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Loke Fullbuster

The Language Enthusiast
It was a day just like any other day at the White Lotus base. It was cold just like any other day. There were guards just like any other day. New guards were being trained just like any other day. Breakfast was being made just like any other day. This day had been just like any other day at the White Lotus headquarters, but it would soon be made different, and no one would ever forget it.
 
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Loke Fullbuster

The Language Enthusiast
Malin woke up with a start, having been hit by some flying object scaring him out of his sleep. He began breathing heavily as he searched for the culprit. He looked around and eventually saw his father standing in the doorway, already dressed. "Rise and shine." He said.


Making rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked over toward his clock. "But it's only 6:30." Malin replied. "Training doesn't start until 8." His father chuckled. "Did you forget? The other White Lotus members and I have a meeting at City Hall in Republic City." His father replied. Malin's eyes widened. "That's today?!?" He asked. "Yes... So get dressed." His father said tossing him clothes. "Yes Sir." Malin said.


When they made it outside, all of the other kids were outside with their parents, respective White Lotus leaders who were ready to board an air ship to Republic City. Malin went over and joined the kids who were on a line before the White Lotus. His father joined the White Lotus in front of the kids.


Lee Quin, the Grand Lotus(leader) looked at every single one of the kids out there. "Your parents and I should only be gone for a day or two.." He began. "We want you all to behave like good little boys and girls for the guards who will be watching you." Quin said, and suddenly his face darkened. "Or the punishment will be severe... And none of us want to repeat what happened last time." Malin remembered the last time their parents went out a fight broke out, and the cafeteria got destroyed, resulting in all the kids being punished like never before. Well... Every one except for Eri.


The sheer thought of repeating that day scared Malin senseless and he preferred to suppress those memories.


"Now... Any questions?" Grand Lotus Quin asked. Malin looked towards his fellow benders.


@Lucinde @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki @Pentagon @Zamice
 

Zamice

No.
Zain stood beside his sister, not making a sound. He didn't want a repeat of the harsh punishment that was received last time, despite not getting involved. When the Grand Lotus asked for questions, Zain continued his dead silence to minimise the attention drawn to him. He hated being noticed unless it was by someone close and even then he disliked it. Zain's eyes quickly glances over the group of them for no reason, purely out of habit.


@Leone


(The group that your talking to, is it just 7 *benders 4+1, chi blocker 1, weapons 1* or is it a large scale of kids?)
 

Pentagon

Newtype Magic
Yang pulled herself out of a copy of A Complete History of the Patriotic War carefully, mindful even in her half-lidded torpor not to damage the pages which had, until a few moments ago, served as her surprisingly comfortable pillow. She had, through her years, subconsciously learned how not to damage the books upon which she occasionally collapsed, spurred by angry lectures from parents about the impropriety of drooling on priceless ancient manuscripts. The lantern she had been employing had gone dark, the lack of windows stopping her from guessing the time. The library was dark and silent, the only light permeating her favorite nook bounced around a corner from beneath the door, no doubt. Yang assumed it was early morning: she rarely woke up late, even without streaming dawn lights to remind her of responsibilities.


Responsibilities…


She was sure she had some. Training? No, there was something she needed to do before then. Insight hit her after a moment of frantic search. Her parents were leaving, off to wrestle with bureaucracy yet again. They would be gone for a handful of days, then return with either frustration or weary acceptance, depending on just how poorly things went. She listened closely, pushing out her senses with earthbending, and thought she heard more activity than usual. Maybe she could see them off, if she hurried. She knew her parents expected it of her, and she couldn’t help thinking that perhaps it would not be such a waste of time. Lee Tsao-Guai tried to beckon her back, of course, his florid prose jumping from the page, promising insights on the Hundred Years War. It almost worked. Yang was halfway turned back to the pages before her, her eyes preemptively preparing to scan the neat script, but thought better of it. The sendoff would be short, and books had the remarkable quality of remaining where you left them. Usually.


