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♥ 1. Where did you come from? You may not know anyone else on the boat, but you've all got one thing in common; you're headed to Republic City. ♥ 2. It's your first day in Republic City. You might wanna get a job lined up or you'll be living on the streets. ♥ 3. You're the new person in the city. You gotta make some friends, right? Go find someone and strike up a conversation. | |
♦ 4. Feeling a little crafty? Maybe you could make a quick yuan. Sell information for money or do a little threatening. ♦ 5. Vines. Vines everywhere! They're like the heads of a hydra. What are you going to do about the vines that just invaded your apartment? ♦ 6. Triads, Equalists... thugs in general. Welcome to the aftermath of losing a fight. Are you gonna go find a healer or are you gonna tough it out? | |
♣ 7. You've got a job. What is it? How are you going to get customers? You better get some soon. More customers equals more money. ♣ 8. You're a bender, right? Then you better practice it. What's that? Oh, a non-bender? You can still find a partner to spar with, right? ♣ 9. It's late. Have a drink at the pub! Get to know one another. Let it all flow freely! | |
♠ 10. Yeah! You've got a driver's license! Everyone else better watch out... ♠ 11. Entertainment's just rolled on into the city! Watch the ostrich-horses race or the acrobats perform. Or maybe you're one of them! ♠ 12. It's a long line at whatever vendor you're at. Make small talk with nearby civilians or try and haggle the vendor down to a better price. | |
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Aang's a little afraid, but he tries to address the man calmly.]
I - I don't know. I'm just- trying to take a look around?
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[Oh yes, there are finger quotes.]
It's actually really disrespectful to just go and appropriate someone's culture like that.
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Groupies...? But - this is my culture! I earned these arrows fair and square! [He points at his forehead arrow to make a point.]
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[Oh how his eyes do roll.]
I bet that even works on most people, but...I know all the Air Benders. By name even.
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Bumi's jaw drops and he staggers back a half step.]
...dad.
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Aang rubs at his neck sheepishly. And obliviously.]
Um... What?
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...i don't believe it. Aang. You're...you're here.
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[He still doesn't get what this guy's deal is, but at least he's not angry at him anymore. He starts to do a little jig as if that demonstrates his Aang-ness!
But then, he stops mid-dance, as he finally notices the portrait behind Bumi.]
Wait... What's that? [Now to step closer!]
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mom's gonna have kittens.
[He mutters mostly to himself as Aang approaches the family potrait in question. Save for Kya and Tenzin, there's no mistaking who anyone in that picture is, even with the age differences.]
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Your mom's a cat...?
[But his eyes are all on the portrait. A tall, bearded airbender and a group of the most adorable children he's ever seen. But one person is definitely recognizable to him, even older.
He stares blankly at it, processing it all. There's only one monk who ever met that girl]
Cat... Cat... Katara?
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She is indeed a Katara, yeah.
[So there's a beat before Bumi shifts tactics.]
Whelp, at least we're equal in the confusion department. So there's that.
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[He blinks in disbelief, looking at the faces of the three kids. Feeling some mix of confusion and a vague sense of pride. Then he looks back up at this man he's been talking to... and he finds his gaze shifting back to the older boy in the photo.
And now his eyes are ping-ponging between the two. He can see the kid beneath the wrinkles.]
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And there it is. The ol' Air Nomad Quick On The Uptake'dness. Welcome to the party, Dad.
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Dad. [He repeats it to himself as if that will make it easier to understand. And then he just stammers on uncertainly, seeing if that will help him recognize this sudden impossible truth as reality.]
You're my son... but you're old! You're - you're my old son!
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Bumi is tall for someone who looks mostly like a Southern Watertribesman.]
I prefer to think of myself as finely aged, like a nice wine, but sure...to you I probably look ancient.
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You really do! But... in a good way! You know, the first time I went ahead in time, my best friend went from a kid to an old man! So- so I guess this is kinda similar! [He laughs a little, hoping that's enough to make things feel less weird.]
Did you ever hear the name Bumi before?
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[He's trying to catch his breath. Really truly he is. Between wheezes of laughter he's finally able to make out.]
I'm Bumi. Commander Bumi, formerly of the Second Naval Division of the United Forces.
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Bumi? Your name's Bumi, too?! And... Wait, did you say United Forces?! [As if he didn't have a lot to process already...]
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[In that order.
Bumi finally manages to pull it together.]
You know, I wouldn't be the slightest bit surprised if you somehow knew the whole time that we'd meet like this again, and named me that way on purpose.
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So... so, um... This is a lot to take in.
[He's been displaced in time before, but this time it's different. Instead of losing people... It looks like he's gained some.]
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[Sarcasm: one of the sharper weapons in his arsenal.
Which isn't saying much...]
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But I... I have a family now! And not just Katara and Sokka and my friends. I have... [He motions to the picture.] All- all of you! And people keep saying there are more airbenders now. It's all so much! [But not anything he feels bad about, necessarily.]
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