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Post by Astrinal on Jul 11, 2016 23:06:55 GMT
WARNING: THIS THREAD IS PRIVATE! ONlY Cataclysm Tigersprint Gateway Tardigrade Astrinal Taggon CAN POST. THANK YOU!with power comes great responsibility--The avatar has disappeared, and war is brewing. The four nations erupted into a state of crisis when the Fire Nation decimated the Air Nomads, wiping the off the face of the map. With such an act of destruction, the other nations are preparing for war. The Earth Kingdom create walls and blockades, and the Water Tribes of the north and south remain oblivious of the new war. With the new war, there's always a retaliation group. With a captured fire nation vessel, a group of four wanderers strive to fight against the Fire Nation. And these are your heros. What lies before them? What must they fight to achieve there goals? behold, Book I, Avatar: Terror Edition
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Post by Astrinal on Jul 11, 2016 23:07:45 GMT
T H E S T O R Y
P R O L O G U E
"fate brings the bravest of warriors together."
It's twenty years into the war, and our heroes (Larric, Kwan-Ji, and Keya) are prisoners on a fire nation scouting frigate. The ship, commanded by commander Scorjje's fleet, is on a mission to conquest the southern coasts of the Earth Kingdom to cut off trade. As the trio is held prisoner, they convince a prison guard, named Zhi, to let them go and ransake the ship. They let any other prisoners free, and lock up the remaining crew in the cells. After there achieved mission, they get to know each other, and decided to give hell to the fire nation.
A few weeks later, after being on sea, they dock in a large Earth Kingdom village and trade off there fire nation prisoners, and free the remaining earth kingdom citizens. While they are in town looking for improvisations, a girl named Kiowa talks the group into letting her join, even though she isnt a bender. From there, they leave port and set out on there mission to screw up the Fire Nation in any way they an.
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Post by Astrinal on Jul 11, 2016 23:07:55 GMT
kiowa tao | female | 17 | earth kingdom | firebender | heterosexual
Name Meaning:KiowaKiowa means Fear, or stone persona in many languages. TaoAccording to ancient literature, Tao means 'force of the universe' or 'force of nature'.
ATTRIBUTES▬ hairKiowa has raven black hair with a red streak in one of her bangs. To her, it's a symbol of her family's honor, mostly a reminder that she must claim revenge on the people who killed her mother, and took her father. Her hair at shoulder length, and waves a bit at the ends. ▬ eyesKiowa has coal grey eyes, which flash ember sometimes. Her eyes are wide, which exaggerates her expressions. With equally long lashes, her eyes are pretty and irresistible. ▬ bodyKiowa is lean and extremely fit, the body of a swordsman. Unlike her supposed earth kingdom family, Kiowa is capable of incredible speed. Much like the firebenders of the fire nation, a bloodline that Kiowa is unaware of. Kiowa is almost like a razor blade during battle. She stands at a short 5'6 height, and weights 120lbs. ▬ featuresKiowa has burn marks down her back, with a tattoo of her earth family's crest. on her shoulder. These things are usually covered up with clothing. The rest of her looks virtually flawless, her skin a pale tone. Kiowa wears dark clothing, mixed of greens and blacks. medium fiitng pants, short sleeved vest with a crossing neck collar, gloves, and a set of arm bands on her upper and lower arm. PERSONALITY▬ your not the boss of meKiowa is a very stubborn girl, hard to push over when she has a goal set in mind. As an only child in a village filled with benders, Kiowa had to prove that she wasn't powerless, even if she wasn't a bender. She makes holding her ground look easy. ▬ heart of fireKiowa doesn't know her limits, no matter the situation. According to her, she knows when to stop when the other person is beaten, or when she has won. She's unafraid to cross any boundaries to prove she's right, or that she isn't beaten. ▬ space is the best medicine Kiowa tries to keep her personal beliefs and feelings at a good distance. To keep her strong persona, she cannot afford any heartfelt feelings to get in the way. From personal experiences, it creates a trainwreck. Most of the time it's pretty monumental. ▬ valor is key Even in the worst of times, Kiowa isn't afraid to throw herself into a risky position. She will do anything to win a conflict, even if it risks her own well being. However, she doesn't see this as courage, or selflessness, but she sees it as a chance to kick another person's aft. ▬ the nation of fireKiowa hates the fire nation. She had a rage towards