daughter. Captain Sheng stayed in the Water Tribe for longer then he was supposed to as he tried to convince Kanade to come with him. She agreed and married the captain soon after. At the time of the marriage, Kanade was sixteen and Sheng was 20.
Sheng had been hiding his true nature. It wasn't until after he married the Water Tribe girl that he showed it. He was ruthless and cruel. He began to beat his wife. When Kanade attempted to fight back, he would lock her in a room without food or water for days. When he did release her, he would continue the beating and she would be to weak to stop him.
Sheng, discovering his wife's waterbending talent, decided to have her trained by a master. Even though she began her training in her teens but excelled quickly. She became adept at taking water from the air or from deep inside the ground. She also discovered the ability bloodbend on accident. Sheng had hit her for burning his dinner and, out of reflex, she bended him. She was beaten for that as well.
Kanade and Sheng entered the tournament together even after Kanade begged him not to.
Though her husband is awful, Kanade is still in love with him.
Arengor the Third
Black hair, scar going over his right eye. He wears a black hood to hide his identity, black boots and gloves, he wears a black and red coloured armour and has a firebolt tataoo on his left arm.
Arengor doesnt take shit from anyone. His motto is go in burn them leave. Sometimes he even tortures them. When he is bored. He doesnt talk to many people. Only those he trusts. It is hard for people to earn his respect.
while growing up, Arengor found out he was adopted. From that moment on, he gained his personality(mentioned above). After killing his adopted parenys he moved in with his best friend, Muiri.
Arengor has a girlfriend, her name is Muiri, who is 18. Her grandfather and father both taught l him all about fire. Thus the reason he is very skilled at it.
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Jun 24, 12 at 9:53pm ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
Format will be as follows:
Match 00 - Waterbender, Earthbender, Firebender, Airbender [winners will be bolded]
Match 01 - Klin, Unamed, Unnamed, Unnamed
Match 02 -
Match 03 -
Match 04 -
Match 05 -
Match 06 -
Match 07 -
Match 08 -
Match 09 -
Match 10 -
Match 11 - Lakon, Nasuki, Ranmu, Zehan
Match 12 -
Match 13 -
Match 14 -
Match 15 -
Match 16 -
Match 17 -
Match 18 -
Match 19 -
Match 20 -
Match 21 -
Match 22 -
Match 23 -
Match 24 -
Match 25 -
I'll update this every time someone completes a match or discloses the identity of a competing NPC.
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Jul 9, 12 at 12:08am ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
There were only two left.
It was the very first match of the tournament and so far the firebender and the earthbender had been knocked out of the ring. The waterbender and the airbender were starting to get fierce. With every whip, every wave, every blade of ice the waterbender launched, the airbender manoeuvred around it with little effort. I guess that's how she managed to stay on the stage for so long without having attempted a single offensive move.
Soon enough, the waterbender's frustration had taken over. With an intense yell and a swift raising of his arms, the water in the pools surrounding the stage quickly lifted. With another grunt, the waterbender motioned his arms as if to punch the ground and the mass amounts of water that were suspended in the air around the entirety of the stage responded by crashing into the airbender with incredible force. Mesmorised by the incredible demonstration of power, the airbender had little to react and consequently experienced the full force of the pounding maelstrom.
The screaming crowds almost immediately quietened as the water swept off the stage to reveal the airbender, unconscious on the platform. More quickly than they silenced, the crowds erupted with noise and cheering once again. Seconds later, the airbender was taken off stage and sent to the healing chamber.
The waterbender, whose name was Klin, along with his firebending team mate were announced the winners of the match.
Even though the match was over, the crowd continued to overflow with hype. It was an incredible opening to the preliminaries. There were nine more matches today, another ten tomorrow, and the remaining five the day after. My match wasn't until tomorrow, but I couldn't help but feel as if I were missing out on something. I wanted to be on that stage now; no delays. I guess I'll just have to wait. To make things worse, we're not told who the other three competitors of our match are until a few minutes before the actual match. It makes things interesting, putting players on the spot like that. Although, I'd love the chance to meet the players beforehand for a little friendly banter. Just going to have to deal with it, I guess.
Nightfall came before long. It was an exciting first day of the tournament, lots of great matches. I don't think I could possibly be any more pumped for my match tomorrow even if I tried. I didn't realise it, but I had a long cheerful grin across my face just thinking about it as I lay wrapped in my blankets in the grass under a large tree. I would have found a room in Gaoling to stay at during the tournament, but it's so much nicer out under the stars. The fields seemed to glisten and glow a tender white under the moonlight. I don't know why I waited until now to leave the South Pole - the rest of the world is so much more interesting.
It was hard to fall asleep with so many thoughts running through my head. How will things go? I'll make it passed the first round, right? I flooded my head with questions, but soon realised that I needed rest if I intended on doing a good job and making a decent first impression. After all, I don't think any of the players are going to be forgetting about Klin any time soon; he's definitely someone to watch out for.
I forced myself to sleep, anticipating the rise of tomorrow's sun.
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Jul 10, 12 at 8:21pm ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
That gathered everyone’s attention as the short woman clutched her fists in a fit. “I could’ve been seriously injured! Or even worse… dead. You two didn’t even care!”
“Didn’t care? You and your boiling temper almost singed my arm hair! Luckily you can’t aim since you’re a girl!” Sexist pig. Two brothers… both she’d rather not be near. What had her father done to even get her into this mess? But that comment, she would not allow. Stepping forwards, she moved her right arm out straight, followed by the next facing another way- only to be stopped by a tall shadow towering down onto her. Darkest of pure chocolate eyes stared down at her without a hint of fear or remorse. Probably no emotion either. One large hand clutched onto her wrist, unbalancing her from her chee and sending an unsteady bolt of fire into the rubble of rocks. “That’s right, you can’t do anything to me!”