With some effort, the young woman stood and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She could feel the dried sweat still on her, the remnant of some forgotten nightmare no doubt, and pined for a bath. Fortunately baths, like books, would be there when one returned. Yang stretched briefly, trying to restore feeling to her fatigue-numbed extremities. Having slipped on her left shoe, which had somehow fallen off during the night, she walked briskly out of the library and into the courtyard.


She was just in time, fortuitously. Across the yard, her parents stood among their peers, and the gaggle of children was arrayed before them. Yang would have run, but she was busy trying to wrangle her hair into some semblance of order. A quick walk would have to do, and just as she thought she was making progress with the tangle atop her head, she had to stop as she arrived at the periphery of the gathering. She had some time before Quin gave his brazen warnings, so without fanfare she walked up to her parents and gave them both tight hugs. No words were exchanged, none were necessary. All involved knew the gesture was perfunctory, the action of a girl playing the role of the caring daughter. Resuming her place in the line next to her brother, she did not pay attention to the routine braying of Quin, having heard it a dozen times. She had no questions.
 

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

Lucky Laki Malakis
Kimiko was awake for hours, trainingn in the field outside the dormatory like she always did. She enjoyed training finding the focus in her technique relaxing as she didn't think of anything else that might trouble her. It was the big trip to republic city today and it was her only chance in a while to spend time with her brother and not to be just lesson and training. She wanted things to go right but she knew things were bitter with him.


Training was simple, she was basically beating the crap out of punching pack or so it might appear. Despite being a non bender she has trained in firebending and earthbending developing fighting techniques based on themmad well as a little sword fighting. It gave her knowledge both of the most common tactics she would have to face and able to fight in a way her enemies will not expect. It test well with some of her fellow trainees and she hoped to test it in the field as well.


Training stopped when she noted the others gather in the field to go to the city. It was later than she thought, so she grabbed her towel and rushed to them bot caring about her current state. "Oh so we are going already... the racoon cats are leaving and now the deer mice can play. I hope it is as fun as last time."She said wih a sly smile to her peers wiping the sweat of herself.
 
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Midnight Paragon

Savior of Dusk
Keydin stood with his arms behind his head as he listened to Quin, paying attention as best as he could. His eyes would droop now and then, but pop back open; he wasn't the biggest morning person, and staying awake was probably his worst problem that he had. At the mention of questions though, he perked up and raised his hand.


"I have a question, sir. Why are you going to Republic City? You never told us what you were doing."


He knew that he didn't need to raise his hand, but he was just being polite. He was genuinely curious as to why the most powerful of the Lotus were leaving for a meeting, and it concerned him. Should there be a danger for his father, he would like to know.
 

Lucinde

Catgirl of Doom
Eri was sound asleep, snoring almost. Her father had come to wake her up and left. She groggily opened her eyes and huffed. "Ugh..." She yawned and got out of bed, and proceeded to get dressed. She continued to yawn while she headed out to the courtyard where the other people were at. Her mind zoned out as the other leaders were giving their speeches.


When her father mentioned the punishment from last time, she had to stifle a giggle. that day started off with a harmless prank she did to one of the others that escalated a little too quickly. She didn't get in trouble, so that was all that mattered to her and she grinned proudly.


She didn't exactly get along with everyone else here, though she pretends to. They seemed to be goody two-shoes to her and that was boring.


When the adults all left, she yawned once again. "Time to go to bed!" She put her hands behind her head as she walked back inside.
 
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Loke Fullbuster

The Language Enthusiast
"Malin." The Grand Lotus called. "Sir?" Making replied. "Tell Keydin where we will be going, since he failed to listen diuring yesterday's meeting." Quin ordered. Malin nodded. "They are headed to Republic City, where they will be giving a speech to ease the minds of the general public after the Avatar's untimely demise. They are also having a meeting with the Capitals council." Making quoted Making almost verbatim.


"Good Job. Now... We will be off. Your school teacher is in charge of you while we are gone. Be good." Grand Lotus Quin said.


One moment the kids were bidding fairwell to their parents, and the next, they were in the air ship, flying south towards Republic City.