them she cannot describe. They burned her village, took her father- an earthbender- and killed her mother. Knowing that it made her helpless, when she could have done something- ticks her off. All she wants to do is settle the score, killing anyone of the nation. Like her personality, she doesn't cover her hate. HISTORYFLAWS / WEAKNESSES▬ kiowa cannot bendAs far as Kiowa is concerned, she is a normal Earth Kingdom kid who likes swords. That has never been the case, due to the origins she is unaware of. As a child, her mother- the wife of a highly involved fire nation general- gave Kiowa away to protect her from the nation. To live a normal life away from the war. Due to this, Kiowa is entirely untrained, and is oblivious to her potential. ▬ words are troublingIf you mix Kiowa's rage and words together, you get a mess. A yapping mess that simply wont shut up. A mad Kiowa can also do some rash things, even if she doesn't realize it. If Kiowa is angered during battles, you've clouded her judgement on choices, but she'll be twice as edgy. FAMILY / ACQUAINTANCES STATUS
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Post by Cataclysm on Jul 11, 2016 23:08:26 GMT
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Post by Tigersprint on Jul 11, 2016 23:13:40 GMT
~Reserve for character app~
Kaya is a twelve year old girl from the southern water tribe. She has short dark brown hair tied up in a bun and dark blue eyes. She wears the standard tribe colors on her coat, and is able to water bend. She is not well trained at all in water bending, and is only able to make a trickle come through the air before it collapses.
She is a shy and intelligent kid, but not very confident, making it hard for her to show anyone what she has learned in the way of water bending. She usually practices alone by herself in the early morning when no one else is awake.
When the fire nation came, no one was ready, and she was grabbed and stuck in a cell without any explanation besides the fire nation had seen her bend water. |
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Post by Gateway on Jul 11, 2016 23:26:16 GMT
Zhi Liu
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Physical Key Points:- Height: 6ft 1in
- Weight: 160lbs/73kg
- Build: Mild Muscular
- Eyes: Amber
- Hair: Black and straight
Description:Zhi is honestly fairly average for a member of the Fire Nation. He is well built, albeit light, for a soldier and keeps his hair short enough to be kept in a tidy ponytail. He, much like his sister, has large, expressive eyes and a tapered chin, but has amber eyes rather than grey. Generally, he wears red, black and occasionally gold, having a taste for Fire Nation fashion. His body is well taken care of, being a former noble, and is clean shaven. Zhi never lets himself remain dirty longer than necessary, so he is rather clean at all times. Take note of the possibility of a plentiful amount of smug grins. Bending Capability:Life long tutoring has it's benefits, as does the military training program. Zhi is a skilled bender, but lacks any specialized techniques, just the ones found in a generic bender. While he's formidable, he's predictable.
Personality Key Points:- In A Few Words: Prideful former noble
- Desires: Finding his sister, establishing equality to the 4 Nations
- Disgusts: Filth, laziness, generally not being his status, honestly
- Positive Traits: Confident, proud, encouraging
- Negative Traits: Prick, nagging, rude, snobbish
Description:Coming from his noble heritage, Zhi is very proud to be who he is, and is very uptight about keeping to his roots. He believes others should have the kind of productivity and confidence he does, and sometimes goes out of his way to encourage others, well, sometimes it's pretty rude but he's trying. He's basically a prick with good intentions for those around him. How this even really makes sense he doesn't understand because he wouldn't stand to be called anything rude. He will stand for himself, but is usually pretty headstrong about it. One could easily just fool him, rather than take the man head on. It's pretty simple to get to him if you understand him. He's actually not that tough, just strong in a few select ways. |
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Post by Tardigrade on Jul 11, 2016 23:50:12 GMT
[Unfinished]
Name: Kwan-Jin / Katsu
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Home Nation: Earth Kingdom
Personality: Quiet and Somber, Kwan-Jin is a calculating person. As per his training into the Dai Li, he is an expert and keeping a straight, unreadable face, and reading what he needs from others. The mission demands that he must avoid faltering in his acting at all costs, meaning he cannot display any emotion he feels when out of disguise.
