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ooc: The posts in here will take place shortly prior to part 2 of the plot.
A. Docks (Closed to Bumi) - The yelp is cut off all too quickly. The woman's pale hand snakes forward, impossibly fast, closing around the man's throat. She's strong -- too strong -- the momentum of it sends him crashing back against the wall, pinning him under her grasp. Her fingers press like daggers into the soft flesh at his jaw and around his windpipe. Her eyes are cold and black as stones.
He will not be leaving this encounter easily. If at all.
"The Avatar believes that you are capable of learning." Her gaze never leaves his face. "I do not."
B. Spirit Wilds (Closed to Mia) - The water of the former fountain twists in response to the footsteps, swirls. The Mother of Faces emerges from the depths, the great branches of her crown dripping.
She surveys the group -- two stone-faced men, each with a pouch dangling at their belts, holding onto a small, blue-haired girl. One hand lifts; the girl is released. Apparently the Mother has no concern about the girl running off.
"Mia." The name is greeting and question both. What exactly had she been doing?
A. Docks (Closed to Bumi) - The yelp is cut off all too quickly. The woman's pale hand snakes forward, impossibly fast, closing around the man's throat. She's strong -- too strong -- the momentum of it sends him crashing back against the wall, pinning him under her grasp. Her fingers press like daggers into the soft flesh at his jaw and around his windpipe. Her eyes are cold and black as stones.
He will not be leaving this encounter easily. If at all.
"The Avatar believes that you are capable of learning." Her gaze never leaves his face. "I do not."
B. Spirit Wilds (Closed to Mia) - The water of the former fountain twists in response to the footsteps, swirls. The Mother of Faces emerges from the depths, the great branches of her crown dripping.
She surveys the group -- two stone-faced men, each with a pouch dangling at their belts, holding onto a small, blue-haired girl. One hand lifts; the girl is released. Apparently the Mother has no concern about the girl running off.
"Mia." The name is greeting and question both. What exactly had she been doing?
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She reaches up with her opposite hand, touches his brow, and where her fingers connect with skin, light unfurls, blossoms. The light twists dizzily around the man's head and then fades. With it fades the man's consciousness, his eyes rolling back in his head as his weight slumps downward. The woman's hand withdraws, and he sags to the ground like a sack of wet sand.
The woman's face twists back over her shoulder to regard Bumi anew, her expression almost a challenge. Just what will he do now?
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"Why did you...that was uncalled for!"
Slowly he advances, knife still drawn but not raised in an offensive position.
"Back away."
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Her eyes return to the blade, further narrowing. "You will put your knife away. I will not permit it."
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The knife clatters to the ground, but Bumi continues to move forward.
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"Regardless of what he's done, that man needs a healer, and I'm going to take him to one."