Nickelodeon (ended 2008)
| Eman5805 wrote: |
| I think I'll do that, but first, what's the rundown on world events? Still with the rebellion tick? What's the latest thingamabob? |
hey Dafoose did you read my Post.
Thanks for your help with the sig
The deal with her attitude is that it stems from past experiences.
Mrs. Yoji is seeing what is happening to Siam and know what it will do to her
You will find out why soon.
It's been a long, long time between posts, but let's see how I do with another freestyling session...
Van Tsu-Yan (Qiang or Spear wielder)
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Si Wong Desert...
How the hell does anyone even live out here? It's hotter than being sandwiched between two fat people in a sauna in the day time, and at night it turns into the middle of winter in the North Pole, that is if you can even say it's anything but winter up there. Add to that the constant lack of water and having to ride on animals that smelled bad even when they weren't sweating and it's just a miserable condition to live in. The desert sucks, but damn it, it's a great place to get away with whatever you want.
And it's also a good place to disappear.
Van threw back his head, pulled the wraps from his face, and gulped down a mouth full of water. It was bitter and there were flakes of dirt in it, but there was only 8 good wells in the entire Si Wong desert and the nearest was a 3 day trek by foot. Through the hazy mirage causing air, he made out the temporary shanty town the Shinei Sandbender tribe set up almost a mile in the distance. His elk-camel spotted the town too and picked up it's pace before Van could give a kick to the ribs. It didn't like the extra weight it was carrying very much.
Van patted it on it's head, "Don't worry girl, not much farther. You'll be stuffing your craw with moldy dates and sellick roots in no time. I'll be eating the good stuff myself." The elk-camel shook around underneath Van, nearly shaking him off. "Okay, okay, you can have some too. Picky animal."
He stepped through the curtain entrance into Xin Mao's tent. This guy was a real piece of work. Even in the middle of a place like this, he still managed to keep three beautiful women around him and despite an obvious shortage of food, had a belly that would make a hippo cow jealous. Van wouldn't complain through. He'd much rather travel the desert with a tribe with a leader that likes women than the other one that doesn't. Desert life can get lonely and it wasn't a woman friendly occupation to ransack land trawlers for it's cargo. So, when life gave Sandbender's lemons they...Van didn't even want to think about it.
Normally, Xin Mao's bodyguards would've hacked Van into dog meat for just walzting in on their leader without announcing himself, but the wrapped spear Van had slung over his back was a dead giveaway who he was.
"Ahh, Van, made off with some good loot have you?" Xin Mao also suffered from delusions of granduer. He was wearing all purple like he was the king of the freakin' world.
Van tossed the bags in front of Xin Mao's spread futon thing. They landed with a jingle of metal "You tell me, boss."
Xin Mao smiled at Van's show of disrespect and waved for one of his lackies to go through the bag. He took out a silver plated...plate. There was also some other eating utensils in the bag. The bodyguard looked annoyed. Xin Mao looked just confused.
Van shrugged. "I thought you would enjoy the new silverware." He let them see his teeth. "No, the real stuff is in the other bag."
The lacky opened it up and his face lit up as he took out a long pearl necklace. One of the beauties at the big sack of fat's side, one with pale skin and black hair Van recognized instantly, crawled over and let out the traditional "oooh, ahhh" sound. She was fairly new to the tribe too as she came after Van while he was out scoring some loot.
Shuffling on her knees, a position Van knew for a fact she was used to, she brought it back to Xin Mao and asked, "Can I have this?"
"Absolutely, Siyo. A job well done as always, Van. As I'm sure you've already taken your cut, you can go," he said waving his hand slightly sipping from a cup with the other.
"You know it boss man. See ya later," he turned to leave, but was staring a man in the chest. He looked up at the bruiser then back at Xin Mao. "Uh...you mind telling him to move?"
Xin Mao made the guy move, but it wasn't what Van had in mind. Xin Mao nodded slightly and the bodyguard punched Van in the stomach. Hard.
It felt like his insides and just been knocked out through is back. He gasped for breath but couldn't find any.
What the hell was going on?
There came a moment of silence, save for Van's attempts to breathe, as Xin Mao climbed to his stubby feet. "Van, Van, my dear Van. Look at what you made me do. Oh Van, s man such as myself doesn't get to where I am by being a fool. I have to be smarter than anyone else and not let anything get past me."
"Like anything coated in sugar or slathered in gravy" Is what Van wanted to say, but he was still struggling to breathe. And didn't even recall when he fell face first on the ground, but he felt rough hands dragging him to his feet and supporting him by gripping his arms. Out of the corner of his eye, Van saw someone holding his spear.