Katsu is proud and arrogant, looking down upon the other nations as if they were no more than dust under the plodding feet of skunkpigs. He is quick to judge and slow to change his mind about his beliefs. However, he is not shy from having pleasant conversation with those who he deems worthy of his presence.
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Post by Taggon on Jul 14, 2016 15:00:12 GMT
Hieght:
8 ft
Appearance:  Scorjje’s skin is a leathery, worn dark grey, with funeral black creases. His form is twisted, his hands and legs seemingly withered, yet standing strong. His Eyes blaze like silver fires, flames that burn lustfully for violence, glistening with insanity and rage. Scorjje’s limbs are thick, however this is only due to his practices of ripping humans sinew by sinew, and tearing through flesh and armor in order to slaughter his enemies brutally. When Scorjje is in worse moods, he keeps himself cloathed ina thick musty grey cloak, which is tattered at its ends.
Scorjje carries on his person a six foot tall scythe, a jagged blade thin, yet large enough to cut through solid iron if wielded with enough might. The blade is slightly dull, designed for butchery. Scorjje often has it upon his back, as his hunched walk carries him across any battle field. Scorjje has claws for hands, claws that are powerful enough to break a human skull if given the chance. Most would expect his weight to cause him to stalk with heavy feet—surprisingly, Scorjje hardly makes a sound with his feet. It is his coarse breathing that might attract attention. A rasp that increases in it’s quick rhythm as Scorjje get closer to eliminating someone.
Personality: Scorjje is not just a person. He is persons sewn into one.He is Rage: He boils and bristles with a blind madness, which broils within at outstanding temperatures. He hates, he roars, and he is obsessed with taking out his fury upon his victim in whatever way he can. He is addicted to the feel of heartless anger, and methods of causing discord and strife, and the eagerness to control.
He is Tainted: He is not a witless creature. He knows what words are, he knows how they can pierce a soul like a spear. He knows what to say, and he can manipulate as he articulates. He is aware of what is around him, and how he can use this to his advantage, all the while gradually bending his enemies to either their limits, pointing out flaw in any logic, adding madness and confusion to anything he can think of. He is Screams: His voice is not high pitch, but within, he is always screeching. It is a noise of pain, anguish, confusion, and demented contentment that echos throughout his head.
He is Loathing: All who stand in His path are despised completely, all who support his counter force, or what he once was are hated. Logic is not something that exists within, if someone is in his way, they are hated. All who try to foil his plans are hated. He isn’t always easily enraged—so until then he calmly waits for the proper opportunity to exert his energies on torturing or tormenting anything that may have previously opposed him.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male. Homenation: Spirit realm/ Fire NationHistory: “All spirits are made and fueled by some sort of substance, feeling, or power. Depending on how popular those emotions are, the spirit himself becomes just as powerful. If not—then—we fade.” ~Pexys, Spirit of JusticeScorjje was once a Spirit of Revenge, in charge of ensuring all that loose ends in the human world would eventually be cut off, one way or another. During these years, all was well, and the belief in Karma was strengthened. His job was being doen, and every time he finished a job, he seemed to have a minute more with his Love, the Spirit of Influence. This pleased the spirit of revenge, and he contin ued to tend to his job vigorously, ensuring that not only revenge was done, but justice as well. His name was shouted with praise, respect, and fear. However, Scorjje noticed that as years passed, he began to grow weaker. His time with his love had increased, but he was fading, since less and less revenge was needed. His companion, Plexys, the Spirit of Justice was growing powerful—and worst of all, the spirit of Influence seemed to be favorable towards him. Slowly growing weak and more desperate, Scorjje decided that he would require new motivations to fuel him, and in order to keep himself from dissipating. Scorjje reached out for his love, asking her for help. With Scorjje becoming as weak as he was, his love grew desperate to keep him alive as well. One night, as Scorjje was on his death bed, his worshippers surrounding him, she approached him. In order to save his life, she would have to replace one of the five voices in his head, the voices that made him who he was. Living up to her title, she attempted to replace one of the five voices—trying and trying again and again using all her power to find an alternative fuel and motive behind revenge, the substance that kept Scorjje alive. Before morning, she succeeded.
