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A - Keeping In Shape

[Keeping in shape and being prepared was never really a habit that Blake had fallen out of, it had been drilled into her mind every day since her training had begun as a child. Training to fight benders, opponents who possessed abilities she couldn't match, the power to pull their weapons from the very world around them. To counter that, she had to make herself into a weapon and a weapon needed to be kept sharp and ready if it was to be any use. Plus it was nice to let her mind wander for a little while and not focus on troubles ranging from paying bills to whatever the spirits were doing to cause trouble now.

So, right now she can be found in one of Republic City's gyms dealing out a pretty heavy beating to one of the punching bags with rapid-fire punches and kicks. Of course, she's more used to training with an actual sparring partner but this would have to do for now....]

B - Paying the Bills With Bonus Yang Xiao Long

[Okay, so waitressing isn't exactly a particularly glamorous career path by any stretch of the imagination, but it could be worse. The pay was alright, the staff was agreeable, the hours were flexible. But there was always something... and in this case, it's the fact that the boss couldn't seem to pick a theme and settle on it and each month brought a brand new surprise. This time when she'd come in, she'd been presented with the most recent result of a late night "inspiration": maid cafe.

... Fantastic. You can be sure she'll be approaching this new setup with all the enthusiasm she's known for, or maybe a few customers will luck out and get the waitress who's actually on board with this nonsense.]

C - Cleaning Up the Streets

[Republic City wasn't the safest place in the world at the best, most stable of times, and the times the people are living in now are far from that. The typical dangers of the Triads and Equalist remnants were joined by angry citizens determined to get the so-called "foreigners" out of town. The police couldn't possibly be everywhere at once and somebody else had to step in where they couldn't be.

That somebody is currently moving through the city in the dead of night. Masked, hooded and sticking to the shadows. Few even knew she was out there and fewer still had seen her in action but one thing is certain tonight. Should trouble rear its head in Republic City's streets, the White Fang wouldn't be far behind.]

D - Choose Your Own Adventure

[Got something else in mind? Fire away. Aside from any of the above, Blake can be found roaming the streets doing everything from carrying groceries, keeping to herself and reading a book, or any of the above. Feel free to drop in on her anywhere you like.]

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[Wan caught a glimpse of the masked girl as she moved through the midtown streets. It was late and he'd been on his way back to the wilds. But the movement caught his eye. That was more than a little suspicious and he broke away from his path to follow the shadowy figure. If she was out to cause trouble, he was going to put a stop to it.]

[It's looking like a quiet night. Blake stops at the edge of a rooftop for a moment, just above the city lights where spotting her would be difficult, and looks down at the streets. Just the usual, late night people wandering around. Maybe she could head home early tonight and actually get some rest--

-- and that's when she spots somebody headed her way, clearly having spotted her. She lets out a sigh behind her mask. She picked up a tail, just wonderful. But at least he doesn't look like much, probably just some homeless guy who got curious. Okay... she can handle a chase tonight.

Looking down at Wan from behind her white mask for a moment, she moves abruptly, hurrying to the other side of the roof and dropping into the shadows. Let's see how good you are, Mister Hobo.]

[Wan had only just started his lessons with Toph, and couldn't 'see' very far with the earth, but it was enough to feel where the person landed after her form disappeared from the roof. He headed across the street and for the alley, keeping his senses open so he could feel if she ran.]

[Run she does. She hits the ground running, moving quickly and nearly soundlessly through the alleys between buildings. She'll go for a few blocks before taking to the high ground again. The maze of alleyways and shortcuts between buildings was usually enough to lose most pursuers and knowing them was just as important as being able to navigate the city's rooftops.

Certainly, this should be enough to evade one hobo who'd caught a short glimpse of her.]

[Wan followed her easily through the alleyways while she remained on the ground. Once he felt her start to climb, though he knew he'd have to do the same. Instead of staying on the same path she had, he cut around the other side of the building she'd 'disappeared' from his earth sense at and used a quick funnel of wind to push him up to the last fire escape landing before he climbed the ladder the rest of the way to the roof. His approach was quiet, a product of years of practice both intentional and not, and when he hopped over the edge to the opposite side of the roof she was on. He was hoping she'd still be there, checking her back path to make sure she'd lost him, so she wouldn't see him join her.]

[It's a good plan, and one that's largely successful because Blake is clueless as to what Wan is truly capable of. So, when Wan catches up, she's indeed at the edge of the roof looking back where she'd come, satisfied that she'd given her pursuer the slip.

And she does certainly look suspicious. Her clothing is functional and designed for ease of movement and silence, mostly dark greys in color to better camouflage in a city that was rarely ever dark enough for black to do much more than create a silhouette. Her face is covered by a white mask, designed to resemble a grinning cat and a hood hides the rest of her head.

Other than that. She's armed and armed well with a short sword on her back and a sickle blade attached to long ribbon coiled on her hip.

For now, Wan's presence seems to be unnoticed.]

[While he was only planning on following her for a little bit, the weapons she was sporting had him worried. He wasn't sure it would be safe to just let her continue whatever it was she was doing. He decided to risk confronting her.

Wan moved so he was only a few paces behind her before he spoke up.]

You know, when people wear masks and skulk around in the shadows at night, they're usually up to something. What are you up to?

[One definite saving grace of the mask is there's little indication of her surprise at him managing to get the drop on her, only the slight lifting of her head. It might even have the opposite effect when she slowly turns toward him and fixes that unchanging gaze in Wan's direction.

He'd managed to keep up with her. So, not just some regular hobo then. She's quiet for a moment, considering, before speaking up.]

Nothing you need to be concerned about. Not unless you plan on causing trouble yourself.

You're the one with the weapons, I'm more worried about you causing trouble.

[Definitely a woman behind the mask. ~~Maybe he should have found a dog one like he used to have for nights like this~~.]

Weapons?

[She shifts slightly, casting a glance back at the sword hilt over her shoulder without ever letting Wan leave her line of sight.]

There are plenty of people in this city with natural abilities that can cause far more harm then these can, and an unfortunate number of them don't mind using them for just that.

If it makes you feel better, just think of them as equalizers.

[Wan couldn't really say she was wrong. His mouth twisted downward in a frown.]

Equalizers. Does that make you an Equalist?

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