Malin sighed and turned his back toward the ship. "We should all get going to cla-" A loud explosion interrupted his speech, and he didn't need to turn around to know what had happened. Behind Mali, a flaming airship flew through the air like a ball of fire, crashing into the south wall, but not before a flaming body could be seen falling from the airship. "NOOOO!" Malin yelled as he ran for the Airships remains, the alarms just beginning to sound.


Several guards tried to hold the boy back, but they were easily taken down with blows to their pressure points. The boy watched in horror as the fires of the airship roared and a half burned Master Quin lie on the ground. "My god." He thought as he ran over to master Quin. "Master!" Malin called. "Can you here me?!? Master!!!" He called, falling back in horror as he got no response.
 

Midnight Paragon

Savior of Dusk
Keydin rubbed the back of his head in embarassment as he listened to Malin explain and nodded. He must have fallen asleep during the meeting...he really needed to go to bed earlier.


He gave his father one last hug before he stood back and watched the airship take off. He sighed as it flew lazily in the sky. He wished he could join them, see the world, and no longer be stuck in this frozen wasteland. But he knew his place, and he would wait until his father knew he was ready.


His thoughts were interrupted by a loud explosion as he saw the airship spew flames and shrapnel as it flew straight into one of the ice walls. With a gasp of horror, Keydin immediately ran to the crash, following Malin. He watched as Malin went to find Quin and he went to find his father. It took a bit of searching, but he eventually found him a little way off from the wreck, and it didn't look good.


He ran to his father's side and quickly knelt down to him, turning him over to see a very large piece of shrapnel stick out from his father's chest. He coughed up blood as he looked to his son, and gave a small smile. Keydin grabbed his father's hand tightly, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked down to his father.


"D-don't worry Dad, we'll get you patched up. You'll be good as new in a few minutes..."


His father let our a short laugh and slowly shook his head, gripping his sons hand tighter. A tear fell from Keydin's cheek as he cupped his father's hand with his two.


"Dad....p-please....I can't lose you....you're all I have...please..."





His father let go of his son's hand and gently patted him on the head, a tear falling from his cheek as he slowly closed his eyes and let out his last breath, his hand falling from his sons head and falling gently into the snow. Keydin looked down at his father's body, tears streaming down his face, but he made no sound, no sniffling of any kind.


"....N-no.....please...."
 

Pentagon

Newtype Magic
Quite alarmingly, the first thing Yang realized was that she was giggling. Not great guffaws, but snickers, as though a clown has produced a rabbit from a hat. She couldn't quite process what had happened, and, for the first few moments of sheer, unadulterated, shock, found herself unable to find the situation anything except mildly humorous. She stopped her laughter very quickly, more out of a sense of impropriety than anything else. She stood in dumb stillness for a moment longer, before the reality of the situation kicked in.


The final understanding hit her like a bolt of lightning, and her mind raced from its sedentary emptiness to whirring overdrive. Adrenaline began coursing through her veins as tears began forming at the edges of her vision.


What do I know?


The airship exploded. It is highly unlikely anyone within knew this would happen. Most of the students seemed sufficiently distraught to ameliorate them of any initial suspicion. Anyone within the ship was likely dead, though she certainly hoped they were not. She could offer no meaningful support, regardless.


Why did the airship blow up right now?


If she had wanted to kill her parents and all the other White Lotus leaders, she would have planted a bomb within the vessel and had it explode much further from prying eyes, to stop children or powerful servants knowing about the issue. Perhaps the objective was fear, but that seemed less likely to Yang at the moment. An alternative would be to intercept the vessel and somehow destroy it from the ground or a separate vessel. Yang had not been looking too closely, but she did not see any evidence of anti-air fire, nor of any other vessel within the vicinity. That did not mean assailants were not present. If the explosion was timed, a smart enemy would have detonated it far away, so something had likely gone wrong. Perhaps one of the masters had discovered the explosive: either they had tampered with it, or more likely had been remotely detonated somehow.


What does this mean to me right now?


The assailant is very possibly nearby. The reactions of children are unpredictable, and spying on the base would have been difficult and likely fruitless. She should act immediately to discover and protect her peers from harm, and enable any opportunity to help the crash survivors.