“Cyren,” the deep husky voice growled, not removing his eyes from Celeste’s. “I can. Now will you two stop this rubbish and grow up! I’m not a babysitter and don’t plan to be one anytime soon. If you immature idiots can get a move on, we might be able to make it to the next tournament tomorrow! If not, the spirits so help me, I’ll leave you both here together and go back to Omashu!”
“That’s mature how? Leaving two children to fend for their own selves alone… together? You’re mad!” Cyren hissed tossing himself to the ground with his arms crossed; gutted. Gazing at the brothers, the inherited traits of almost royalty appeared more evident than ever. The almost- sunless skin they shared, Cyren’s eyes with flicks of jade and his brown shorter tossed hair. Yet, Raikou was different. Unlike Cyren, his eyes were almost black with the darkest of hair. Their appearance looked nothing like brothers, along with their personality. Who was this royalty? King Bumi, their great uncle. However, the pair resembled nothing of the famous King. “I plead Raikou insane!”
“Shut up,” Raikou muttered, letting his grip on Celeste loosen.
“That’s a common word for everyone today, isn’t it? Cyren, shut up… I’m not too fond of the likings of it.” Glancing up, the childish boy gave a devilish grin before rolling to his side on the ground and pushing himself up with a boulder. “I could easily toss this at you lot but I’d rather live for another day. We shall be off, NOW! Ten minutes is up!” One thing Cyren was good at, it was hopelessly rambling and being on time with a giant sense of adventure. Small flecks of sun glinted in his determined eyes as he gathered up his belongings and tossed them onto the raised boulder before climbing onto it. “Well? I don’t fancy walking so how about we take a ride?” Raising his eyebrow, Cyren rambled on… of course. “Rai and I could push the boulder and that way, it’ll be quicker travel along without carrying everything and slowing us down even more!”
“You’re… stupid!” Raikou howled up towards his brother, clutching his fists together before a playful smirk lit up the corner of his cheeks. It was the first smile Celeste had ever seen. The husband she knew little about and the brother she knew too much about. “If we must, then it’s got to be done.”
“HELLO?!” Celeste called out, indicating that she was indeed not an earth bender and couldn’t bend the rocks herself. To her rescue a giant boulder suddenly hurled itself from the ground with her on it into the giant boulder that the two boys stood on watching with amusement.
“Sometimes the smallest things:
take up the most room - in your heart.”
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Jul 13, 12 at 1:31am ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
And with that, the day had come to a close, with the sky filling with stars. I hadn’t bothered going to the bending tournament for today. It was not yet my time to play, and I wasn’t going to waste time watching other people play. Besides, it was probably quite tame compared to what I’m used to. Knocking people back, doing minimal damage… All those competitors will do is come out with a few broken bones, or a concussion of some degree. All gutless sobs that couldn’t do any more real damage than a playful badger-mole.
However, I will be there tomorrow, ready to fix up the way everything is running. Make it work like it does in the real world. They won’t just come out with bruises. They will be in pieces, raining down in a fleshy hailstorm. They will coat the walls, and the ceilings, and all over the floor. It will be a revolutionary way for these children to learn how to play.
I got sort of giddy thinking about it. Almost made me lose control of the 2 little perfect spheres of crimson red ice I had been twirling above my fingers. They wavered a bit in the air at my misdirection of attention, but they did not fall.
I sighed again, continued to spin them faster, then leaned back against the gore spattered rock supporting my weight. Some of it still wet from the recent victim of my cruelty. It wasn’t unjustified however, as they were snooping around my camp. Getting into things, plotting things, begging for food after days of starvation, it was their own fault really. They should’ve known I didn’t like company in my sleeping space. I mean, who honestly camps out on the edge of a woodland area, far from a city or place he could rest at with other people about, if they wanted company. Idiot. Complete and utter idiot.
Isn’t to say he wasn’t comfortable to have about now. He’s so soft and squishy. Still warm too. Kind of comfy to sit on, or, as I was doing now, to prop your feet up. The man twitched every now and then, so I wasn’t sure if he was completely dead. It irritated me every moment it occurred, but it was bearable. I mean, with all those puncture wounds in his lungs, and the deep lacerations he had sustained over his entire being would no doubt hand him to death in a fast pace. Just look at all that blood draining out of him after all. Like stepping on an elbow leech after it had fully engorged itself.
My stomach growled. The whole thing made me hungry. I could totally go for a roasted elbow leech at the moment. Or a wolf-bat, or elephant koi, or something. I just needed something to eat. Especially if I were to be at full strength for tomorrow. Exhaling a soft sigh, I used my free hand to pull my small little satchel to my stomach, where I had rested it. I peeked inside, forgetting what I shoved in there. There were some nuts and berries, a few insects of various types, and a shriveled lizard of some variety. Shrugging, I skewered them all on a nearby stick, put them over the dying fire with an extended limb of blood, and let them roast for a few minutes.
Eating in silence, I knew I would have to make a pit-stop somewhere around town. Whether it happen before or after my fight. Before I could have it to eat afterwards when I would be the hungriest… But it could get lost or stolen, so afterward would give me a better guarantee of actually keeping what I find. Eh… I’ll decide when the time comes. For now I’ll simply enjoy my silence…
The man at my feet choked and coughed a little, lightly retching up some of the blood pooling in his lungs. I scowled.
Turning the two orbs in my hand again, they both melded together, forming a semi-long skinny spearhead. It hovered through the air to the fallen beggar, floating above his bare neck, and, with a drop of my hand, it too fell, severing the spinal cord at the base of the skull.
I smiled and sighed again at the sudden lack of twitching, and the complete silence that had befallen the area once more. As I said, I’ll enjoy my silence, get some sleep, and go and change the lives of a few families forever. I chuckled, letting the firelight glisten off of my teeth. Things were about to get messy.
