Welcome to Republic City!

[cyclicalitymods]

It was a bright and sunny normal day in Republic City. Children were playing, spirits were chirping about, and everything was going along like normal. Well at least that's what everyone seemed to think. That is until so many people seemed to be appearing out of nowhere. For some reason Republic City seemed to be more lively and the crowds bigger.

The spirits have grown restless as if something important was about to change, and to try to fix that change, the spirits with their big long tree like limbs dragged people into the world left and right. Even the vines covering Republic City seemed to help. Although the spirits had the best intentions in mind, some people were more affected by the grab than others. There's talk that people in this city don't even know what this place is. People who have never heard of the words "bender" or "non-bender."

Welcome to Republic City! And to those who already live here: Happy Saturday. Please make yourselves at home and don't mind a little spirit gunk. It's mostly harmless. Go enjoy yourself a classic mover. Maybe you're the athletic type. If that's the case, come watch a few Pro-bending matches or form your own team. Just watch out for any Satomobiles. They can be deadly no matter how pretty the driver is.

Please remember to enjoy your stay and don't cause too much trouble. The Republic City Police don't need more riffraff to take care of. And don't stray too far. To make the the peace is kept, there's a huge spirit barrier around the perimeter of the city. It seems pretty strong, but it won't be able to last forever. Still, it's worrying. Radio signals and telegraphs don't seem to be getting past it.

[ OOC: The game is officially open! From this point on, feel free to make any posts you want or tag into this. Please remember to tag your posts with Canon: Character. Finally, although the game has no real network, you're free to respond with prose or brackets, whatever you're comfortable with. With that said, have fun! ]

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[luxuriant]

[A] ; basic intro prompt

[The transition was strange enough. One minute he's dealing with the latest plot from those against the Church of Martel back at home, and the next he's surrounded by tall buildings and twisting vines. The monsters in this area don't seem to be aggressive at all, and there are people here too, walking around like it's a casual sight to behold.

Frowning to himself, Zelos steps over a particularly large vine and makes his way towards what seems to be the clearing. The best way to find out would be to check out the city, right? He'll keep his mouth shut and see what he can find out.

And so he does just that, walking around and observing, stopping to look at posters or view any particularly intriguing scenes. He even leans against a building or two, a good ten feet away from any conversation he's eavesdropping on. He's able to hear it perfectly.

But finally, the pieces he's added up just aren't making any sense. This culture seems entirely different from anything he's seen, and it's certainly not a city from Tethe'alla or Sylvarant. You couldn't hide buildings like these. So where was he?

Waving down the next person who passes him, he puts on a smile and an overall friendly face.]

Hey, hey! Care to spare a few minutes to help a lost traveler?

[B] ; this isn't really a prompt

[Because intro prompts are really hard, so this is a wildcard option to find Zelos in any of the areas he was looking around. He'd be anywhere! Girls of all ages are free to assume he tossed them a pickup line, but he wouldn't do more than that.]

B - Sometime in the afternoon

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd's walking down the streets by himself now, a little more informed than he was before, but still overwhelmed and feeling lost. Who wouldn't, really, in a situation like his? Uprooted and landed somewhere else, somewhere he's never heard of or been, with unfamiliar people and unfamiliar creatures and machines and buildings, and those vines that he's still half convinced are representative of something Really Wrong. It's a lot to absorb and adjust to, honestly.

Which is maybe why it takes him a moment to register that flash of red hair he catches from the corner of his eyes. In a city with so many dark heads of hair, though, red stands out. Lloyd's head snaps around. Is that-?

It is!]

Zelos!

[His voice is incredulous.]

[luxuriant]

[The call of his name surprises him, but the sight is even more shocking. His eyes widen in surprise and his hand raises in a wide wave as he grins.]

Lloyd! Hey, bud, it's been a while!

[And of all of the places to run into him... Here? He'd received a bit of information himself, by now, but he still doesn't hesitate to head over to him cheerfully, clapping a hand to his back once he's close enough.]

What's going on? Did you just show up here too?

A

[braavado]

[Another lost traveler. Korra's already met a few by this point, and heard about even more through her friends, so she doesn't hesitate to answer. With the barrier keeping anyone from getting in and out of the city, and several important people missing, one of her first priorities is also helping those that have been displaced by...whatever's caused this entire mess.]

Of course. [She offers him a small smile.] I'll help you any way I can.

[luxuriant]

[Well would you look at that! He's so lucky to get a cute girl even when he's not trying to go around flirting at the moment.]

Great! You see, I'm not really from around here... [He's kind of debating whether it's sane or not to say he appeared out of nowhere. Hm.] What's this city called?

[streetferret]

A - Police Department
Some people were just randomly showing up, the barrier was not going unnoticed and certain important figures of the city were missing. Coming to the police department for answers and solutions was the expected response. Mako could be seen in full uniform within the building. At his desk, filing reports in Lin's office, and helping answering the phones in case one was an immediate emergency.

