Sooooooo super late! Sorry! XP part onemurinaeNovember 16 2007, 02:52:26 UTC
Okay, you asked for it! AVATARD!
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Of course, the savior of the world just had to be the most annoying being in all of the four nations.
That was what Akira of the Earth Kingdom had decided, and there wasn't much to persuade him otherwise. Of course, it didn't help that the Avatar's basic inclination was that of water, to bend and flow and change forms (without ever really changing its true nature) ... and water didn't mix well with a solid, stable earth nature.
It just created mud, really.
The Avatar (or Avatar Hikaru, as he was supposed to be called) certainly made a mess wherever he went.
He didn't quite look like a water tribesmen; for some unknown reason he had dyed his dark wolf's tail hair an eye watering blond, which clashed terribly with his tan skin.
Come to think of it, he didn't really look like any sort of avatar either. Not in Akira's opinion anyway. Avatars were supposed to be dignified, balanced, in control ...
"WHOOOHOOO! AKIRA! LOOK WHAT I CAN DO WITH FIRE! WOOHOOO! BET YOU CAN'T DO THIS! UH OH! WATCH OUT!"
"Can you not go a day without setting something ablaze?" Akira sighed as he summoned the dust to rise up and snuff out the flames.
"No, no, I got it! I can fix it! Hang on!"
"Wait ... wait ... don't ..." Akira threw up an earth shield as the wave crested around him. However, the other boy had taken advantage of his air powers as well (thrice bedamned that Isumi for teaching him that particular trick!) and merely lifted the water huge ball and over the wall to drench Akira. The earth underneath his feet became a sodden, squelching bed of mud.
But it did put out the flaming grass.
"See! I told you I'd get it."
"Yes, well, you got me as well." Akira stared at his dripping garments. He absolutely hated being wet.
"I can fix that!"
"I rather you not."
"Oh come on, I know how much you hate mud!"
"I can take care of the mud," he stated grimly. "I am an earthbender after all." As if in response to his words, the mud underneath his feet shifted, rolling away so that he had a clear path.
"But you can't do anything about the water." The Avatar just shot him a pleading look, but Akira ignored it as he wrung out his sleeves.
All while, he was chanting a mantra in his head. Isumi (that traitor) had taught Akira that mantra as a parting gift after he had taught the Avatar air bending. Somehow, the airbender had thought he would have need of it.
"Instead of practicing the methods you have mastered, how about practicing the methods you have no control over? I have yet to see you generate one good pillar, much less a dirt clod. Or is earth bending beneath you?"
"Yeah! Of course it is, I'm walking on it!" the Avatar's eyes widened. "Sheesh, just joke! Really! Cause earth is underneath ... nevermind."
"Be ready." Akira got into the correct stance.
The Avatar, however, just stood there looking at him. "I didn't mean it."
"That is irrelevant."
"You don't like me, do you?"
"That too, is irrelevant."
"I do respect earthbending. Very much. But it's so hard. It's not easy, like this." He flicked a finger in the air and a flame danced at the edge of the nail. "I can't help it. With everything ... It's like being so full all the time, with this thing inside me ...I just keep remembering everything, thousands of years of ..." he closed his eyes. "But I don't mean to make you mad."
"Again, it's irrelevant. I am your teacher."
"I rather you be my friend."
"But I am here to train the Avatar. Now get ready."
The Avatar sighed even as he reluctantly crouched down.
Immediately, Akira flicked a hand and the earth rumbled, sending the other boy sprawling. He hopped up, winds helping him back to his feet.
There was something sad in his gaze, even as he took the correct stance yet again. But Akira didn't hesistate. He was going to teach the Avatar earthbending. Even if it killed the both of them.
---
Of course, the savior of the world just had to be the most annoying being in all of the four nations.
That was what Akira of the Earth Kingdom had decided, and there wasn't much to persuade him otherwise. Of course, it didn't help that the Avatar's basic inclination was that of water, to bend and flow and change forms (without ever really changing its true nature) ... and water didn't mix well with a solid, stable earth nature.
It just created mud, really.
The Avatar (or Avatar Hikaru, as he was supposed to be called) certainly made a mess wherever he went.
He didn't quite look like a water tribesmen; for some unknown reason he had dyed his dark wolf's tail hair an eye watering blond, which clashed terribly with his tan skin.
Come to think of it, he didn't really look like any sort of avatar either. Not in Akira's opinion anyway. Avatars were supposed to be dignified, balanced, in control ...
"WHOOOHOOO! AKIRA! LOOK WHAT I CAN DO WITH FIRE! WOOHOOO! BET YOU CAN'T DO THIS! UH OH! WATCH OUT!"
"Can you not go a day without setting something ablaze?" Akira sighed as he summoned the dust to rise up and snuff out the flames.
"No, no, I got it! I can fix it! Hang on!"
"Wait ... wait ... don't ..." Akira threw up an earth shield as the wave crested around him. However, the other boy had taken advantage of his air powers as well (thrice bedamned that Isumi for teaching him that particular trick!) and merely lifted the water huge ball and over the wall to drench Akira. The earth underneath his feet became a sodden, squelching bed of mud.
But it did put out the flaming grass.
"See! I told you I'd get it."
"Yes, well, you got me as well." Akira stared at his dripping garments. He absolutely hated being wet.
"I can fix that!"
"I rather you not."
"Oh come on, I know how much you hate mud!"
"I can take care of the mud," he stated grimly. "I am an earthbender after all." As if in response to his words, the mud underneath his feet shifted, rolling away so that he had a clear path.
"But you can't do anything about the water." The Avatar just shot him a pleading look, but Akira ignored it as he wrung out his sleeves.
All while, he was chanting a mantra in his head. Isumi (that traitor) had taught Akira that mantra as a parting gift after he had taught the Avatar air bending. Somehow, the airbender had thought he would have need of it.
"Instead of practicing the methods you have mastered, how about practicing the methods you have no control over? I have yet to see you generate one good pillar, much less a dirt clod. Or is earth bending beneath you?"
"Yeah! Of course it is, I'm walking on it!" the Avatar's eyes widened. "Sheesh, just joke! Really! Cause earth is underneath ... nevermind."
"Be ready." Akira got into the correct stance.
The Avatar, however, just stood there looking at him. "I didn't mean it."
"That is irrelevant."
"You don't like me, do you?"
"That too, is irrelevant."
"I do respect earthbending. Very much. But it's so hard. It's not easy, like this." He flicked a finger in the air and a flame danced at the edge of the nail. "I can't help it. With everything ... It's like being so full all the time, with this thing inside me ...I just keep remembering everything, thousands of years of ..." he closed his eyes. "But I don't mean to make you mad."
"Again, it's irrelevant. I am your teacher."
"I rather you be my friend."
"But I am here to train the Avatar. Now get ready."
The Avatar sighed even as he reluctantly crouched down.
Immediately, Akira flicked a hand and the earth rumbled, sending the other boy sprawling. He hopped up, winds helping him back to his feet.
There was something sad in his gaze, even as he took the correct stance yet again. But Akira didn't hesistate. He was going to teach the Avatar earthbending. Even if it killed the both of them.
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