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Jul 13, 12 at 6:59am ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
“Welcome everyone, to this glorious next day of the Bending Games preliminary matches! I hope you’re all ready for some powerhouse bending today, as we introduce our first team!” A straggly looking man stood in the center of the playfield, a microphone in hand. He energetically whipped his hand towards one side, pointing to two young men as they slowly climbed the steps of the Bending Battle Stage. They looked to each other, eyes meeting for an instance. No words needed exchanging for a common goal permeated that stare.
“On the east side we have Lakon, a promising waterbender hailing all the way from the Northern Water Tribe! It is said that once his icy fangs sink into your flesh, you’ll never escape! Joining him in battle is Ranmu of the Fire Nation! He’s entered the games today to show us the pride of Fire Lord Zuko’s Royal guard! Now, to their opponents, entering from the west side of the stadium…”
A young woman, obviously flustered, climbed to the stage alone, walking to her corner. Her face would have been red with anger were it not already coated in white makup and the marks of a Kyoshi Warrior.
“Introducing Nasuki, leader of the Kyoshi Warriors and a proud earthbender. Her teammate is… uh, not here?”
Murmurs rose throughout the crowded grandstands. Was this a forfeit, already? No, the game organizers seemed just as confused as the crowd, scrambling around to figure out where the competitor was.
“Just where did that slacker go?” Nasuki thought to herself, lightly biting the end of her preferred weapon, a fan. Her memory turned to the check in that morning, where she had first met her “teammate.” A good for nothing airbender who slept through the entire briefing to the combatants then disappeared before she could even speak to him about a strategy.
“Hm, well, if the competitor doesn’t show in the next 3 minutes, his forfit will be declared and the battle will commence 2 on 1!” The announcer said, looking up to the judges booth. Each second seemed to slow to a crawl, the combatants and audience growing more and more restless with each passing moment.
“Alright, combatant Zehan is disqual…” “WAIT!”
The announcer began to speak, but was interrupted by another of his staff pushing someone up the steps onto the stage.
“I found Zehan, he was sleeping in the entry tunnel!” He yelled up to the announcer. Zehan responded with a yawn, weakly stretching his hand up with a “sorry” gesture. He sauntered to his corner and slumped down to the ground, legs crossed. Nasuki smacked her hand into her forehead.
“Very well, the final combatant is Zehan, an Airbender. When asked for a comment to introduce himself, he simply replied ‘Whatever!’ Competitors, remember the rules. You must knock both opponents off the stage or cause them to withdraw from the match, the winner is the team that remains!”
The announcer darted off the stage. “Begin!”
Hope its okay if I write in the 3rd person.
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Jul 14, 12 at 4:50pm ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
OOC:: Yay! So happy! Can't wait for this.
*~Kristina A. Pebblington~*
I opened my mouth again, attempting to say something, anything. "I was chosen." I mumbled. Sure, it was a short sentence, but it meant everything to me. "I actually got into the Games. Thomas, look, I actually got-" "-into the Games. I know. You've been repeating yourself for the past hour." My older brother said as he filled up another mug with coffee. I sighed and folded up the letter. "Well, you have to be somewhat proud of me," I reasoned as I stood up from the table, "I was chosen as one of the top twenty-five earthbenders." Thomas shrugged. I gave another sigh, threw a rock at him, and headed upstairs to pack.
What did one need to pack for this type of thing?
I started shoving things into a bag, not really paying attention to what I was doing. I was thinking about the Games, and the people I would meet. The world's top one hundred benders... Who knew that I was one of them? Of course, some of them weren't that good. They just paid to get in. What's the fun in that? All that proves is that you have a bunch of money.
I zipped up my bag and headed downstairs. To my surprise, the whole family had gathered around. "Have fun, Kristina!" my dad said. "Good luck, Krissy!"
"Beat some airbending butt!"
"Break a leg, and an arm while your at it!"
"Make sure to brush your hair!"
I rolled my eyes at my mom's advice and hugged my family. "See you soon!" They all chorused as I stepped outside. "Wait... You're not coming?" I asked. "Oh, we might, not sure yet," My dad replied, "Depends on whether or not your mom wants to go." With that, he turned, the door closed, and I was officially on my way.
Where was I going, anyway?
I knocked and said, "Hey, open up the door or I'll do it for you. I need to know where I'm going." After five seconds of nothing, I dropped my bag, put my hands on the door, and ripped it open. My mom stood in front of me, holding out a brochure of sorts. "Kristina, here's your paper, you just have to take this and turn here, make sure that you take pictures and don't forget to go here oh not to mention the rock here don't bend it at all because it's a historic landmark and don't forge-" "Mom," I said as I gave her a hug, "I'll be fine. See you soon." She nodded, pushed me out of the house, and bended the door back together. I glanced at the now-crooked door and debated whether or not to fix it. I decided against it and turned, now ready to go to the Games.
--The Next Day--
What a day! What a show! The battles, the benders... Only the strongest stayed on the platform. Although some airbenders were too elusive. They didn't fight or do any direct contact, they would simply move and jump and dance. That definitely wasn't my favorite way to fight. If anything, that was my least favorite. Why avoid a situation if you could take it head-on? Why run when you can win?
Tomorrow that'll be you, a voice in my head said happily, Tomorrow, you'll be up there! I grinned at nobody in particular, then began to make my way to my room.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow... You're only a day away!
The song stuck in my head, and I couldn't help but hum along as I hopped into bed.
I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off, excited for the day to come.
Okay then, one down, one to go! ^-^
*~D. Blaze Kully~*
"I'd like to buy a pass to get into the Games," I said simply. The man behind the counter blinked and replied, "You have to be able t-" "I fulfill the requirements. Please, take a look," I said as I waved my hand at the papers that were strewn across the countertop. "Oh... I see... Very good... Okay, Mr.Kully, you are in. Here is your pass, present it when you are about to enter." "Thanks," I said curtly as I gathered my papers.