One of his voices became Tainted. Tapering had effected one of the voices negatively, in it’s original weak state. With one voice in his helm gone mad, the rest of Scorjje became thus. In horror, The Spirit of Influence watched as Scorjje took a new form, as his Tainted voice turned his other voices into Rage, and from the Rage came Screams. The spirit of Revenge was now an altered being, and with a madness, he shook the earth around him before he struck the Spirit of Influence down, until she was destroyed. He claimed to his worshipers that under Influence, he had been turned into a monster. However—he was still Revenge, and Revenge was what would be done. Loathing was also born, as Scorjje’s head was filled with all five new voices. He thus went out to destroy all of Influences disciples and worshipers—shredding through all who had once supported his love. He was something else now, what he once was had faded enough that new things had taken root. With Roku also dying, and the Air benders massacred—his substance was provided with new power. And the new power was precisely what he exploited.
Scorjje no longer had a heavenly body, rather, his new form was something of flesh and bone. He was Tainted—entirely, and forever more. However, unless he was slain, he would live forever. Weaknesses: -pending Strengths and abilities: -pending
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Post by Tigersprint on Jul 14, 2016 16:23:34 GMT
Keya looked over the side of the boats railing, concentrating on the water as she felt the sun on her head. She had taken a quick walk around the deck to make sure that she was alone before she had done this. She wasn't sure where everyone else was, or where they were actually going, but she was glad that she wasn't stuck in a cell anymore.
She concentrated on the water, and held out a hand, watching the water rise up in a small stream as she focused on it. She raised it up higher then the railing, her hand over her head as she panted from the strain, and realized she wouldn't be able to hold it. She panicked and threw her hand back, throwing the water behind her to the deck as she lost connection with her bending and fell against the railing for balance.
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Post by Cataclysm on Jul 14, 2016 18:44:07 GMT
Down in the depths of the ship, where the ominous red light of torches gave everything a deep crimson tint, the sounds of a marvel of enginnering all but drowned out all other sounds. The heavy, rythmatic thunk of an engine rattled the very walls, more than capable of knocking over those who didn't have their feet firmly planted underneath them. The closer you got to the beast's den, the more intense the vibrations which threaten to tear apart the metal around it became, and at it's centre was the great engine itself; next to it, Larric. Wearing a metal mask and leather overall, leaving most of his upper body exposed, he'd taken from the former mechanic, the Earth Bender curiously looked over the machine before him as it worked. Ever since he'd seen one of these ships, he'd be morbidly fascinated with how they worked. After coming down here for the first time, he'd found out it wasn't Fire Benders doing it, but instead some kind of mechanism. Unfortunately that was all he was going to find out, as any further investigation would require disassembling the thing, something he doubted the others would appreciate... With a sigh, he turned away and headed back towards the upper decks; taking off his mask and overalls in favour of his own clothes.
Jogging up the stairs leading down into the ship's bowls, Larric hung a right and headed towards the cantina, peckish after spending so much time in the baking heat down below. Striding forth at a leisurely pace, his boots loudly hitting the metal grate making up the floor here, the Earth Bender wondered how long it would be until they reached their destination: he was itching for a fight. It'd been a little over a month since he and the others had taken over the ship, picking up Kiowa a day or so later, and in that time they hadn't done anything big. The Fire Nation was a vast, military machine, like the very ship they were standing in, so it would do them no good simply destroying a few outposts. They needed to hit them where it hurt, and while Larric didn't have a single clue where that was, he was adamant about doing it.
