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Alas, it is very late and I need sleep.




Inia howled with laughter as he squealed.  She moved to take his arm and pulled him up glancing back over at Aquene. ” I better get him back to the house… he’s going to feel this in the morning. I’m sure.”

"Make sure to get him some water," Aquene said. "So he feels it less and feels the bed more."

Kaen leaned almost too heavily on her but swore he was upright. “‘m good dove,” he insisted despite the drunk slur.

Inia nodded and smiled to her friend. “Yeah. I’m going to get some water and some Anacin in him.” She looked to Kaen and snorted. “Mh hm. yeah you’re perfectly good. Come on dragon.” She smiled practically dragging him out of the bar.

"Want me to call a cab?" Aquene asked helpfully. It would mean a quicker, safer route home and Inia wouldn’t have to worry about Kaen hurting himself.

Kaen, though, seemed to like the idea of going home, and grasped at Inia’s hand. He missed his target and grabbed her side instead.





She shrugged, the air about her was casual, a small ‘I’m harmless’ laugh escaped her covered mouth.

Unseen however was the large shit eating grin stretching her face.

"Hey, hey, hey, no need to be so mean, I never knew you would take such offense to my insulting myself! I’m honored really!" they both knew she was full of it, and they both knew what Aquene was actually talking about.

"insignficunt?" oh goody a new insult to add to the books.

Aquene cheeks puffed out before she started to snicker when she heard Kason murmur the insult to herself. “Hey, it’s one of my favorites. But I swear, if you call my lady parts a clown car again I will hurt you, K.”

The elder woman chuckled and turned.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about ‘queeny, but I promise to never call your vagina a clown car so large you could fit an entire fleet of united forces ships, and still have room for a dozen metalbending airships…" she turned her head back to gauge the other equalists reaction to the implied insults.

Kason had no idea why she was in such an insult happy mood, perhaps the stress of the job was finally getting to her, or maybe she was just that bored, what ever the reason she was having more fun then she’d had in days.

Her eyebrow twitched. That woman was going to get an airhorn as an alarm one morning soon. Or a box filled with spider rats, though she would need to have someone help her with that one (and Inia was out). Still she didn’t hint that she would do that. Instead she forced a grin. “You are in rare form today.”

Spied on and observed, a new avatar!?


His feline partner hissed at her understand fully what she was going at. The fool turned away from her holding his cat far from her. “Blaze has nothing to do with this and how dare you try to put him on the spot, he’s a animal what kind of person does that!?” He looked down continuing his ruse, maybe some fake tears would convince her

"I…I ran away okay? I wanted no part of spending my entire life in some temple …so I bolted and been traveling doing odd jobs ever since that’s how I got all the stuff I got." He jabbed a finger at her. "I shouldn’t have to explain myself to you! you don’t know a thing about me and your not my mom why ask who I am what are YOU hiding? what’s YOU’RE story?" He was prepared to read her mind if necessary.


She stared at him, a red flag going up. Perhaps he was more dangerous than she had initially thought. Her eyes closed for a moment before she straightened. “I believe this date is over,” she announced. “I don’t think this is going to work with how untrusting the both of us seem to be.”

Her pale eyes softened a moment, a hint of sincerity shining through. “I am sorry, Grey, but this is for the best. Perhaps you can enjoy tea on your own.

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Aquene was still very surprised that Mei was content to go with her, even after everything. Though, now that she was alone second thoughts crept up on her. Was this really the right thing to do?

The firebender sits on the couch and puts her boots on. She had a knife in her pocket, just in case anything happened.

Aquene still took a bit longer than what was truly needed before she came out. A satchel was over her shoulder, and hidden away in it was one of the gloves that Sato had created. She never left home without it. “Shall we?”

Exchange of Lessons



"Ba Sing Se. The Middle Ring. I’ve been here since I was 19 though. This city is far kinder in some aspects." Not counting the triads, though she as positive that the triads were a lesser evil than the Dai Li as the Dai Li were considered a perfectly legal authority under the queen.

She forced her thoughts away from home to regard Lieu again. “We can do each lesson on a different day, alternating. That way neither of us get overwhelmed on what we are teaching and being taught.” Focus would be easier that way. “Which days would work best for you, Miss Lieu? Or shall we decided each week what days we shall meet?

"My brother used t’ head into Ba Sing Se every few months before movin’ here. He would get materials t’ work with there." Lieu didn’t mention that he was almost always in the lower ring. In fact, both of them were, lacking the money to reliably stay in the higher rings. Or that she had an aunt who lived there. But her face seem to lose it’s smile, eyes glancing at the table and the glass of water in her hands. 