I exited the building and started to walk in the direction of the Games. I wasn't excited, nor was I disappointed. I had gotten exactly what I had thought that I would... Nothing more, nothing less.
Bending, bending, bending. That was the majority of the day. Fortunately, I had missed a match or two. Meaning two less battles to sit through, two less battles to wait through. This girl versus that girl, this kingdom versus that tribe. Quite honestly, all of the matches had blended into a big mush in my head. I had tried to remember a name here and there, but they were all gone now.
Jasper something? Someone Stevenson? I shook my head. Names weren't needed now... I still had another day to wait. And then I could go up on stage and show everyone... One more day, and my parents' money would actually have a use. I shrugged and slipped into bed, not bothering to turn off the light.
OOC:: Are we on the next day now? I'll post something up later. Sorry it took a little while... I've been busy at home, and my computer has been somewhat hard to access. Internet's being sketchy, links aren't working... Yeah. Alrighty then! Over and out.
“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
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Jul 15, 12 at 2:27am ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
Bright and early, ready to go.
Today was the day. I'd woken myself up early to ensure that I was properly prepared for my first round. In fact, the hour of sunrise had yet to pass. After packing up my stuff, I made my way back to the hustle and bustle of Gaoling. There's a modest atmosphere surrounding this place, which is surprising considering it's home to one of the wealthiest families in the entire Earth Kingdom. Speaking of which, I have to wonder if the Beifong family cares for the tournament this year? Perhaps they'll make an appearance amongst the spectators? Anyway, Gaoling; it's quaint, but by no means quiet. The early morning markets kept me busy for a fair hour; spending my Water Tribe money on petty merchandise and questionable souvenirs, grabbing a bite to eat, and meeting the locals. A charming morning, to say the least.
My time at the market stalls was interrupted by the realisation of the sun gradually creeping over the mountains in the horizon. I headed to the Bending Battle Stage to let all the important people in fancy clothes know that I was here and accounted for for my match later today. To my surprise, there were only one or two competitors hanging around the stage so far. Although, admittedly, it was still early in the morning. There was an earthbender dressed in typical Kyoshi Warrior garments, eagerly practicing on the stage; and an awkward-looking Fire Nation woman sitting in the spectators' seats who seemed awfully occupied with a bunch of papers. I guess she forgot to fill out her paperwork. I took a seat right at the top of the stands and played with the water in my pouch to pass the time.
As the hour passed, the crowds began to fill the empty seats. Before I knew it, the stands were full of eager spectators and the officials were already preparing for the first match. The screaming and cheering of the crowds became tame and the announcer stood in the centre of the stage with a microphone in his hand and crumpled notes in the other. He began with the usual formalities and then introduced the first four competitors. One of the match's competitors was the Kyoshi girl who I saw on the stage earlier this morning, who we found out to be the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors. Confusion loomed over the stage and the stands, however, as there seemed to be an issue concering the whereabouts of one of the competitors.
"What a spectacular start to the day!" I laughed to myself quietly.
The announcer was just about the delcare the missing player's disqualification when a loud yell came from the side of the stage. Everyone's attentioned shifted to the direction of the yell; there was a tall man in light brown clothes being shoved onto the stage. I couldn't hear what was being said, but the first few rows of the stands seemed to chuckle in response. The tall man turned out to be the missing the competitor, and airbender named Zehan. With that particular complication now resolved, the announced hurriedly left the stage and the match began.
I sat in my seat with keen eyes on the stage and the four competitors that stand on it.
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Jul 16, 12 at 1:30am ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
“God-dammit… You were fat for some starving peasant…” I muttered, shoveling the final bits of dirt into the deep grave. At the bottom, beneath the mounds of soil and rocks, had been the many little pieces of that deli sliced beggar from before. I never left a body, no blood, no matter how insignificant the person. Just an easy evaporation of the blood and all you have left is an iron powder. No one is any the wiser. It was surprisingly easy to get away with all of these crimes. Unless you had something to read minds, or broke under pressure and spilt your guts to some loudmouth or authority figure, it was impossible to be caught. Thank god we live in this time.
So I finished with the early grave, lifting my bandana to wipe off the sweat. I wasn’t too used to physically exhausting labor like this. If I could, I would just drill into the earth with a big chunk of ice, but the body was lacking all it’s liquids by the time I got far enough into the woods. There was just barely enough to fix up a small hand shovel. Guess I shouldn’t complain too much.
Throwing the blood shovel towards the air, it evaporated, leaving an iron dust trailing on the wind. It even twinkled slightly, just as the peaking sun had caught it.
I had fixed up the campsite, and cleared up the mess before heading out. In the end, I decided I would get something to eat now, considering my poor excuse for a kabob wasn’t filling enough for a child. Sure I had no money, but Gaoling would provide for that. After all, with the bending tournament, people come from all over either to compete, or watch. You got families, and friends of contenders waiting, watching, and giving their support, all with big satchels of cash to pay for their trips and food and such. And being a water bender, little blades of water could slice through a string rather fast without making any noise.
I mean, I don’t take pride in thievery. Something about it just rubs me the wrong way. It makes me feel dirty, and unclean. There’s nothing enjoyable about taking hard earned cash from hard working people. Why? I have no idea. It’s not like I don’t do anything more horrifying and brutal than that. After all, I am the guy that mutilates, and tortures people as a pass-time. But it is a way to live, especially as a drifting criminal. To be honest, it’s the only way to live. It’s not like I could hold down a job, get a place, have a family. Heh, could you imagine? I’d be caught immediately…
I shook my head lightly. Might as well just get it done, otherwise I’m not eating.
The hustle bustle life of a larger living community… I wasn’t used to it. It sort of made me anxious being around it all. That and there were more people here than usual. Reasons already explained.
