[There is a young man stalking -- no, sulking -- no, stulking is the appropriate verb in this case -- yes, stulking his way into the outskirts of camp this afternoon. Upon seeing civilization, there is a brief moment of something not entirely unlike relief, before he realizes just what kind of civilization this is. He plucks a stray twig out of
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[-- sorry I'll just be staring at your hair]
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Watch out, they've started with the land mines! Branch mines?
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Maybe exploding pillows? Hi!
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[guess who's coming to CHASE YOU DOWN, you non-Avatar person DX]
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Don't even think about-
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