Call For Help

[cyclicalitymods]

After the events from November 11th, the city has been in a constant state of repair. In an effort to speed things up, a variety of construction companies have offered high wages for helping out since many have too many orders to keep up with. Earthbenders in particular are welcome, especially if they're able to metalbend, but it's hands for labor that are most needed.

Those who received the newspaper on the 5th of this month will have noticed some overlaying text that probably shouldn't be there. It said to meet outside the city council office if you want to help rebuild the city, but those who went on the 5th and the 6th know that nothing happened. Around noon today, however, a golden light shoots out of the ground. Instead of dissipating right away, it sketches out the word "hope" in the dirt. Shortly after, genuine gold appears where the light had burst forth. Every now and then, a variety of items and tools appear, lying scattered among the gold. Many of the newly appeared items can be used to help rebuild the city such as stacks of timber and stone, but many of the other items appear to have been previously owned. Heirlooms that had been previously destroyed now in perfect condition along with other lost items and the like keep appearing at random in front of the city council office in addition to all the gold.

The text on the newspaper wasn't lying, though. Someone is watching. Or something. Everything everyone does will be under close surveillance. Whether they keep the gold, leave it alone or give it away; whether they work to repair the city or sit and do nothing. Either way, the area around the council office is brimming with spiritual energy, but no spirits are coming out to play.

Comments

[raavashing]

Age doesn't have anything to do with being a bully. And someone who wants to cause that kind of destruction is as much a bully as the next.

There are other ways to live. All it sounds like is that you have nothing worth living for so you keep looking for something to fill the emptiness. The boredom. You can find another way. A peaceful way.

[fallensun]

[He's been smirking a bit to himself, but that remark makes his face go completely serious. It's not an inaccurate assessment, after all, except for the part about the emptiness. He's already filled that, though he's pretty sure that this guy wouldn't accept anger as an acceptable choice for filling in every last empty space.]

A peaceful way? Doing what, exactly? Sticking my fingers in my ears and singing songs and pretending I don't see what's going on around me? There's no such thing as peace.

[raavashing]

You're wrong. There's plenty of things in the world that hurt others, and some of them are inevitable, but humans hurting each other on purpose is not one of them. We have a choice, we control our actions. That doesn't mean those who seek peace ignore what's happening around them, those who seek peace must actively work to bring it because it's inaction that brings the most pain to others. Peace is not the absence of trial and pain. Peace is people working together to get each other through times of trial and supporting each other when they hurt.

Help others and you find the peace you're blinding yourself to.

[fallensun]

Are you done? I stopped listening a while ago when things got too stupid. Who the hell are you anyway? You sound like you're a walking philosophy book and that's really annoying.

[This is not the place you go for deep thoughts, unfortunately.]

[raavashing]

[Wan paused for a few seconds before rolling his eyes.]

No wonder you're so bored. You're too lazy to even listen to someone talk for half a minute.

[He waved a hand at the guy, obviously dismissing him as he turned around. He wasn't worth the effort at the moment. As much an annoyance as he claimed Wan was and little else.]

It doesn't matter who I am. With how little you care, you've probably already stopped listening, haven't you?

[fallensun]

What, no intros? It's easier to avoid you if I know who I'm avoiding, after all. I'm Judar, by the way.

[The name on its own means little, sadly. He should do something about that.]

[raavashing]

...Fine. It's Wan. And there's a thousand more people in this city that share it. It really doesn't matter.