cyclicality | 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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"Sweets are often the best opportunities." Not really, but he seemed young and she wasn't quite at the level of corrupting children yet. "Are your parents around anywhere?" She couldn't imagine one so young off in the city by himself, but stranger things had happened.

He simply shakes his head. "No, I'm on my own. My parents.... They're not around." Anyone he could have called parent has been gone for a hundred... no, no it must be closer to two hundred years now. "But I wanna join the airbenders at the temple." And now there's some jelly lingering on his chin from the latest treat.

Orphans were probably a more common thing in the city- even if he wasn't really from around here. It was hard for her to imagine not living in a tight group with people to take care of you ... yet at the same time she'd just got done with leaving all that behind her. Nabooru was sure he wasn't quite the same case.

"They'll take good care of you over there." It seemed like a good place, and air benders were good people. She leaned over to swipe her thumb across his chin to clean off the stray jam and then swiped it on the corner of the tablecloth.

He blushes slightly, giving a nervous chuckle as she wipes it away. "Right. Seems like people here are really nice... and airbenders are supposed to be even nicer than that! The one I met before... she was definitely very nice!" The granddaughter he never knew he'd have. "So... I think I'll be okay."

"The people in the city are suspect. But air benders can always be counted on to be good." Because that was there creed or something like that. It was something she could respect, even if it was something she definitely couldn't follow.

"Just don't trust everyone you see. You'll do fine." The only advice she could really give a newcomer. The city was full of sleaze .... she herself was no exception.

"I knew I could count on airbenders." He smiles at her. It's great to hear that his people are still honored by others. "And I trust you, too, Nabooru." He might have some trouble following the part about not trusting everyone.

"Don't be ridiculous." Though it's definitely an admonishment, it's not said cruelly. And she's still smiling at him. Children were usually this way. "You don't know anything about me." It's not like she'd ever steal from him, even thieves had their codes, but she knew even she wasn't to be trusted.

"But I know your name's Nabooru and that you're from the desert and that you like sweets." He recites that quickly, then he adds, "And you share. I think that's enough to start with." He says that very confidently. He's seen his fair share of the darker side of humanity, but right now he's inclined to believe that Nabooru can't be very bad.

A laugh escapes her. Kids were so precious. She really didn't want to see anything bad happen to this one. "Sure. That's enough." She pushed the remaining plate towards him in hopes that he'd take it. "Let me know how it's going, if we run into each other again. Alright?" Nabooru was sure they wouldn't mistreat him, but one never knew. And she wouldn't mind running into him again from time to time.

"Of course." He claps his hands together and makes a grateful bow, as he beams at her. "I'll make a full report! And... thank you again, for being so generous. Are you sure you don't want the last plate?"

She waves her hand. "You take it. I'm full." Nabooru's insatiable appetite would never be appeased but he looked skinny and who knew if he'd make it there tonight. Even though junk food wasn't the best it would at least ease her conscience about whether or not he'd be alright on his own.

At least he exercises often enough and otherwise has a healthy diet. "Alright. I'll make sure this doesn't go to waste, then! Seeya around?"

"Sooner or later." The city was big but at least he had a mainstay. She didn't, but she was sure they'd run into each other eventually.

Welcome to Republic City!

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