Turning left and pushing open the slightly ajared door of the cantina, Larric made his way over to the cupboard and pulled out a small box. Turning back around and making his way over to the large table positioned in the middle of the room, setting his box of dried biscuits down as he seated himself. Opening up the small rice-paper box, he fished out a few of the crumbly treats and quietly munched on one; mulling over a few thoughts in his head. He didn't know where the others were, hadn't even bothered to check if anyone else was in the room as him, but he imagined Kaya was with Kiowa. Katsu, however, he was absolutely sure of. The older man seemed to be quite adamant they keep him as prisoner, due to his apparent knowledge of the Fire Nation's plans, which made Larric more inclined to agree with the others when they decided to put him in the one of the cells below deck, not that he really had a problem with putting people as arrogant as him in chains...
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Post by Astrinal on Jul 15, 2016 1:34:19 GMT
Kiowa was sweaty and tired.
Some would think doing handstand pushups and bar crunches for a few hours was crazy talk. In fact, Kiowa knew people who thought she was going over her head with her exercises. But honestly, when she did some of her hardest workouts, she got a rush like no other. Not an adrenaline rush, but a surge. Her personal fire that kept her kicking suddenly flickering for a second. It was extraordinary, but hard to describe to others. No matter how amazing it felt, sharing the feeling was the only set back. shame.
Kiowa opened her eyes after counting to 10,000. She'd finished off her exercise with a balance drill, perching herself on a blunt pole in her quarters. At home, she did the drill on a mounted stick. But here she had to focus harder, since it wasn't bolted. It was hard. But she'd made it through all the way without falling.
With ease, Kiowa pushed her left foot to the side and grabbed the stick with her hand. her tapped the metal ever so lightly, due to her shoeless state. She smiled smuggly as the cold sting of the floor met her skin. Oh Solid ground, how much I love you.
She cleaned up her mess of a room within a few seconds, and slipped on her sandals and proceeded to exit her quarters. Her room was down the hall from the cantina, easy access to most of the areas on the ship. It was a great improvement from home, Walking three miles to the store, five to her sword-master's house. And worst, it was ten miles to the nearest watering hole. Oh how hot her home climate got sometimes.
Kiowa entered the Cantina to see Larric indulging himself in some food. Dried biscuits. Not the best, but one wouldn't hurt. She made a sweep of the food cabinets. A 2 stashas of water, an apple off the counter and finally sat across from the Earth bender. She even reaching over the table to snatch one of his biscuits. The Swordsman wasn't known for her table manners, taking food from others with ease. She was sure Larric was use to it by now.
"Your sweaty, were you in the engine room again?" She speculated. After speaking, she stuffed the small biscuit into her mouth, only to swallow it within a second. While doing so, she pushed the water stasha towards Larric. "You must be dehydrated from the heat. Your face is flushed."
Like Larric, Kiowa was itching to get her sword out for a reason. She wanted to fight the firenation as soon as possible.
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Post by Gateway on Jul 15, 2016 20:25:23 GMT
Why did he have to be the only one they trusted who even barely knew how to pilot the ship. It’s painfully difficult to do, why someone would want to do that is beyond him. Luckily there were some people he could leave to at least not kill them all and keep on course. With freedom, the firebender went down the lengthy flight of stairs, and just as he exited the door, a splash of water smacked him in the face.
“Hello Kaya,” Zhi Liu said with a mix of sarcasm and cold anger. He stepped past her and muttered something about going to the cantina for food he desperately needed. The little girl was always up to something rather aggravating every single time he came across her, and Zhi had to wonder, who disciplined her? A short snicker was given at the thought that probably no one did. Water Tribe children usually were given that “free flowing spirit” that their culture so desperately believes in.
Reaching the cantina through the maze-like halls was relatively easy for Zhi, as he’d been very accustomed to the ship in his time as a soldier here. He sat on the far side of the room from the other two eating, after passing them shortly when grabbing some actual food to eat. This was not the crowd he’d particularly want to associate with, but they were the ones that convinced him to commit mutiny. The Fire Nation was corrupt, and likely would have killed his sister if they found her. Not a chance he’d want to let that to happen.
Still eating his biscuits and whatever that was supposed to be, Zhi occasionally glanced up at the other two, apparently examining them for whatever reason. His thoughts were blindly drifting, and then he realized he’d probably do well to check up on their one and only prisoner they kept. The guy was always a freak, so it didn’t surprise him that they’d want to stay aboard.
