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savedtheworld) wrote2012-05-29 10:57 pm
savedtheworld) wrote2012-05-29 10:57 pm
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Book 4: Winds from Tomorrow [Action: May 30th-June 1]
[Action: Days 5-7]
[It's odd for Aang, waking up in House 56. What is this, some sort of bunked bed? He can't remember whatever led him to sleep there. Doesn't this violate his decision to maintain some distance from his younger friends? He slips out of the house early in the morning, or tries to. It's possible that anyone else in the household could have caught him before he was able to leave.
Aang spends the rest of the day and the next two days going back to his daily routine. He meditates in the forest near Avatar House. He goes through town, either casually strolling or zipping through on his Air Scooter, to stay social. On Day 5, he also has to set up his tent near his meditation spot again. Where could his old tent have gone?]
[ooc: Aang is aged up (kinda)-canonically to around his 40s. He also remembers Luceti in an alternate way where he was brought here at this age. The shift has also caused some memory fluctuations (who's that Yakone fellow again?), although the possibility always remains that he's actually from a somewhat alternate version of canon (aka my handwave if my few assumptions get jossed)
Replies come frombeardofbalance.]
[It's odd for Aang, waking up in House 56. What is this, some sort of bunked bed? He can't remember whatever led him to sleep there. Doesn't this violate his decision to maintain some distance from his younger friends? He slips out of the house early in the morning, or tries to. It's possible that anyone else in the household could have caught him before he was able to leave.
Aang spends the rest of the day and the next two days going back to his daily routine. He meditates in the forest near Avatar House. He goes through town, either casually strolling or zipping through on his Air Scooter, to stay social. On Day 5, he also has to set up his tent near his meditation spot again. Where could his old tent have gone?]
[ooc: Aang is aged up (kinda)-canonically to around his 40s. He also remembers Luceti in an alternate way where he was brought here at this age. The shift has also caused some memory fluctuations (who's that Yakone fellow again?), although the possibility always remains that he's actually from a somewhat alternate version of canon (aka my handwave if my few assumptions get jossed)
Replies come from
beardofbalance.]
Day 6
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[She looked into the campfire for a moment.]
...do you remember being caught in that storm together? Sokka was out fishing and we took refuge in a cave.
[...which... might be the glossed over version.]
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Yes. That's when I shared earlier memories with you.
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I guess he's as close to real as... I know, anyway.
That left a whole other passel of strangeness to deal with.
But Katara just smiles.]
I bet this was never something we would have thought of back then.
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Definitely. I was still trying to figure out how to be a 12-year old Avatar. None of us could have imagined anything like Luceti, or that we'd all be dropped here from different points in our lives. Let alone that a bearded me would be eating noodles alongside a teenage you.
[Aang gives a small shrug and slurps up the last noodles in his bowl.]
Day 6
She refrains from correcting him, because... that would just be too weird.]
When did you grow the beard?
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It's not... quite the same thing, you know.
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[For a guy old enough to be my dad.]
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Thanks, Katara. It's been a while since I've heard a compliment like that. [Since the last time he can remember leaving home.]
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..."became sweeties."
No, she's not thinking about that right now.]
If you remember living out here the whole time, I can see why.
[Isolation = bad; Community = good.]
If you're so set against staying with us, then why aren't you in town?
[Making new friends and getting complimented on your beard.
...why does thinking that way feel weird?]
Day 6
I wanted to try something more like a classic monk lifestyle. I still make time to go through town. And there are a number of interesting people who happen upon my campsite, whom I wouldn't have been able to meet otherwise. And it helps me connect with nature, too! Moro actually complimented me yesterday.
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Like good old Hei Bai, right? Of course, Moro's really picky compared to the spirits back home, so I felt special. At least I can still be a spirit bridge of some kind around here.
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[...]
Sometimes.
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She had a daughter here for a long time. San. She was adopted.
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Ah yes. Moro mentioned her along with a sad story about a boy who tried to reason with the men burning her forest. She called the boy selfish... since he was trying to take San away from where she belonged, because he was in love with her. [He tried to focus on the fire as he said this. It's odd to say even that phrase about another set of people around this version of Katara.]
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