I kept quiet, hands in my lap, watching as people walk back and forth, listening to their conversations, sizing up the perfect victim. I kept a tiny piece of ice in my hands, ready to cut away a loose bag when the time came to it. As people passed by, I tried to stay unnoticed, but the way my face looked made it hard not to get people who had to stare for awhile. Not to mention the clothes I wear. Old dirty, stained clothes from some water-tribe, I probably stood out like a sore thumb. Maybe I should invest in an eye-patch and some earth-bender clothes. Make myself a little less odd looking…
Time passed by slowly, but I kept myself patient, surveying every little person that wandered into view. All of them jingled, some more than others, but I had to pick my target as someone oblivious. All these people kept looking back, patting their sides, all sorts of tricks when the lightest breeze of air touched their money pouches. That or they were just too tightly tied, leaving no room for cutting. I had to find someone who was oblivious, and carefree.
And whadya know… Just what I was looking for.
Across the way, past some cabbage merchant was a small trio of people talking and laughing. Two women and one man. Judging by the way they looked, I could only guess that they were in the bending tournament as well.
The man looked to be about his mid-twenties. He was a tall slender man, holding a traditional air-bender staff in his hand. He had decent strong features on his face, as well as a thick enough beard to be noticeable from a distance. Atop his head was short dark brown hair with one of that traditional air-bender styled tattoo on his forehead. However, he donned a long dark green sleeveless flowing robe, which reached his shins in length. From his legs I could see that he was wearing green pants as well, and cut off at his elbows was the end of his green undershirt. All of it edged with gold and light green strips. The whole of him looked like middleclass Ba Sing Se citizen. He had a sense of happiness about him, yet stern. He was odd for an air-bender monk. Maybe he defected?
Next to him was the older, and tallest, of the two women. She had a smile on her face, but was rigid as a rock. I could only guess that she hated being around large groups of people, just like me. Her hair was short, black, and spiky in all different directions. Sort of looked like she got out of bed and kept it that way. On her torso she had an open grey vest with a dark red plain shirt underneath. That and the necklace she wore, I could only assume that she had been fire-nation. Her pants however were very similar to the mans next to her, in both style and color. The way she held herself gave me the impression that she was the one that wore the pants out of the three of them.
Last but not least, was the one in whom I intended on stealing from. She was quite happy, bubbly even, keeping her mind wandering, talking with her hands acting out the actions. She had what appeared to be somewhat decent clothes on, so I could only guess she was from a richer family somewhere from the outer ring of Ba Sing Se. It was a bit hard to identify her gender at first, as she had short, light brown hair that jutted straight down, and messy, loose, boyish clothes on, but they definitely fit her well enough, showing off her bosom and hips to the point of identification. She was either in her late teens, or early twenties, judging by her body shape and facial features. They weren’t too childish, nor too old. Her whole outfit looked basically the same as the mans, minus the clean press look of the whole thing. But most important of all, by her hips had dangled loosely what I believed to be cash. That one would be the best, and easiest to capture.
I got up off the bench leisurely, slowly heading towards the three. I kept my direction not towards them, as to avoid coming to their attention, but rather like I was trying to walk to the building to the left of them, or get into the common flow. To my disadvantage however, the shorter one was on my blindside, making the perception of this a tough one to gauge. I would have to be cunning with this one. After all, with success, she wouldn’t even know I had taken anything. And if I failed? Well she seemed too dim to put two and two together.
I held the ice in my right hand, melting it down, and moving the remaining water through my fingers. I had approached cautiously, trying to keep any hint of suspicious behavior down to a minimum. I looked here and there lazily, sort of slouching my back, trying to look uninterested, or bored. As I came with in grabbing distance of the pouch, I tried to keep looking head on, using my peripheral vision as my guide. I was readying the water to snip the loose strings, when the lady backed up, waving her arms in the air to add emphasis into the story she was telling. I stopped when I noticed in my hand was not the bag of coins, but rather a whole handful of warm cheek. She stopped talking and sort of sat still for a bit, shocked the whole thing happened. I too was shocked, but unlike her, I didn’t stop to think. Acting fast, I cut the string without a seconds notice, let the pouch drop in my hand, and I turned, with a big red face of embarrassment in front, and a pouch of money from behind. She too turned towards me, a look of amusement spreading across her face.
“You know if you wanted a squeeze all you had to do was ask.” She said in a somewhat seductive voice. I opened my mouth to say something but instead remained quiet. I couldn’t think for some reason.
“Um… yeah.” I muttered, looking to and fro, trying not to make eye contact. “I just… blindside… accident.” She chuckled at my loss of words, winked, and then turned back towards her colleagues after looking me up and down. Switching the money to my other hand, I turned back around, and went off in an opposite direction fast. I could hear the other woman mumbling something about a dirty water tribe street urchin when I left.
I sat down quietly at the table that the waitress had shown me to. She gave me a small menu of what I could order, said to call her when ready, and left me to my vices. I rubbed my eyes gently, putting the pouch on the table. There was enough in there to keep me well fed for a couple of days, and get me a trip somewhere, or let me go all out and have an extravagant night. Eh, I’d probably use it sparingly… Especially so I don’t have to go through something like that again.
My eyes wandered through the folded piece of paper, trying to find something not too expensive, but nothing too cheap or vegetarian either. There was some roast chicken, some rice and fish, some pork, some beef, something with a name I couldn’t properly pronounce. It all looked good. Especially considering the lack of food I had been enduring lately.
