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Welcome to Republic City!

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.

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This kind of newcomer was also perfectly acceptable; they too could use a welcoming brawl to get them used to the city.

Mikazuki's gaze flickered to Nezha's spear. The lack of anything bigger than the bird spirit in the Wilds left him restless, itching for some activity--this guy could prove interesting, even if he looked a bit young.

"That's too bad! I had a few ideas already, but the little fellow didn't seem to like them. At this rate I'm gonna have to call it 'You', and it doesn't like that, either."

Nezha had already been in his fair share of brawls since his arrival, so he was a little late for a 'welcoming' one. But I digress.

The glance at his weapon did not go unnoticed, but at the same time, the youth had gotten quite a bit of attention for carrying the thing around even with the blade wrapped to render it nonlethal. Turns out that openly carrying a weapon like that is both illegal and bound to make a few people nervous, so unless Mikazuki says something about it, Nezha's certainly not going to.

"Have you seen anything more powerful than that around?" Most of the spirits he's seen outside of the Wilds have been small, much like that bird.

Mikazuki worked for the Triple Threats, his whole life was illegal. If people wanted to show off their weapons, that was a-okay with him!

"Not really. The last time I saw a big one was a few weeks ago, it yelled at me for trying to firebend the vines." The spirit's feathers ruffled, and Mikazuki turned to it with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry pal, I'm not gonna do anything like that again."

Once the spirit was appeased, he turned back to Nezha and smiled. It was a nice, friendly smile, but just slightly too wide. "Why? Looking for some exercise?"

And of course the spear-toting boy immediately put together that if he attacked the vines then a big spirit might show up for him to beat up. Nothing could possibly go wrong with this plan.

"The humans around here aren't very strong, so street fights are boring. I thought a spirit might be more fun."

Mikazuki chuckled. He liked the already kid--he reminded him of himself when he came to Republic City.

"Boring? That's gotta suck. Maybe you just haven't met the right humans yet!"

Not that he didn't agree that a spirit might be more fun. It would be fun to watch, at least. He wondered if Nezha's knows the vines were also alive and didn't take kindly to people attacking them.

"Pro-bending looks fun." Yeah, Bolin, look out. He's going to try out for the Fire Ferrets.

"None of the newcomers are benders, so it would be a waste of time to fight any of them." Because only benders can put up a fight, amirite? Well, benders and potentially spirits, if he can find any to spar with.

"You don't have to be a bender to put up a good fight." Mikazuki was a bender, but he made a point not to judge. Violence was all inclusive and everyone should have a chance to enjoy it. "Maybe these people have mysterious powers we've never heard of. You have to fight them to be sure!"

Nezha pulls a look of distaste at the thought. Not in his experience, they don't. ~~He hasn't met Asami yet, clearly.~~

"It wouldn't be a fair fight." Not that he's got any problem with using a weapon in addition to his firebending when his opponent's unarmed. The hypocrite.

Mikazuki chuckled at that frown. The guy should be more open to new experiences, but at least he has standards.

"You're hard to please! That's good. But I'd hate to see you go unsatisfied..."

He grinned, held out his palm and bended a small gust of flame.

"Wanna go? I promise it will be worth your time."

Well, Mikazuki, you've turned that frown upside-down, because that was just what the teenager was looking for.

Nezha reached up to the sash wrapping his spear's blade and unwound it to free the weapon, a cocky grin on his lips.

"I can wait to fight a spirit, I guess."

"Great!" His smile was all teeth now.

Mikazuki turned to the crow-hawk spirit. "We'll think of a name after I'm done here, okay? In the meantime you can watch!" The spirit cooed in agreement, and fluttered to a nearby ledge. Mikazuki waved at it, then turned around to continue the motion in a large arc, sending forth a fire stream.

Bringing the polearm around, Nezha spun it in front of him. As Mikazuki threw fire at him, it was drawn to the head of the blade, collecting and building up until the stream ended. Without breaking the movement of the rotation, Nezha slammed it to the ground, sending all of the collected fire back in a concentrated wall of flame.

Mikazuki started laughing as he watched the fire gathering around the spear. Just a chuckle, for now, but it held the potential to become a full blown maniacal cackle. He'd never seen this technique before--this fight was bound to get interesting.

