cyclicality | 1st Testimony: Early December Catchall

[Dick Gumshoe, a local earthbending police detective who wishes he was a metalbending cop but is perpetually down on his luck. The good detective can be found at a few locales throughout the city.

A. Sitting on the steps of city hall during a lunch break. He'll be eating from a dinky container of Flameo Instant noodles while also dabbling at a sketchbook. The sketches are far from professional, but they seem to be reflecting some kind of badgermole-like creature.

B. By the police station! He'll mostly be there to do business... or just chat up everyone in the area and look for cases to latch onto. And if someone doesn't seem to belong there, he may pop over to see if they need to be questioned. He may also have a dog with him.

C. In an empty-ish lot within the spirit wilds, where he practices his earthbending. He's also set up a tin can on a dormant vine, and he'll make many a valiant, exaggerated effort to bend it. The result is him holding a ridiculous-looking pose while staring the can down for several minutes.]

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[Korra doesn't usually bother strangers outside of the city hall, especially when they're so engrossed in what they're doing--eating and sketching, in this case. But once she catches a glimpse of the sketches, she can't help but stare. There's nothing like that around the city hall, from what she can tell, so where exactly is he drawing the inspiration from?

Don't mind the girl in blue peering over your shoulder, Gumshoe. She's just being a little nosy (as usual).]

[Nezha (pointedly NOT carrying an illegal polearm today) has managed to find himself near the police station in his continuing quest to familiarize himself with the city's layout. Truthfully, probably not the best place for him to be loitering considering he's still on their shitlist, but whatevs.

It's not the first time his interest's been drawn by a dog rather than its owner, but there's just something about that little ball of fluff...]

Hey, dog. [The teenager calls, kneeling beside it and extending a hand.]

[He's been watching this go on for a while and trying very, very hard not to laugh and ruin the whole thing. Seriously, where do you find guys like this? Are there more? Are they all this dumb? You can't buy entertainment like this.

When it gets to the point where it looks like steam is going to start coming out of the poor guy's ears because he's concentrating so hard, Judar focuses on the can and uses his combustion bending to blow it up.

And then makes sure he's well hidden behind a nearby vine.]

[A soft shift of robes, a footstep . . . and there is someone bending over the page to peer at his work. Long, dark hair slips forward, brushing the edge of the paper.]

[Asami has been paying visits to City Hall more and more often with the contracts Future Industries has been getting about rebuilding the damaged portions of the city. Her own sketchbook is tucked in her shoulder bag.

Here's another member of Team Avatar peering over your shoulder, Gumshoe.]

A badgermole?

[She asks politely. Asami ain't no life drawer, but she's done more than her share of drafting for machinery. Comes with the job.]

[After a fair amount of scouring the city for the police headquarters (though at least the description she was given of the building was correct; look for the building with a big statue of a woman outside it), Mia finally makes her way inside the building and is looking for someone to talk to. She isn't in a huge hurry, but at the same time she's also fairly keen to get this taken care of sooner than later. And so, with that said, she comes up to a desk and knocks politely at it.]

Uhm, excuse me; can you possibly help me?

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