I waved the waitress over after deciding, ordered something called a beef n’ platypus bear egg sandwich with some jasmine tea to drink, and sat back in my chair. After all, it was cheap, but a sizeable sounding meal. How long would I have till my match? Well mine was at the end of the day, so there was no real need to rush, but I wouldn’t want to lose track of time either. What should I do in my free time then? I couldn’t go out and find some playmate. I would need my strength for the tournament, and I would need time for killing, and cleaning up the mess. Maybe I could take a nap or something? Maybe I should go out and meet with the other contestants. Know thy enemy, right? Eh…
I looked over at the pouch of money again; taking note of the rough material it was constructed from. Considering the poor look of it, as well as the poor look of the girl I took it from, I couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised by the amount of cash in it. Either she just liked looking poor, while carrying shit loads of cash on hand, or she worked hard to get this respectable amount of doe. I couldn’t help but sigh and put my head on the table. Why does stealing make me feel like this? I actually need it to survive! It’s not even that horrible of a crime! Kill a family of 4? No problem. Burn down a farmer’s estate with him still in it? Not a passing thought. Drown Timmy in a well? Sleep like a baby. But stealing some poor girl’s money? Feel like the lowest scum on the planet. You can’t explain that. Ah hell, maybe I should just return it to her… Then I won’t feel so bad. Maybe I’ll just break into some rich family’s homes later tonight. That way I know there is more where that came from.
“Beef n’ platypus bear egg with jasmine tea?” The waitress asked, holding the platter of food at shoulder height. The speed of the meal was definitely a good one.
“Yeah that’s me.” I answered, clearing some space for the meal, and putting the bag of money in my lap. The meal was placed swiftly, yet gingerly in front of me, making sure not to mess up or drop the food. I smiled, thanked the woman, then grabbed the meaty food in my hands, and started shoveling it down. I never had table manners, and now was no different. Halfway through the sandwich, I dropped it back on the plate, and picked up the teakettle. I began pouring tea into the cup, letting it splash around with lack of care, spilling onto the table. I chugged that, then went for another cup, ignoring the scalding warmth.
It was almost round 2 for that sandwich and me when I heard someone enter through the door to the restaurant with great bravado. I stopped for just a second, staring at the sound of the slam, just as everyone else had in the establishment. My heart sank a bit when it was the same 3 from before. Every one of them pissed beyond pissed. My heart sank, and I slumped in my chair. Guess that was that… I took another, more disappointed bite of my sandwich.
The older woman grabbed the waitress by the shoulder, and started talking to her angrily. I could only assume she was describing me from head to toe. She was wide eyed, but pointed toward my direction, looking to make sure I was still there. It was too early for me to run. I was still digesting sammich.
After pushing her out of the way, she made a bee line for my table, shoving chairs, or tables out of the way, despite if their were people occupying them. She was angry beyond what I thought she would be. Her eyes were sharp and penetrating like daggers, and her hands were literally on fire with white flames. I could feel the heat from a couple feet away. Behind her followed the man, and beside him the lady I stole from.
I tried pouring a third cup of tea before she had come up, but through the haste I had poured the entire thing on the table.
“Where is it?!” She shouted slamming her fists on the table, extinguishing them. I looked up at her and grinned a sheepish grin.
“I don’t know wha-“
“Cut the bullshit, where the hell is it?!” She snarled again. I sat still a little wide eyed. Without breaking eye contact, I held up the sack from my lap.
“You mean this?” I laughed half heartedly. She snatched it out of my hands and tossed it back to the woman behind her. She turned again, facing me. Her right hand stretched across the table, grabbing me by the lapel. Her left hovered by her head with the knuckles pointing toward her face, and her forefinger and middle finger pointing towards me.
“If I ever see you in my line of sight again, I’m pumping you so full of lightning that your heart will explode. You got that?”
And that’s another thing I don’t like. Being threatened. Most of the time it’s coming from the mouth of someone who can’t back it up, so I usually tend to lash out whenever it happens, showing them who the real threat is, and that they should be kissing my ass. I tried to bite my tongue however. I knew she was just protective is all. After all, she is the alpha of the other two. Anything that happens to them, she is the one to respond for them.
“I couldn’t hear you? You deaf? Or just plain stupid?” She threatened, squinting her eyes at me.
“I’m sorry I stole your money.” I muttered, trying to put forth some sort of sincerity. She didn’t like my tone of voice, I could assume, as she aimed her fingers at my junk.
“I’m not liking this attitude of yours. How about I blast your nuts off? Maybe you’ll show a little respect then?” She muttered through grit teeth. I just couldn't handle it now. I tried being nice.
“Here's a thought. How bout you open that big mouth of yours and blow me instead?” I chuckled, making a blowjob gesture with my hand, tongue, and cheek. The second I did it, I regretted it.
Her face turned white at my display of disrespect. She must be used to intimidating people without much friction. Oh how she was pissed. She reared her hand back, turning it into a fist once more, with intent of blasting me in the face with white hot fury. The man started with, “Lyla don’t!” reaching out to the woman, but was too slow. However, I was quicker on the draw, bending the tea from the table into her face as a block of ice.
The force sent her off balance and back into her partners, stopping the strike from continuing. With a smug look on my face, I pulled the tea from the floor and the ground, hovering it around my bandaged hands, moving into a combat stance. If she was willing to fight, I would take her down, right here in the restaurant. Her friends grabbed both of her arms however, holding her back.
“Lyla! He’s not worth it!” The woman called out. “You know you won’t be able to compete if you fight him here!” The man growled to her. She kicked and struggled to get out of their arms.
“I’m gonna kill him! I’m not gonna stop until every piece of him is charred and burnt to ash! I’m gonna shove that table leg so far up his ass, he’ll be tasting splinters!” And other sorts of threats were uttered through her mouth.
What really caught me though was the lack of competing if we fought here. I didn’t remember reading any of that in the paperwork. Maybe it’s an all around, no need to be written rule. Whatever the case, I wasn’t looking to be disqualified before I even got to do anything. I simply took this as a chance to leave. The three of them were occupied, and with all of this going down, some earth-bending guards were going to show up sometime or another.