"I like you, Van. I really do. That's why I took you in, clothed you, gave you food, women. And when you agreed to return the favor by joining us, I allowed that. but I can't let anyone make a fool out of me. And I definetly can't let anyone sell me out."
Sell him out? What was he talking about?
Xin Mao snorted. "Look at that face. Even when I've caught you red handed you feign ignorance? Disgraceful and frankly, I thought you were better than that. Of course, I also thought you were better than outright betrayal, but then again, I should've known better. Given your history."
Van finally sucked in enough air to spit out coherent sounds. "Do'...kno'...wha'...ta'kin'... bou'...!" Maybe not all that coherent.
Bright red pain flashed where the brusier slapped him.
"Enough of this game, Van. Because of you, Lang Mi, Ayako, and Chung are all dead. They ambushed them at their hideout at the hidden cave. No one but the people in this room and them knew where that was. I know I didn't tell. I know my personal bodyguards didn't either, so that only leaves one option, Van. Care to guess who it might be?"
Through gritted teeth Van rasped, "Why would I tell the Hami Tribe anything? They'd kill me on sight!"
"No, Van, they'd kill a Shinei on sight. You're not a Shinei. You're an outsider who had no where else to go with no real loyalties to anyone. Your skin color is proof that you weren't born in the desert. What I think happend is you were the one who got ambushed, but panicked. You knew there was no other way to avoid being killed so you told them about the cave where I keep all of my treasure. I also believe that you lead them right to the cave yourself to prove you weren't lying." His face was more grave and serious than Van had seen it. "Or maybe...that's not what happened at all..."
Van spat out some blood. "I. Don't. Know. What. You're. Talking. About!" Van's voice raised with each word. As soon as he got to the second syllable of "about" he was slapped again.
Xin Mao looked sullen now. "The only reason you aren't dead yet, is twofold Van: First, I want to know which tribe you told. And second, is because I need to know if I was right. Did you betray me to save your own life, or was it something you did on your own for money? Because this has me at odds with myself. I had actually fooled myself into thinking you didn't care about things like that. But, then I heard about what you did in your past...and well...I'm starting to wonder..."
Your past. Given your history.
That was the second time he brought that up and it just clicked. How did he know? Van never told Xin Mao about when he served front lines during the war. He had to hear it from somewhere but who could...
Van's eyes drifted to mattress where the beauties lay, all looking on what they thought would be an execution. All except one. Siyo, the only one of the group of beauties Van ever knew. Her head was down as she played with the pearl necklace that was just a few shades lighter than her skin...her skin?
Your skin color is proof you weren't born in the desert.
Van's mind went back to almost three weeks ago just after he came back from one of the better hauls of his time there. There was a big party and Xin Mao as a treat offered Van one of his women, knowing he'd probably turn him down as he always did. Van didn't want anything to do with a woman who had anything to do with Xin Mao, but Siyo wasn't the same as the others...she'd turned up out of nowhere to replace one of Xin Mao's old women who died, and Van never exactly found out why. And really she was the one who had propositioned Van first. And he did get kind of drunk even though he only had a glass or two of the sake.
It was hazy, but Van remembered laying half asleep as she massaged his back and they...talked. About him some of the time. No, most of the time. No, all of the time. They talked about Van...and...
Van cursed outloud, loud enough to turn everyone's heads.
"Siyo!" Van snarled.
It wasn't a traditional distraction, but it worked for Van's intent. He stomped on the brusier who was still holding him's foot. Heel met instep with appropriate success and Van jerked backwards striking the big man in the nose. One of the beauties shrieked. One of the bodyguards attacked, with Van's own spear no less. Not willing to be run through with his own weapon, Van pivoted and grabbed the incoming thrust just past the tip. He bent low and let leverage and momentum of the man, who clearly had little experience with the weapon, carry him over Van's body and into the other bodyguard. Van was now the only person holding his spear, just the way it was always meant to be.
If Van had any doubts about the kind of person Xin Mao was, it was confirmed now: there were four people on the bed. Xin Mao and his three concubines. When Van whirled the spear and pointed at them, only one of them wasn't cowering and whimpering like a little girl. It wasn't Xin Mao. It was Siyo. She was in a stance like she was ready to fight. But, in a confined space like this unless she was a Firebender, Van had the upperhand. Van lunged-
Siyo, somehow holding a fork, spun to the side of the tent and cut through before Van could get to her. He leaped through the gap. Mistake.