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Post by Tardigrade on Jul 16, 2016 1:28:46 GMT
Katsu lay on his cot, having been in the brig of this ship that once belonged to him for a few weeks now. The filth of the Earth Kingdom had raided the ship and overtaken his crew, and he was one of the only ones kept on board when they docked shortly to unload prisoners. Sighing in a mix of frustration and exhaustion, he decided to start formulating a plan to escape all of this and return to the Fire Nation fleet. His knowledge was far too important to fall into the dirty hands of these criminals, only the Earth King of Ba Sing Se, and his fellow Dai Li agents could know what he knew.
This situation had completely thrown Kwan-Jin's operation into a knot, nobody knew which ship he was on, or who he was disguised as, nobody could help him or explain to get him out of this mess. He would have to play his cards very carefully and watch for any holes in their security. Escaping to rejoin the Fire Nation navy was his goal, but getting there would be a long journey.
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Post by Taggon on Jul 16, 2016 9:20:53 GMT
~Everything has a surface. Everything also has something below that surface. Wether it is something good or bad, eventually, it will become very clear to everyone what rests beneath themselves, and what is around them~
---Below the engine room--
Candles lit a dark room, each candle randomly either hanging from the wall within a lantern case, or simply jabbed into a sharp edge. The countless candles were oriented in a disfigured symbol of the fire nation from a bird's eye view, candles of every size with miniature flames, licking at their wax bodies, draining them of their form. In the direct center of the candles, on a scarlet mattress, sat a crouching figure, his head lowered, his eyes closed. His overcast form remained still, had remained still as he meditated, resting, waiting. His hood shadowed his face, his black cloth and darkened iron armor sheltered his leathery skin. He was resting.
He was within a secret room below the engine room. The actual entrance to the room was an odd shaped fire-nation symbol crested circular extension. The extension was a part of a round engine mechanism, an extended canister of a cylinder looking part.
He had not gone up stairs in a while. He had not decided upon it. Little had this vessel known, one of the Fire Nation's most tiresome assets had decided to stow away, in order to take the ship as a ferry to it's destination. His mission was to find the Avatar, as the FireLord had requested. However, the vessel had slowed, and sounds above deck could be heard--no--felt through the metal interior. He did not bother asking or making an appearance. Not yet. However, the being had expected the vessel would have arrived by now. Not only this, but his ever growing curiosity had lurched its way to dangerous degrees of what precisely was going gone above his head. He no longer heard the familiar fire-bending sounds. He could feel the reduction of heat in the ship.
Scorjje arose from his waiting, his patience had at last given out. He strode, his spine crooked as his head almost brushed against the ceiling of the small room. He lowered his stance once again, as he went up a few steps, before uncaring the entrance to his room--feeling the fresher air of the lower decks brush against his apparel. He stalked, the touch metal interior never surrendering a single creak, despite his massive form. Scrooge strode, his silver eyes glowing in the darken ss of his cowl, as he searched for the original fire-nation residence....
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Post by Tigersprint on Jul 16, 2016 14:16:17 GMT
Keya lowered her head when Zhi spoke to her, apologetic as she stood up. She hadn't meant to splash him at all, and she was sure he hated her a lot. She was a little scared of him too, being a man from the fire nation, but she still tried being friendly.
She heard him say something about the cantina, and her stomach rumbled, telling her it was probably a good idea to go too. She waited until he was out of sight before she followed after the old fire nation man, and ran through the halls of the ship to the cantina. She pushed open the door to the room and went inside. Seeing almost everyone was already there, she slowed down and looked at the floor as she went and grabbed some food and sat down at an empty table to eat.