Another wall of fire rose to counter Nezha's. For a moment, they were both concealed by the flames. Mikazuki took the chance to scale a nearby wall and when the fire dissipated, he lunged. In his book, it wasn't a real fight until you tried to drop-kick someone in the head.

Fortunately, the use of fire as a distraction to get up close was also a favored technique of Nezha's, so if he was expecting to take the boy by surprise with that move, he'd be sorely mistaken.

Again he swung the spear to counter Mikazuki's attack, meeting his kick with the flat of the blade, and immediately followed it by an upward kick to send a burst of flame at his (hopefully unbalanced) opponent.

Whoops! Mikazuki attempted to retreat, using the flat of the blade as a jumping board, but the jump wasn't perfect. He faltered, and the flame passed dangerously close. The landing wasn't graceful at all, but he was quick to regain his wits. If he's already on the ground, might was well use it.

He crouched as low as he could and aimed a sweeping kick at Nezha's feet, with added flame.

Though Nezha's reflexes were far above average, his range was long, and even he couldn't counter a sweep that close.

"Guh!" And down he went, barely able to catch himself from landing on his backside. He had to be quick--if he gave Mikazuki even a moment's opening, it would all be over. Nezha launched himself into a backflip, sending an arc of flame from his feet to cover his recovery. Playing defensively wasn't his forte, but he had to get some distance back between them again.

Mikazuki had to roll away from the flaming arc. He punched out a fireball even as he dodged, but it was hardly accurate and by the time he sprang to his feet, Nezha has already had the time to increase the distance.

With a long, fluid movement, he extended a fire stream, lashing out like a whip.

"Haha, don't tell me you're leaving! I thought we're having fun!"

"I am having fun!" Nezha laughed back, using his spear as a polevault to leap over the fiery whip and throw back a few bursts of his own. He held no illusions that they'd hit, but at this point the adrenaline pumping through him was enough that he was having a blast.

"Good!" Mikazuki laughed as he dodged the flames. When one burst hit so close it singed his hair, his smile got so wide it looked like his face was about to split.

Another stream whipped, this time at the spear. It was very cool and everything, but he'd have a better chance if he knocked it out of Nezha's hand.

Which was something Nezha wasn't about to let happen if he could avoid it. As much as he subscribed to the thought that benders had an unfair advantage fighting nonbenders, that same attitude didn't apply to using weapons in tandem with bending, mostly because anyone could pick up a weapon.

The teen swung his spear around to deflect the whip, and while it did jolt the weapon and send pangs of pain up his arms, it remained in his grip. Finally spotting an opening, he continued the polearm's swing back and forth across his own body, sending arcs one after another at the same angle as the swing.

Edited 2014-10-11 16:38 (UTC)

Failed! Mikazuki was starting to get just a little frustrated by that spear. He was about to launch another counterattack when the street, quite literally, shook.

The fight carried them back to the Spirit Wilds, and after some stray gusts of flame hit the vines, the residents decided they had enough. A large spirits stomped out of the Wilds. An alligator-wolf, larger than it had any right to and mighty pissed if the bared fangs were any indication. When it spoke, the ground rumbled.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

Nezha halted mid-swing, effectively pulled out of his frenzy by the sudden intrusion.

Now, had he found that spirit before he met Mikazuki, he'd be all over trying to fight the thing ~~like an idiot~~, but he'd already become invested in the fight with the other firebender by the time it interrupted. As it was, their little match had begun to draw more than just spirits, if the sound of police sirens getting closer was any indication.

"We can finish this later, right?" Nezha called to his opponent, already preparing to make a run for it lest he have to deal with the cops again.

Mikazuki wouldn't mind turning the situation into a three-way match, but Nezha was already retreating, and the crow-hawk spirit left its perch to fly back to Mikazuki and pull urgently on his sleeve.

He should probably listen to the little guy.

"You bet," he called back, waving. "Don't worry, this isn't over! I'll see you later, uh--what's your name, actually?"

"Nezha!" He called back, grinning like a maniac as he fled.

"Mikazuki!"

He thought of throwing another witty retort, but Nezha already disappeared and the large spirit was looming closer. Oh well, next time. He fled the scene.

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Welcome to Republic City!

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It occurs to me that this guy might actually try to fight Zuko's dragon at some point like an idiot.

i think he and Mikazuki are going to get along splendidly

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I apologise for this shitty tag.

no worries, sometimes less is more!