2 - Break Time
Even a cop deserved a break during all the goings on in Republic City. Not that the detective wanted to take one, but he had to eat some time. A push cart merchant was selling dim sum and he purchased some with the full intent of getting right back on his parked motorcycle. Work was practically Mako's life and right now the police force needed him more than ever. That was how he saw it anyway.

Of course, he's also there to serve and protect. That included answering questions to the best of his knowledge.

C - Detective Duty Yes, Bumi. DUTY.
Having looked through the reports street cops have been filling out, both of known criminals, suspects, and new arrivals through the vines; Mako decided to get back on the beat and look for any suspicious activity. Whether he was on a motorcycle, slowing down as he passed by someone that caught his eye or slowly tailing someone through the crowd; Mako was keeping a sharp eye on certain people.

Maybe they had answers, maybe they didn't. But he's too shrewd to simply let it go.

4 - Wildcard
Make up a thing, Mako could be anywhere in the city thanks to his job as a detective, his past as a pro-bending athlete, and former member of the Triple Threat Triad. And let's not forget him being a former prisoner. *cough*VARRICK*cough*

C

[creepycyclops]

[As Mako is on patrol in one of the shadier parts of town, he may hear a scream of agony and then shouts and commotion coming from an alley off of Dao Mei Avenue.]

C or 3 or penguin seels

[truestheart]

[Sadly, his day just COULDN'T go smoothly. He had to run in a bunch of jerk teens who were part of one of the gangs in the city. They're just standing around him menacingly and telling him to fork over his bag.]'

Look, you don't have to do this! Besides, I don't have anything you'd want!

Penguin seels ahoy

[streetferret]

[The roar of Mako’s motorcycle became idle as he stops to look over at the commotion on the sidewalk.]

Hey! [He swiftly gets off his bike and takes off his helmet. Teen gang members never show much respect to cops, but Mako’s had more than enough experience handling the triads.] I said HEY!

[He puts himself firmly between Henry and the trio, folding his arms while giving an annoyed look.]

Get lost before I take you down to the precinct.

A

[restoredhonour]

[After taking matters into his own hands and inspecting the barrier, Lord Zuko decided to travel to the police station unannounced to speak with Lin. Upon arrival, however, the department seems in disarray, with no one knowing her whereabouts or being able to contact her. There were hurried assurances he would be able to speak with one of Chief Beifong's subordinates covering for her, however, and it's for that reason Mako receives a call to Lin's office, informing him Lord Zuko is waiting outside.]

[streetferret]

[Mako’s eyes dart up and away from the report and he’s gives an affirmative at what he hears over the phone. Last time Mako saw Lord Zuko wasn’t that long ago. Well, for him. Passing through the office, he grabs his gloves off his desk and puts them on right before leaving the building.]

Lord Zuko. [He bows, hand in fist.] I didn’t know you were arriving, sir. But we are working on locating Chief Beifong.

2/B or not 2, B?

[savedtheworld]

[Maybe it's supposed to be quick pick-up, but Mako might not have counted on a monk being in front of him in line. He's wearing a hat that covers up his forehead arrow. But some traces of his arrows still aren't exactly fully covered.

Right now... this monk is looking over all a types of vegetarian dim sum like he's appraising them. The beleaguered runner of the shop is just sighing as he shuffles to fill his requests.]

Caaan I see those other vegetarian options you mentioned? Maybe that's what I'm hungry for! [He flashes his innocent smile.]

2

[backbends]

Ty Lee had spend the better part of the day wondering around the city and while she enjoyed the new sights and learned a good deal, she was starting to feel a little lost and hungry. It was then that her eyes landed on the cute boy leaving the stand, about to get on an interesting contraption.

"Ohhh! That's the first one of those I've seen!" Ty Lee exclaimed, running up to Mako without so much as a hello. "What's it called?

[creepycyclops]

A: Blackmail
[The hour is late, and the night is dark, overcast, and raining lightly. Slade has been following someone, undetected, for an hour now, waiting for them to be alone and away from possible interference. Tucked into his armor, Slade has various sensitive documents and photos that he's knows his target would be desperate to keep secret and safe. Slade can keep a secret, but he considers doing so a favor, and he does not give those out for free. ((Up to you where Slade finds your character alone (an alley, their home, their shop?) and what dirt he may have on them.))]


B: High Society

The White Swanfish Gala is this evening - yet another high-society event for the upper-class citizens of Republic City. Everyone is dressed in their most expensive formal attire, and the bouncers work hard to keep the lower class riff-raff out (but will likely fail to stop the most clever and determined party crashers).