As Aquene spoke up again, she cleared her throat, looking up at her, smile back in place. “That would work for me. Most days work pretty well for me, though monday is probably out. I’m a bit busy then. What about ya?”

She watched Lieu for a moment, understanding why the other had lost her smile when it came to speaking of Ba Sing Se. For all the glory it had, freedom had been a farce. Dealing with the triads here was far better than dealing the Dai Li. Thankfully the earthbenders here hadn’t learned their style of fighting.

"I have mornings and evenings usually full, but Sunday is best. I do not see any clients then.’ And it was usually fairly quiet with her second life, too.



"Even for those of us that are nonbenders?" she asked. There hasn’t been too much in Republic City for nonbenders save for a game of paisho.

"Even you, a nonbender. Trust me. I was a nonbender before harmonic convergence… and after that, I became an airbender." 

"I’m just… unused to it again," she said softly. "There was much in Ba Sing Se, or seemed to be when I was a child, but Republic City seemed so… culturally different, even with their games and what have you."

So sorry for being MIA. There has been much more going on than just work and recovering from tattoo fog.

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"As with all great societies and kingdoms, this too will fall." Inia shook her head. "It’s only a matter of time."

"And if the world as we know it didn’t significantly change when we tried to make it, then the next big thing will try." Aquene laughed a little and eyed the vines nearby. "Like this. Think the world will turn into how it was in older stories?"

The rest of the replies will come tomorrow. I am too tired to keep focusing. @_@




Inia chuckled and licked her finger bending down to give him a wet willie.

Nothing happened at first, but then the delayed reaction kicked in. Kaen yelped and jumped away from the touch. Though he would adamantly deny it later he even squealed.

Inia howled with laughter as he squealed.  She moved to take his arm and pulled him up glancing back over at Aquene. ” I better get him back to the house… he’s going to feel this in the morning. I’m sure.”

"Make sure to get him some water," Aquene said. "So he feels it less and feels the bed more."

Kaen leaned almost too heavily on her but swore he was upright. “‘m good dove,” he insisted despite the drunk slur.



If she had a smoke bomb Aquene could easily take them by surprise, but those were with her uniform back at HQ. As she kept watch for the door opening she pushed further into the shadows. Patience, she urged herself. That would keep the both of them alive.

Her scent int he room was horrid. He was panicking! He frowned and started struggling more to get himself free only to get a sharp hit to the back of his head. Dropping into unconsciousness, Utino’s head lulled forward.  The other around him were in the process of pulling on gloves and turned to start looking through the house.

Only when she saw one of the gang members and didn’t see anyone covering him did she spring from the darkness, her hand going right for the throat. 

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He had watched her from high perched up on top of the canopy that kept the passengers from the elements while they waited to board. Their luggage was sitting out as a beacon for her- hopefully she’d see it.

She did. He jumped down silently behind her- covered in his robes and coats keeping himself hidden for the most part. He snuck up behind her and blew in her ear as he leaned over her.

She had still been looking for him when he blew in her ear. Out of pure instinct, thanks to her time with the Equalists, she grabbed onto him and flipped him. It was only after his back connected to the pavement next to the luggage that she realized that the one that jumped behind her was her mate.

There was a brief moment of horror that passed over her face as she offered a sincere apology with a bow. “You startled me,” she said as she offered him a hand.

The air was knocked out of him and pretty colors danced behind his vision for several beats. It came as a sudden reminder as to why he loved his mate in every way possible. He blinked and looked up at her once the world stopped spinning and he chuckled. “Good girl..” He coughed and took her hand, pulling himself up.

The compliment had her flushing a little. “So… I have a few things I need to tell you.. a-about home,” she said, leaning slightly against him as an arm curled around his middle.





Utino whimpered as the skin about the bolt sizzled. “Kouhi…” He whined and held her tighter.

"Sweetie, breathe and let it be." Aquene referred to his past. If he was going to be in such pain it wasn’t worth it. And if she ever found out who had done this to her made she would make him or her vanish without a trace. 

Utino snuggled against his mate and closed his eyes. He held tighter a little more, and buried his face in her stomach. “Kouhi…make stop please…”

"Don’t think about the past but turn to the future," she murmured, her hands running through his hair. "Think about one with me and any kids we’d have. And how happy we’d be." Any life with Utino in it would be a happy one.

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Miamori nodded in understanding before going back to measuring. “Oh no, not at the moment. I can look later.”

"Of course. I didn’t mean now." The tea was cooled enough to sip at. 

Miamori finished his measuring and looked back at her. “When will it be open to start reupholstering?”

""Well, I’m closed the rest of the day, but any normal day I’m open until five, sometimes six. So any time after that?" She hadn’t meant for it to sound like a question.