What if there are secondary explosives to eliminate first-responders?


Yang should not approach the crash. Her peers, who have not been, to her knowledge, trained in bomb disposal, should not approach the craft. Would stopping them be possible? Unlikely. Ignore the unlikely persuasion and simply protect them from what threats may still exist--


Yang's mind raced for the few seconds she could spare, forcefully cutting herself off before she retreated into thought as an escape from reality. The snow was deep, but the earth was within her reach, and she called it with all her might. A quarter-sphere rose in front of her and what few children remained near her. A crude, thick triangular prism of a tunnel rose out of the snow as a hopefully safe passageway to the wreckage. She shook the bullets from her pouch and readied them, trying with all her might to find any assailants, either with her eyes or the paltry vibrations of the compact snow. She took in the positions of potential allies, and surveyed them to the best of her ability to check them for guilt.


In a spare moment of circumspection, she remembered to acknowledge the burning, unbearable pain growing with alacrity in her chest.
 

Lucinde

Catgirl of Doom
As Eri had closed the door to the base, she heard several loud gasps and shoutings. The sound of an explosion was heard in the distance and her heart sank for that moment. She slowly turned around, looking through the window to watch the airship fall to the ground. The very airship that held her father. She stared wide-eyed as guards from the base ran out around her to try to round of the rest of the students.


"No...." She only had a father. Eri had never known her mother, only stories her dad would tell. She resented those stories as they all painted her mother as someone who was good and pure-hearted. But that was something Eri thought opposite of. Why would someone so loving and brave abandon her and her father? Eri knew she would never live up to those stories.


She ran through the door as tears began to escape from the corners of her eyes. "Father!" She screamed out. Her knees went weak as she collapsed to the ground. While some of the other kids ran out to try to rescue their parents, she remained back at the base unable to move.
 

Midnight Paragon

Savior of Dusk
Keydin looked down at his father's body, his vision slightly blurred from the tears still silently flowing down and hitting the snow. His last smile was still etched upon his face. Keydin just sat there for a few moments, not really processing what had just happened. His hands twitched. And then finally, it all clicked together, and an extreme feeling of rage flew over him, a miasma of hatred. He let out a blood-curdling scream and raised both of his fists in the air, pounding them into the snow. A huge colum of flame erupted around him and his father. Keydin himself looked to be on fire, lightning sparking around his arms and hands. He began repeatedly pounding his hands into the ground, and with each punch, another pillar of flame would erupt nearby. His emotion was running wild; a dangerous thing for any bender, but especially so for one of fire.
 

Loke Fullbuster

The Language Enthusiast
Malin turned to see what was going on as he felt intense heat suddenly piercing the chilling air. As he got up to check on Keydin, a hand gripped his leg. He turned to see Master Quin holding his shin. "Go... Take the others and keep them safe. It is up to you all now. You are the New White Lotus... Find the Avatar... Protect him... With your life." Quin said before his final breath escaped. "M...m... Master?" Despite the chilling frost in the air Malin was sweating. He knew what he had to do. There was no telling if the enemy were still around, and he knew he had to keep his friends safe


As if things couldn't get any worse, more explosions rang through the air as the entire White Lotus headquarters began to explode. Unsure how much time they had left, Malin ran towards Keydin and going it perfectly he jumped through the flames, grabbing both of Keydin's arms before he could spout more fire. "Listen... I know how you feel. We are all upset, but wwe can't stay here. We have to go. I promise, you can be upset later, but for now we have to go. Please Keydin... Listen to me." Malin wasn't normally one for talking but he knew his friend was hurting, and he had to keep him safe. "Listen to me." Malin spoke to Keydin.


@Knight Nate
 

Midnight Paragon

Savior of Dusk
Keydin looked up to Malin, the trail the tears had made etched onto his face, and he looked him dead in the eyes, his arms shaking from the rage. He wanted desperately to shove him away, to keep everyone away so that he could just be with his father. But he knew he couldnt, not right now. His arms relaxed in Malin grip and he nodded, his breathing slowing. He stood slowly, pulling his arms from Malin hands and wiping the excess tears from his face.