I grabbed the sandwich, taking a bite, and then turned to leave. I sort of twirled around them, and waved goodbye as I swallowed the chunk of food, racing for the door.
“YEAH YOU BETTER RUN YOU COWARD!” Lyla screeched at my departure.
Laughing, I slowed down. I was in no doubt a good distance away from that trio of angry benders. Good to see I’ve still got the charm of a catfish alligator. Stopping to breathe, I chuckled some more before stretching my arms back, and finishing off that sandwich. It probably wasn’t the best idea, as I could feel some internal discomfort from the already digesting food.
I walked on again, stopping till I found a free bench. Taking a loud grunt next to some kid, I rested my arms on my legs. I took this as a chance to regain myself, letting everything settle down. It was a nice resting place. Due to the start of the matches, no one was even here anymore. A bit of a switch up from what was happening here mere moments ago. I sighed again, recapturing my breath.
So, now that that is over with, what should I do? Just waste time around an empty town? Go bother some more people? Or should I just chill at the bending arena till it was my turn up on stage? The last one seemed best, considering I wouldn’t have to run into little miss sunshine again without worrying about getting my jimmies burnt off… Yeah why not…? I might even catch the first match before it’s over. It’s not that late anyway…
God I hate waiting…
I arrived at the bending arena, with the first battle still raging on below. The crowd around me cheered and shouted happily at the rough display of the combatants. If they think this is fun, just wait till I’m up. I’ll be making heads roll, if not literally.
I rested my right side against a wall, right at the entrance to the seating area. I knew there would be no more good seats available. Plus I didn’t want to push through an ocean of people to get there anyway.
A small burp came up past my lips, not even bothering to cover my mouth.
“Ugh… Bile and eggs…” I whined.
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Jul 18, 12 at 10:55am ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
The crowd cheered as the battle began. The benders dashed forward, eager to begin their journey to the top of the Bending games. Well, all except one. Zehan continued to sit in his metal corner, head drooped down. Ranmu looked over to his partner, who nodded. With no words both understood the tactical advantage they had. Even if two bodies were on the other team, obviously only one enemy was there, a sitting target to simply plow through. Lakon moved first, sending a stream of water swirling towards Nasuki. In response she slid to a halt, opening her fans. A quick motion brought a large slab of rock up from the field, stopping the stream of water. Nasuki stomped her back foot on the ground, pulling her arms in to prepare to launch the slab at her water bending oponent but stopped midway through the motion as a blast of fire flew in from her side. Ranmu had dashed next to the destracted warrior and let loose a flurry of attacks, flames dancing through the air. Nasuki barely dodged by dashing into her own rock slab, breaking through it easily, but suddenly found a thin stream of water wrapped around her waist. She was lifted off the ground and thrown towards the side of the arena. In desperation Nasuki closed her fans and stabbed them into the stage, barely grinding to a halt at the edge of the arena. She looked over to her “partner”, who still hadn't moved a muscle, gritting her teeth.
She stood up slowly, her breath heavy and labored.
“I suggest you give up. Your earth bending is far too slow to handle the both of us.” Ranmu stated plainly. His voice seemed totally sure. “I have no desire to harm a lady like yourself.” He added.
Nasuki stood up straight, eyes locked on the young fire bender. “Go jump in a lake!” She spouted, lifting a stone from the ground. She opened a fan and sent the stone flying towards Ranmu, but a large wave of water knocked it out of the air. Lakon laughed lightly.
“You want me to finish 'er off, Mr. Chivalry?” A large grin etched across his face.
“No, I will handle this. Just go knock that air bender off the stage.” Ranmu said as he widened his stance. He moved his hands around him, the subtle buzz of electricity building up in the air around him. He jammed his hand forward, fingers outstretched as a bolt of lightening arced forward. Nasuki brought a chunk of earth to shield her as the lightning approached.
The earthen wall exploded as the lightening hit, dust and rocks flying through the air. As things began to clear, Nasuki was no where in sight.
“Looks like Nasuki is out, now its all up to... Wait a second!” The announcer said. A gloved hand lifted up on the stage. Nasuki's painted face appeared, struggling to return to the stage. He feet were slammed into the side of the raised arena, giving her a small foothold to keep her off the ground and in the match.
“Interesting, but futile. I'll...” Ranmu said, but was interrupted as a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, right up in his face.
“Yawn. Why are you guys so noisy so early in the morning?” It was Zehan.
Near the other corner Lakon did a double take, not realizing Zehan had moved, much less all the way across the field. Ranmu took a step back as Zehan pushed his open palm in his chest. A huge gust of wind blew through the stadium, sending Ranmu spiraling through the air and off the field.
“That, that was just a lucky shot!” Lakon yelled, ringing a ring of water up around him.
“No...” Nasuki thought to herself. “It wasn't luck. That guy stepped into Ranmu's space, breaking his stance before attacking, that was a technique to use his opponent's own power and weight against him.” She climbed onto the stage, holding one of her arms that was still numb from the lightening impact.
Zehan yawned. “I'm tired. I quit.” The stadium fell completely silent as he slowly walked to the side of the stage, jumping off quietly. He walked over to the stands, pressing his back against them and promptly fell asleep.
“And after a fearsome battle, the last bender standing is Nasuki! She and Zehan will move onto the next round!”
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Jul 19, 12 at 2:00am ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
Kanade smiled as the sleeping Sheng's arms tightened around her. The morning light spilled in from the window above their bed. Sheng mumbled something that sounded like "sea pickles" into his pillow. The waterbender giggled, trying to wiggle out of his arms without waking him. The attempt was futile because he hugged his wife closer to him.
"Trying to escape me?" Sheng's voice tickled her ear. Kanade twisted around and was rewarded with the dancing eyes of her husband. She could tell that this would be one of his good days. He pressed his lips against hers and she melted like ice in fire. The couple lay there for a moment, exchanging kisses, and enjoying the mutual good mood.