Wil Zan (Slade's civilian alter ego) is dressed in a fine white and blue silk nehru, smiling broadly and chatting with seemingly everyone.


C: Wildcard
[If you have an idea for any sort of thread, just throw it at me.]

A

[windfire_donuts]

[Nezha held little fear of the dark corners of Republic City, even with the gangs that infested the cracks and alleys. After all, to be afraid would mean acknowledging that there was even the slightest possibility that someone could get the better of him, and the boy's ego left zero room for that.

So it was that, with polearm in hand, Nezha took the back-alleys back toward his apartment on the off chance something interesting might happen on his way home to help ease his boredom.]

Just Zuko (younger) first, then open as she gets her bearings!

[dustonmyfeet]

The smell hit first.

And then the sound.

The smell was bad enough -- trash fermenting in what was left of the sun, something that was probably animal urine -- but the sound was worse. Satomobiles shrieking through the streets, people shouting, her seismic sense screaming in every direction as it captured every footfall, every hum of machinery, every bug crawling through the walls. It hit her in a sudden surge, flooded through her senses until suddenly, sharply . . . she emptied the contents of her stomach on some nearby shoes.

There was silence for a long moment. The owner of the shoes stared down at them. He was well-known in the area, one of the members of a bending triad who'd just come upon the girl, stopping to investigate the intruder in his group's domain.

For her turn, Toph wiped her mouth, forcing the flood back, yanking it under control. "Where are they?" The words came out sharp, hard; it had taken only the bare instant for Toph to realize that wherever she was, the others weren't around her. They'd fallen asleep on Ember Island, the last night before setting themselves on Ozai. There were only so many logical explanations. Obviously this was some kind of Fire Nation patrol; they'd been found after all, and she only had so much time. "You'd better talk fast."

She was crazy. The kid was crazy. And she'd thrown up on his shoes to boot -- this little upstart whose eyes didn't look right, who was facing him down like she was somebody. The triad member's eyes narrowed; he reached out to swipe . . .

And found himself with a pillar of earth spearing into his gut, knocking him hard into the opposite wall.

[lordhotman]

By now Zuko had somewhat gotten his bearings. He didn't really have any answers yet, but he'd managed to figure out the city somewhat. He'd met some people. Some he knew and some he didn't, and he's come to the conclusion that this place is just crazy.

At the moment the young Fire Lord who wasn't, was walking through the streets. He'd managed to find himself a cloak, and had put on that metal mask that that one weird guy had given him. Trying to conceal his identity as best he could from prying eyes.

He was heading back to where he and his Uncle were staying when he heard a shout from an alleyway. Immediately Zuko paused, turning his attention in that direction. That voice sounded very, very familiar.

The triad member gasped and heaved as he slid down the wall, the wind knocked out of him. He staggered back to his feet, eyes filled with rage as he called the little girl several expletives. He proved to be a Firebender as suddenly he was summoning fire in both fists. She was going to pay for that.

At that moment, Toph would probably recognize a set of running footsteps behind her. Though there is something just a little different about them. The owner of the feet is a little older, and just a little taller. Zuko came running in, leaping over Toph's head much to the thug's surprise and lashed out with a flaming kick.

MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN! WE HAVE A MAN DOWN!

[abitofawildman]

His stomach lurched in that way that told him the ground was coming up fast. While the rest of Bumi's mind laughed at gravity, there was one tiny little traitorous voice that squeaked, This might not have been the best plan.

As per usual the little bastard arrived after the event horizon had already been crossed.

He shouldn't have followed the DragonFly Rabbit spirit when it was clear BumJu wanted to be left alone. It's just...Bumi had spent so long making the blasted sweater, and he just wanted to see his little blue friend wear it just once for a picture.
Just once! That really wasn't so much to ask, was it?

So when BumJu went down to the cliff, Bumi followed.
And when he flew towards the tree, Bumi followed.
And when he went out just past the reaches of a bough that hardly would have held him when he survived on three square K rations a day, let alone after six months of culinary indulgences...

Well, let's just say that of all Bumi's Sins, being adept recognizing the connection between Cause and Effect was never his strongest suit.

The bough begins to give way. Bumi's eyes go wide. His hands begin to slip.
BumJu, for his part, attempts to save the now retired Commander by grabbing at the collar of his United Forces coat...but to no avail.

Bumi is falling, and he knows exactly how much this is going to hurt. He squeezes his eyes shut and puts his arms out in front of himself to break his fall...

Something shifts. Something changes.
When he opes his eyes again he...he's....rutting badgermoles, he's AIRBENDING.
Then the world goes black as he faceplants into the ground.

Soon enough he's back on his feet, running towards the main plaza screaming for all the world to hear.

"Tezin! Pema! You won't believe what just happened!!!!!"

(Catch him anywhere along his Air Temple Island sprint. But be quick about it, he's spry for an older gent.)