"Everything outside i-is a frozen wasteland, though. Where are we supposed to go?"
 

Loke Fullbuster

The Language Enthusiast
"Follow me." He told Making. Turning around to the rest of his friends he yelled. "If you want to live follow me! I know all of you are hurting right now, but we have to go. We can't stay here." Making turned facing the wreckage. It had cleared a hole in the wall big enough for them to get through. "Be careful." He told everyone as he climbed around the wreckage towards the hole. When he got to it, he waited for everyone else to make it through before taking one last look at the headquarters. The few remaining guards were scrambling to find survivors, neglecting to take notice of the band of teens leaving.


Malin lead his friends through the rough terrain and desert of snow. Stopping on occasion at certain land marks, and then turning a different way. The journey took what felt like hours but was only a half an hour. Eventually they came upon a cave, hollowed out of the side of a mountain. Inside lay a flying bison, as well as crates filled with rations and blankets. Making opened the crates and began tossing his friends blankets and jackets. "All of you get on." He told them ushering them towards the bison. He grabbed a blanket and threw some rations in it, tying it up like a makeshift napsack them tossing it onto the bison. He put on a a jacket himself and watched as everyone got onto the bison. When it came Keydin's turn, he stopped him. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice monotone, and his face expressionless. "I... I know youre hurting... But we need you."


@Knight Nate
 

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

Lucky Laki Malakis
Kimiko had gone to the kitchen when the airship left and she said her goodbye to her mother. She was having breakfast when the explosion shook the building and everyone inside as well kimiko looked out the window seeing the airship in flames. She stood stunned for a moment unsure of what to do before it hit her. She needed to do something, she needed to help. She rushed out toward the ship seeing pits and pieces of both human and ship fell to the ground, it seemed in possible anyone would survive. She saw her brother and Malins and rushed to them before she heard another explosion and a shockwavery hit her from behind knocking her foward to the ground as the headquarter went up in smoke.
 

Midnight Paragon

Savior of Dusk
Keydin looked to Malin for a second, expressionless, but then his usual smile reappeared and he patted Malin's shoulder.


"Don't worry about me. I'm fine."


Keydin was a horrible liar, and it showed. The smile he gave was one of pain, and his voice sounded almost...scarred by something. He flashed Malin a thumbs up and hopped onto the bison.


"I would ask why the heck you're here, but...I've learned not to question the good things in life."
 

Loke Fullbuster

The Language Enthusiast
"You're a terrible liar." Malin said before climbing onto the flying bisom himself. "Everyone hold on!" He yelled. "Buma... Yip Yip." He said, snapping the reigns. The bison flew out of the cave, Malin guiding it up towards the sky. The smell of smoke filled the air, even from here Making could smell the destroyed headquarters burning, but he refused to look back towards the camp. Hoping that he'd forget what just happened and keeping moving forward, but it was no use.


Until now Malin hadn't even fingered the thought of his father having died in that crash, but then it hit him. Facing forward, away from the others, he began to cry, the tears stinging his cheeks because of the cold air. His body jerked with each sobbed but he tried his best to remain quiet but to no avail. "I'm weak. I'm supposed to be strong for you guys... But i cant even be strong for myself. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." He called out to his friends. "I know... I'm pretty pathetic. Crying when I should be lifting you all up... But i... I just can't. Not right now... I know we'll get through it but it hurts. It hurts!" He yelled. Malin let go of the reigns and stood, turning around. "I'm sorry."


@Knight Nate


@Zamice


@Lucinde


@Pentagon


@ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
 

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

Lucky Laki Malakis
Kimiko managed to get to the caves look back at the camp before entering seeing the destruction of the only home she had the only close family she had. She took a moment to breath deeply a couple of times before walking inside. She took a jacket and the blanket offered and climbed aboard the bison."Hey sweetie, haven't ridden on you in a while. You have grown big."she said with a small casual smile stroking the bison fur.