"Sheng," Kanade began. "You didn't forget about our match, did you?"
The firebender chuckled, "How could I forget. Are you excited?"
"Of course, but I'm worried they'll laugh at me." Sheng kissed her forehead gently, "When they laugh at you, I'll be sure to destroy them all."
She let the conversation drop there and decided to change the subject, "Should we get up now?" Sheng groaned but sat up and reluctantly got out of bed. He was beautiful, with dark hair that fell to his shoulders. How he managed to turn his hair into a successful top-knot, she couldn't figure it out. He fixed his hair with skilled and efficient motions and held it in place with a decorative pin from home. Kanade lifted herself from the bed and walked over to the outfit she'd laid out for herself. It was Water Tribe clothing. She hadn't worn it in years. She pulled a light blue kimono-like top with white lining around the neck and down her front. The garment stopped at her mind thigh. She put on her baggy darker blue pants. Kanade finished off her outfit with light blue gloves with wave designs, and a choker necklace with the carving of a snowflake. Sheng had given it to her when he proposed but he'd also given her a solid gold ring with the Fire Nation symbol carved into the Water Tribe's emblem.
Sheng turned around, also fully dressed. He wore a simple red top and a pair of mud colored pants. He tied a sash around his waist but other then that and his headpiece, he was free of extra adornments. He walked over to Kanade and kissed her nose. His hand reached past her and gripped a brush from the dresser.
"Let me help you with your hair. I braid better then you do."
She nodded, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of Sheng while he combed out her long hair. Sheng took his time braiding her hair and she allowed herself to relax as he worked. He was calm for once. Maybe this was going to be a good day for him. Unless they lost. Oh god, if they lost... He'd kill her. Kanade's hands began to shake slightly but she clasped them together in her lap so he wouldn't notice.
Kanade pushed herself onto her feet and glanced in the mirror. Her hair had been braided into crown around her head and then she had a ponytail with many smaller braids that had been tied together into one plait.
'Thank you, Sheng," she cried, pulling her husband into a hug. "Sheng! Our fight's second to last, isn't it?"
The firebender nodded. Out of sheer luck, the couple had been put on a team together. Kanade wasn't sure if Sheng paid someone off or if it really was just a stroke of luck. "We should get going, let's go, Kanade," Sheng said, though it was more of a command. The waterbender followed and they were soon out on the crowded streets of Gaoling. She walked nest to Sheng but let him lead. She hadn't been to the arena because he hadn't let her go with him. She wanted to ask him how long they would have to wait until their match, but she knew that he didn't like her to speak in public.
They walked up through the seating area and found seats in the upper middle section of the stands. It was hard to see the stage but it was much better then some of the other seats would have been. Kanade watched the waterbenders with interest, trying to see if anyone had any kind of special talents. She noticed that most of the waterbenders were male. In fact, a lot of the benders in general were male. They really were going to laugh at her. If not for her odd bending style but for her weakness.
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Jul 20, 12 at 8:32pm ^re: Avatar: The Bending Games [PM] [M] [C-B] Always looking for new benders!
What a match! It was only the first match of the day and we've already been treated to a little lightning showcase. It wasn't entirely impressive - the firebender did lose after all - but the crowds always love the bright visuals.
Nasuki and Zehan came out on top, so they'll be competing in the next event within the next week. Just the thought of the one vs one rounds is enough to get me worked up. I've gotta stay collected, though. My very first match is later this afternoon and I don't think I'd be very happy with myself if I had to go back to the Southern Water Tribe so soon. I wouldn't even be able to look Katara in the eyes.
Negative thoughts aside, I decided to take a break from the roaring of the crowds and the action of the competition. I made my way back to Gaoling and looked for something to occupy myself with. The gentle breeze during my walk there brought with it the breath of grilling meat and the promise of an early lunch. I guess a couple of the market stalls were still up. I found a charming little stand owned by an elderly man in Water Tribe clothing; there were actually only two stalls left in the courtyard, and one was in the middle of packing up. Perfect timing if you ask me; if there's one thing I did miss, it was Water Tribe food. Earth Kingdom food just doesn't cut it. I took a seat on the stall bench and enjoyed my seal jerky and sea prune soup. Ah, the tastes of home. The man, whose name was Kyoh, kept me company with pleasant conversation about Water Tribe related happenings.
After I finished, I kindly thanked Kyoh for the friendly chat, extending my appreciation in the form of a generous tip. He gifted me with a small bag of the remaining seal jerky he had left as he began packing up his stall. I thanked him once again and turned around to leave.
"Outta the way, chump."
I was pushed aside by a large man in brown clothes, making me drop the bag of seal jerky. His presence brought the immediate smell of filth and cheap cigars.
"How goes business, Kyoh? I hope it's good. Better be, for your sake."
"Y-yes... it was a good morning... bu-"
"Ok, ok, ok. I don't got all day, old man. You know how it goes. I'll be taking half of your earnings for the week."
I picked myself up off the ground and stared at the large man from behind with a look of confusion.
"C'mon, Kyoh. My friends and I can't guarantee the safety of your little home if you don't cooperate."
"P-please, Marco, I can't affor-"
"Now, old man!"
What the hell was going on.
"What do you think you're doing!?" I questioned the brute. "Is everything ok, Kyoh?"
"How 'bout you keep your nose outta other people's shit, kid." He turned to face me, looking angered.
"That's not going to happen any time soon. I suggest you leave Kyoh alone, before someone gets hurt."
"If you don't get the hell outta here, that 'someone' might just be you!"
With that final threat, he stomped his right food into the ground and pushed his fists forward, launching an edgy diagonal pillar of earth into my chest. It caught me off guard; I was barely able to shield myself with my arms as I was thrown a small distance onto my back.
"I'm not going to warn you again, kid. Get the *bleep* out of here!""
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