Island of Misfit Boys: Electric Boogaloo

[savedtheworld]

Air Temple Island has three new visitors. A monk strolls with a spring in his step. A lemur swoops and swirls around him. And a sky bison lumbers behind both of them. On some level they all experience similar feelings of anticipation and nervousness about what they could face. And they all felt some ancient-feeling sense of nostalgia which tugged them ever close to the temple.

Still, they came to a stop along the road to the temple, simply taking it all in. The lemur perched on Aang's shoulder, and so the monk glanced between his two companions. "Ready, guys?" He stroked the lemur between his heads as he spoke. "If everything we heard is true... We're gonna find a new home, and more friends. I can't even imagine what kind of person we'll run into first!" He makes a cheeky smile.

Although, right now, it looks like someone is running towards them first. Aang places a hand over his eyes and squints to try to make out the incoming shouting man...

[yangarang]

[ Yang had hardly been in the city but a few days herself before the rumors hit the streets. Though she listened her and there and was more than willing to help a lost stranger as best she could, she had more important matters at hand. Her months allowance was only going to get her so far and her and her sister couldn't stay in hotels forever. They needed a place to stay and most important, Yang needed a job.

Rooming was the easy part, Yang had managed to square away a decent enough lower class apartment that could be afforded with the monthly allowance her father produced. It was finding a job that was tedious work. After hours of little luck, Yang found herself kicking a can down the street.

Sighing out of frustration, she threw up her arms and kicked the can she had been kicking. ] This is so boring!

[diedthesage]

[After hours of actively ignoring all the ruckus that the new clamor had caused, Nabooru had decided to sit and watch. Picking off the weakest of the pack would be easy enough- though it didn't feel right stealing from people who had nothing. Especially not even a clue. And for the most part, they wouldn't have anything good on them anyway.

But what came with sitting on the sidelines and watching was a least a little information about what was going on. Spirit nonsense. Great.

She was halfway thinking about picking and leaving the city entirely (getting involved with those kind of shenanigans never boded well for anyone) when that little tin can landed at her part of the sidewalk.]

Come on now, you have a can. That's more than most at this point. [Entirely and truly facetious but offered with a smile nonetheless.]

[descendsfromshadow]

[Yang isn't the only one out on the street with some time to spare. Blake is on the hunt for work as well. The work she has now just covers her own tiny apartment but a little more could never hurt... and she did find herself with an awful lot of free time recently.

She's out on the street, nose in a book, and seemingly completely oblivious to her surroundings, even as a can comes shooting toward her. She barely lifts her head but when the can reaches her, her hand comes up to catch it. A glance toward it and then in the direction it came from... oh.....

The book critic.]

Maybe you just need to find another can.

[lufthansa]

The sun is setting over the bay making the water sparkle and reflecting off of the little islands it holds, making them look as if they glow with a warm light. Albert drives along the waterfront, careful not to deviate from the narrow street in the company car and doesn't pay attention to the view at all, his mouth set in a semi-permanent frown.

Really, things in Republic City haven't been all that terrible. He has a home, a job, enough money to feed himself and pay the bills, and he even sometimes feeds the turtleducks in the park, but by looking at him one might think that everything was dismal.

For today, that's the case. At first he thought all the newcomers would drum up some business, maybe bring new money and new ideas into the city, but there are too many too fast and half of them don't even know things every child learns on the first day of school. It's maddening, and what's more is they're clogging up all the streets, making it virtually impossible for him to get from point a to point b and do his job. Granted all he'd done today was deliver aid supplies for Future Industries to give out to all the new people, but it's the principle of it. Not to mention if these people can't be sent back to wherever they came from, they'll be taking jobs too, which could put him in dire straights if they'll work for less pay.

He's so caught up in his dour thoughts that he may not notice any pedestrians that might cross the path of his truck...

[gainedacoupon]

Unfortunately for Jin, she picked the worst time to walk across that strange street with all those weird vehicles. She was minding her own business while admiring all the buildings when she heard his truck roaring closer. She let out a loud scream and quickly covered her head as if that were going to help her.

" PLEASE DON'T SMOOSH ME!"

[lavamylife]

"Yeah," Bolin agrees with Lloyd when it comes to the movers, "it was all Varrick that helped make that mover turn me into a star. I don't know if I could have done it if I had to do everything live!" While Bolin does have a flair for acting, the memorization probably would have been murder. "But it's still a lot of fun, and I got to meet a lot of famous people while I was doing it, so I can't complain."

So Lloyd hasn't been warned about the triads yet? Well, Bolin was certainly glad that he managed to tell him before the triads managed to find him. "They're well, they're the organized crime syndicates of the city. I mean, they're kind of nice some of the time, and they can help out in a pinch... buuuuuuuut they've also done some really bad things in the city. I should know."