She heard her brothers comment and it almost broke her heart to see him."I agree, you are pretty pathetic."She said in an uncaring tone and like she really meant. "Never knew why the grand master made you leader of us. He said once you were strong and responsibile, though I never seen it personally. Look at your know, us look to you for leadership and you are blubbing."She shook her head inwardly hoping this tough love was working."Pathetic."
 

Midnight Paragon

Savior of Dusk
Keydin looked up to Malin, his sad smile still etched on his face. He curled into a ball and spoke in a hushed tone.


"We know you are. We've all lost someone important to us today.....but I know for a fact that if they saw us acting like this, just crying our eyes out like little kids, they would give us one heck of a scolding. I, for one, choose not to cry anymore, but to act. I'm going to make my father proud. Im going to show the world what true Firebending is! So, my question to you is.....are you going to keep crying?"


As he spoke, his words grew stronger and louder, and his smile wider. His face showed a determination unknown to what any of the others have seen. As hurt as Key was, he wasn't going to just let the pain kill him like this. He was going spit in Pain's face and show him what a true firebender can do!
 
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Pentagon

Newtype Magic
Should I leave the compound?





It was a difficult question for Yang. Abandoning the very possibly alive family members felt callous, but she had no medical expertise to offer. She also doubted that she could convince any medically-trained individuals to stay behind while explosions wracked the compound. She wondered just how these explosives were planted: surely they could not all have gone undetected for long, and the explosions surely could not now be caused by some external threat. Very likely the assailant was still in the vicinity, Yang surmised, and the desire to search for the individual or group was overwhelming. They had to have carried their explosives somehow, and such a weight would need some cumbersome vehicle, which would either slow them down or be abandoned, leaving crucial evidence. Yang almost moved from her shelter, almost stepped out and dashed towards any hint of revenge, but stopped herself short just in time. Anyone who could destroy a complex and assassinate half a dozen of the most powerful benders Yang was aware of would be more than able to kill her, disadvantaged by terrain and the recalcitrant pain spreading from her chest into every part of her body. Retreat was the option most likely to provide survival and eventual revenge.


What will happen if I leave?


Yang kept low as she made her way quickly out of the compound, catching up to her peers while casting her eyes around in a frenzy. They were too calm, she thought, not acting nearly as wary or combat-ready as she thought an innocent person should. Yang added each of them to the list of possible culprits. Any of them could access bomb schematics in the library without question. Any of them could move about the compound without significant questions. She had no reason to suspect that any, except perhaps her brother, was not an extremely proficient actor, or body-double spy, or possessed by a violent spirit. Yang thought about it for a second time, and compromised with herself, moving them down the likelihood rankings somewhat.


Malin seemed to have taken charge. Yang adjusted him further up the rankings. Yang was not sure if she trusted the boy as a leader, in all honesty. He certainly styled himself as such, and she would admit he was a better candidate than some, but he would not be her first choice. Regardless of his qualifications, he was in charge of the group, and Yang contesting his authority would only lose her political capital among her peers. Yang wondered what he would do. The speed of the exodus, coupled with the lack of combat preparation, led her to believe that he had some means of escaping established. Yang increased his likelihood of culpability several further points higher.


Should I flee the Pole?





The Master had certainly seemed to want her to, and there were any number of hostile forces nearby to threaten her. Staying could mean death, and would eventually mean poverty, but what if she only stayed for a while? The explosions could not destroy everything: a town could be persuaded to assist with salvage, precious jewels or money or more importantly, books could be pulled from the wreckage, to be held by their rightful inheritors rather than scavengers or the terrible harshness of the outside. Yang paused that line of thinking. Were such trinkets worth the increased risk of death? Was she clinging to status quo not out of comparative advantage but out of some fear of the very change she had been preparing herself for?


Yang very much did not want to answer that question. She would go, and not dwell on it, and before long it would be forgotten. She hoped.