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Post by Cataclysm on Jul 16, 2016 22:07:01 GMT
It seemed he wasn't the only one hungry: moments after he sat down, the door opened and in came the form of Kiowa, her hair drenched in sweat, that single red streak of hers gone maroon. Going over to the same cupboard he'd gone into moments earlier, his deep green eyes, practically black in the lighting, lazily followed her as she strolled over, the biscuit in his mouth forgotten. Sticking her hands in, she fished out two small water stastas, essentially glasses with a stopper, and a dusty looking apple. He swallowed the dry mass in his mouth as she sat down, his throat straining at the mostly un-chewed biscuit attempted to force its way down. He coughed slightly, dislodging it from his gullet and breaking up to allow it a much easier path downward, but it left his throat sore and coarse. He suppressed a grimace at the pain, turning his eyes to Kiowa as she suddenly reached over and grabbed a few of the circular treats from the packet in his hand, returning to her side of the table after she did so. The two locked stares, both apparently looking the other over as they sat there in relative silence. Larric couldn't tell from the rest of her body, clothes stopped him, but the woman's face at the very least betrayed her usual work-out routine, one he'd only heard through the walls while trying to sleep at night....
She broke the silence first, asking if he'd been in the engine room again. It wasn't difficult to tell, his exposed arms glistening with a thin coating of his own sweat. Opening his mouth to respond, the woman before him quickly cut him off, claiming he must be feeling the effects of such intense heat whilst she pushed one of the glass bottles towards him. Da'volfa didn't feel particularly feel thirsty, he'd always had something of a resistance to heat, but the soreness in his throat reminded him he needed the soothing liquid for other reasons.
Sure, I could go for some water.
He spoke with another short cough, reiterating the fact. Reaching over and picking up the small, bullet shaped glass with one hand, Larric used his thumb to flick off the cork, sending it flipping onto the table with a small thud. Bringing the glass to his thin lips, pursing them slightly, the Earth Bender tipped his head back and swallowed loudly, downing the only mildly quenching drink in one. Putting the bottle down on the table again, next to the cork, Larric wiped his lips with the side of his wrist and turned his gaze downward slightly. The soreness in his throat was lessened by the drink, but it had helped. Turning his gaze up at Kiowa, he gaze her a warm smile.
Thank you, Kiowa.So, how was the work out? I can see myself in your hair there.
It was at this time that Zhi also entered the cantina, his usual arrogant demeanour radiating off of him like the stink of a skunk-bear. Larric tracked him out of the corner of his eyes, watching as he grabbed himself a more substantial meal than biscuits and water. The turn-coat set himself down at the opposite end of the table from the two, his amber eyes glaring at them in-between shoveling mouth-fulls of food into his mouth. Turning his attention back to Kiowa, Larric bit down into another biscuit and idly chewed as he waited for her response. The door swung open again, this time to reveal the young form of Kaya, her face screwed up in that usual, "deer-bat caught in a Fire Bender's sights" look. He didn't mind her, she was the only Water Bender onboard a ship surrounded by water, so it wasn't like she was useless. He just wished she stopped looking so... Fearful. Perhaps it was just his Earth Bender mentality, but one should hide their fears from the world, not put them display for all to see....
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Post by Astrinal on Jul 16, 2016 23:34:31 GMT
Kiowa watches as Larric drank some water from his stasha, placing her arm on the table and planting her chin into her hand. She'd turned away as soon as he was done drinking. Over the course of the last month, she'd gotten to know most of the people on the ship. Larric was a pretty sturdy guy, always straight forward. He was like most of the earth benders back home, always as tough as rocks. But there was one thing about him that made him different, she merely couldn't place a finger on it. Not yet at least.
Before she could respond, the doors to the cantina opened, and out came the face of the devil. It was one thing to hate the fire nation, disliking the faction entirely. But it was another thing to have one of there members in the same room as her. Kiowa hated Zhi, his entire presence revolting to her. She did him a favor by keeping her glare to the table. She didn't budge until he'd taken a seat. She was glad he was sitting away from her. Otherwise her hatred might have verbally lashed out at him for no reason. In a way, containing herself was for everyone's best intentions.
"It was my usual arm and balance routine day." She mumbled alas, responding to Larric's question. As soon as she spoke, she felt less tense. It was nice to talk to another Earth Kingdom person. She didn't know how she'd survive. She grabbed a wad of her hair after Larric's comment, inspecting the ends of her medium short hair. She'd have to cut it later, it was getting to long.
