[ action ] (tag one of two) (voice part will occur in pain's real body, for once)callmelegionFebruary 28 2010, 08:33:07 UTC
[ His bones remember nights such as this one.
Nights of no moon, or too much moon. The wind through the trees, bringing with it the sounds of the evening. Voices, and hands, and the sense that you were safe, that something was coming for you. Would come for you. Would beat down the door of your home and remove everythingThis is the same. Humans, or other creatures. Is it really any different? Is one any truly any uglier, any more menacing, than the other
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[The world is red again. It has been like this before. She remembers it well - -the cannibalistic horrors of war and the poundpounding of too many different hearts beating for one battle
( ... )
[ Moving, in this body, is a task. Because it betrays him, in everything.
His arms are too heavy (too thin) to lift from their bindings, to feel the wraps flake off like gauze and tape and glue, like bindings for every little piece of humanity. And his chest are already rising and falling with the effort. It is a shame, such a shame. To remain so enfeebled. ]
You must carry me down the stairs.
Wrap me in paper, in air, if you must.
[ It will cause the signal to fluctuate, perhaps, but it will still be strong enough to fight. ]
I am also outside.
The others are outside.
I have the coordinates we are going to on this device. I will give them to you.
Re: KUSASATOfirebendingteaFebruary 28 2010, 16:21:28 UTC
[This was trouble. Iroh already felt terribly thirsty and hungry and he was suddenly glad he wasn't a waterbender, if a waterbender could even work with the blood-red moon hanging above. Of course, if he were a waterbender, he would have been able to purify the water sources
( ... )
[At the edges of the fire's light, there are skittering sounds, and flashes of movement. The brightness has disturbed those little things which prefer the darkness.
But not everything fears the light, and so something else stirs, something larger, and strangely shaped, coming closer and closer...
But when it steps into the light, it's only a woman. Small, and shivering - not a fighter. There is a scarf wrapped around her face, and she never looks quite at Iroh, keeping her head turned to the side.]
[Iroh stayed his hand, directing the flames away from her, but keeping them around him, since it seems to be driving back many of the monsters in the darkness. ]
Miss, this isn't a good place for you. Are you all right?
[Iroh should know that some spirits wear human faces, but he isn't the type to strike an unarmed non-combatant. And he probably will never be the type.]
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Nights of no moon, or too much moon. The wind through the trees, bringing with it the sounds of the evening. Voices, and hands, and the sense that you were safe, that something was coming for you. Would come for you. Would beat down the door of your home and remove everythingThis is the same. Humans, or other creatures. Is it really any different? Is one any truly any uglier, any more menacing, than the other ( ... )
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[ Moving, in this body, is a task. Because it betrays him, in everything.
His arms are too heavy (too thin) to lift from their bindings, to feel the wraps flake off like gauze and tape and glue, like bindings for every little piece of humanity. And his chest are already rising and falling with the effort. It is a shame, such a shame. To remain so enfeebled. ]
You must carry me down the stairs.
Wrap me in paper, in air, if you must.
[ It will cause the signal to fluctuate, perhaps, but it will still be strong enough to fight. ]
I am also outside.
The others are outside.
I have the coordinates we are going to on this device. I will give them to you.
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But not everything fears the light, and so something else stirs, something larger, and strangely shaped, coming closer and closer...
But when it steps into the light, it's only a woman. Small, and shivering - not a fighter. There is a scarf wrapped around her face, and she never looks quite at Iroh, keeping her head turned to the side.]
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Miss, this isn't a good place for you. Are you all right?
[Iroh should know that some spirits wear human faces, but he isn't the type to strike an unarmed non-combatant. And he probably will never be the type.]
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