With her decision made, and with the smoke of her burning past fading further behind her, Yang's mind began to stall. She dropped the impromptu rock shields she had been carrying, and her circumspections became less frequent, eventually stopping altogether. Her mind, previously racing through ideas, fell into lockstep behind the rest of the group. Idly, she wondered if this was what normal people felt like, following order or custom without question. Remarkably, she still had enough mental acuity to scold herself for being so pretentious. The searing pain had turned to leaden weight, pushing her shoulders down and her feet deeper into the loose snow. She was not sure which experience she preferred.


She entered the cave without fanfare, her mind sparking for a brief moment, to acknowledge that escape plans had clearly been made, and revealed only to Malin, if he was not the architect himself. Her opinion of his leadership improved somewhat. His chances of being the murderer of every adult in her meaningful acquaintance skyrocketed, in her increasingly inaccurate assessment.


She climbed onto the bison, placing herself uncharacteristically close to her brother. It seemed the right thing to do. There were tears being shed, but she could not find it in herself to join in. Yang was clearly aware that the thing she had been planning to do for the last months had finally been forced on her, and all it took to snap her from her monotony was the death of her loved ones. Yang could almost hear her subconscious whining, trying to decide whether to find the scenario funny, or to unleash the sharpest guilt and grief she had ever known. The former was picked, and despite the serious conversation gong on around her, she began to laugh again. Not the pseudo-joyous exclamations of her first reaction, but the resigned barks of a prisoner presented with his noose: lifeless, and joyless, and quite utterly desperate.
 

Loke Fullbuster

The Language Enthusiast
"You're right." Malin said, eyeing every single one of them, particularly Keydin. "I... I'll move on. We can all move on together." Making wiped the tears away. "I promise you guys. I will personally find the bastards who did this, and I will kill them with my own two hands." Malin sat back downs and grabbed the reigns. Though his facade was a good one, he could never be tricked. The tears came again, but this time they fell silently. "Father... I'll find them... I promise."





As they flew on the temperature of the air began to change, as they made it further west. On a different occasion Malin would revel at the vastness of the ocean or the height of the trees. On a different occasion, he'd enjoy his first day out of the headquarters.


The group flew for about 5 hours, carrying them over into mid-day. Malin began growing bored with the ocean, and began to drift off to sleep, but suddenly he caught a glimmer of hope. There on an island stood a statue of avatar Ang. "It's Massive." Malin thought. As they flew towards it and the clouds spread, he saw it. "There it is." Making said. "Republic City."



Malin flew towards the docks, where he landed Buma. "HEY KID! YOU CAN'T LAND YOUR BISON HE-" Malin shot the man the darkest look imaginable. The man sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Sorry... Hehe... I'll be on my way now." The man took off, running away from the bison.



Malin stood up and stretched, walking over and kicking any of his comrades who had fallen asleep. "We have a decision to make." He said, prompting many to perk up. "I was told that in the evemt something happened aat the base, that I was to lead you all to the rendezvous, and we were to go to Republic City and find Police Chief Baefong." Malin eyed everyone. "But we could be next. We have no way of telling who our friends are, and who our enemies are. We can choose to trust this Chief Baefong, or not... It's up to you all. I can't make a decision like this on my own." Malin didn't wish to make a decision so big without the say so of good friends. "Suggestions?"



@Knight Nate


@Lucinde


@Zamice @Pentagon


@ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
 

Midnight Paragon

Savior of Dusk
Keydin rubbed his eyes, still groggy from his in-flight slumber. It took him a moment to register what Malin said, but he shook his head once he understood.


"I don't think we have much other choice, do we? I don't really have any ideas as to what to do, but if these guy who attacked our families tend to do this alot, maybe the police would know about them"
 

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

Lucky Laki Malakis
"Now that would be the day."Kimiko said with a smirk, glad Malin was at least partially back to his old self."Let's see how we go."She said getting comfortable on the bison and closed her eyes as if sleeping but she was meditating, dealing with the loss of both if her parents. Though by the time they arrived she did actually fall asleep. When she was woken by the others, she was starstruck by the city: the Ang statue, the scale, the laugh she got by the guy complaining about the bison parking. "I could go for a proper meal."She said climbing down the bison when Malin was asking for suggestions.
 

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