"But I'd rather kick fire nation butt any day. Being cooped up in this metal can is so frustrating."
She'd turned her head as Keya entered. The water bender was the only girl besides herself. She didn't know why, but she had a feeling that Keya had been following her, or had been watching her. But this was Kiowa, and she thought everyone was watching her every move.
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Post by Gateway on Jul 18, 2016 0:08:26 GMT
Eating was simple when nobody wanted to speak to you. It was also irritating because it’s a harsh reminder that everyone on this ship hates you. Sometimes Zhi wondered why he went through with this when everyone still looked at him like some sort of chaotic spawn of the spirit world. His expression warped further to negativity as the young water bender entered. They were all going to ignore him as a unit, and he honestly couldn't tell if he wanted that or loathed it.
When he finished his meal, however, he stood up and strode out of the room stiffly. No point in sticking around in those circumstances. It was a long, weaving walk down from there. Zhi often wondered why it was in such and obscure location, but didn't bother to look into it. He just dealt with it.
The heavy metal door swung open with a loud slam as it met the wall beside it. Entering and closing the large door was Zhi, looking into one of the high security cells. There he was, the prisoner. The freak who wanted to stay. Maybe today he’d get a word out. Probably not. Either way, Zhi gave a loud exhale and banged the cuff of his armor on the cell, expecting some sort of response.
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Post by Tardigrade on Jul 19, 2016 2:22:26 GMT
This 'rebel' was bothering Katsu's rest, probably wanting something from him. Frowning, he glared over towards his unwanted guest, his eyes like piercing knives. Disgust and anger filled his being as he sat up, shifting to face the man. His clothes were wrinkled and dusty from his time down here, and he was beginning to smell a bit due to lack of bathing. And now this stupid rebel wants his attention.
You are lucky I am a non-bender, or else I'd give you something to remember. Katsu muttered, spitting at the man before turning his nose up to say that he wanted nothing to do with the man. With that, he shifted back and laid on his cot again, closing his eyes.
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Post by Taggon on Jul 20, 2016 15:53:43 GMT
Scorjje had little appetite for such a placid time. His moments aboard and above deck were--simply quiet. Too quiet. He was a being of five, tranquility was not something appeasing. Scorjje strode throughout the halls, slowly walking, soundlessly stepping as his 7 foot form stood at full hight. His cape trailed behind him, as he journeyed, looking for some fire-nation guards that would be utterly astounded by his presence. Arch a brow, or try to remain calm behind their masks as he stood before them, telling them he was simply---'tagging along' as one of his old friends liked to put it.
Strangely enough, Scorjje passed through the corridor, hearing some squawbling, as well as bangingin. The brig sounded—noisy to say the least. He couldn’t help but liten in on some of the muffled words. They never made him pause, as he advanced to the upper quarters, at last, as he soundlessly was within earshot of another sound: people chatting in the cantina. He could hear movement, before long he was within the same hallway that the entrance was to the cantina. He was only second away from his tall, dark from making an appearance at the front door—things seemed to slow down, split seconds transforming into minutes, as Scorjje’s rapid thought process kicked in: What were children doing on the ship?
They are small.
I hate them.
Not fire Nation: do not have fire nation clothes.
Look like other nations.
Scorjje’s hand went to the door, immediately, as his silver eyes glowed at the crowd silently, directly staring back at them if they had turned their heads.
I HATE THEM.
Lock them up.
They don’t belong here.
Not fire nation.
Voices downstairs……
Must be the Fire nation.
Ah, that made sense. With that, Scorjje shoved the door shut. It was Fire-nation ship, and the Fire Nation were a cautious, steady people. There was a lock on the inside, and a lock on the outside of this cantina. Scorjje decided upon applying the two inch tall rectangular steel bar lock immediately, closing the group in. The voices of panic and anger would be on the horizon, and though he might have preferred to walk in and destroy them all himself—Scorjje knew that if they broke out of the lock, they would have to come in through a crammed door. Almost one at a time. He would be waiting, just outside~
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