A swath was being cut through the sand straight where Van was going to land. He jabbed the end of the spear into the ground and flung himself to the side before he hit the ground and got a wound that would've taken off a leg. The swath continued past and tore through the tent, collapsing it on everyone inside. Siyo was heading straight for a small dune moving at unnatural speed. She was an Earthbender, if he hadn't realized that yet and even though Van wasn't slow by any count, he had nothing on someing using the sand to push off her steps. She made it to the dune and in a jumping gather bent all the sand away revealing a sand glider. The ground shot her up and onto the glider and she started creating a sand current to propel the glider forward. It should be noted that she was doing all this while wearing barely enough clothes to be considered actually wearing clothes.
Van gave up trying to catch her on foot on account of acute impossibility and broke off towards a covered tent with a special sleeping animal inside of it.The commotion in Xin Mao's tent drew everyone else out of their tent too. Someone shouted something about stopping Van, but nobody got to him before he'd mounted Xin Mao's eel-hound. He snapped the reigns and the beast stood up and bounded out of the tent. He pulled hard to make the beast turn.
He'd never ridden the things before but had heard of how fast they were. The descriptions did the beasts no justice, they were fast, but by the time they had gotten to where Siyo had been, he'd lost sight of her. The damn girl had the foresight to whip up a large cloud of sand, so Van had no choice but to tell the beast to run through it blindly. They made it but Van still couldn't see her. Damn, how could he have lost her so damn quick? Not willing to give up, he urged the eel hound to keep running, but she was long gone now.
Van cursed again. He'd been suckered with every man's weakness and was now what some would call a "pillow talker". He slowed the beast to a slow crawl and started turning back. He saw more sand gliders headed his way from where the camp was.
It was at this moment that Van realized that he didn't explain anything to Xin Mao about how Siyo was the one who really betrayed them and that she probably was the one who killed his previous concubine, but Xin Mao wasn't a paitent man. He wouldn't want to hear any explaination from Van now...he'd just want his head to roll. Xin Mao also wasn't a forgiving man either. He had a reputation as a ruthless desert bandit leader to uphold. There's a good chance that even if he got away today, someone might try to kill Van tomorrow.
Van shook his head and crossed off another place in his mind he couldn't go back to, and snapped the reigns for the eel hound to go into full gallop again.
Howdy fell Rpers
I hope you like this next post. I am a little rusty since i took a little break meh..
anywho enjoy...
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Siam- airbender
Mrs. Yoji- earthbender
~~several miles southeast of the Western airtemple~~
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The fire fizzled and snapped as Siam sipped the remains of her watery stew. Turning onto her back, she gazed at the heavens and gave a long yawn in reply to its magnificence.
"Siam?"
Siam immediately snapped out of her lethargic state and grabbed the piece of parchment and writing utensil where she was lying.
"I wasn't sleeping Mrs. Yoji... I was just waiting for some inspiration."
"Hmmph. Gravity was not discovered by someone being idle under a tree you know. When a person writes about their experiences they should do so from their heart. Then they use what brains they have to make sense of it all. Now write!"
"Do I have t..."
"WRITE!"
Mrs. Yoji's sudden yelling caused Siam to almost toss her writing tool into the fire. But after calming herself Siam put the proverbial pen to the proverbial paper and began to proverbially write.
Dear diarrhea?
Siam looked up from her writing confused.
"Mrs. Yoji... How do you spell "diary"?"
Mrs. Yoji opened one lazy eye in bewilderment.
"Are you telling me that you don't even know how to spell. I swear education has gone to the dogs these days."
Everyone suddenly heard a howl in the distance. Mrs. Yoji turned her head slightly but decided to ignore it.
"D-A-I-R-Y."
After making a mental note not to ask Mrs. Yoji for anymore spelling tips Siam continued writing.
Dear Diary,
Today is the sixth day since the destruction of the Western Air-temple. I still can't believe that anyone could be so volatile towards a tribe to peaceful and obliging. Their hate towards the air nomad tribe can only be surpassed by my own for destroying those that I loved.
Siam took a second to look up at the stars as a tear rolled down her face.
After searching for Kempa we finally found him in a watering hole covered in mud. I immediately scolded him for getting his fur so dirty but then Mrs. Yoji stopped me when she discovered that all his fur was gone. She went on to say that Kempa was one of the smartest animals she had ever known because mud makes for a good salve even if a temporary one. We spent the rest of the day hunting down enough ingredients to make a better concoction to heal Kempa's ailments.
We were able to cover the majority of his wounds and sores but Mrs. Yoji told me that we would have to move Kempa to her place in order to heal him properly. She then preceded to earth-bend a platform out of the earth. After several strenuous hours of pushing a reluctant flying bison on the aforementioned slab Mrs. Yoji used her bending to slide it across the terrain in the direction of her home. The great strain from the weight has left her much drained leaving me to set up camp and dinner.
Mrs. Yoji asked me to write about what things that I should be grateful for. She said that even a beggar on the street or a widower has things that make them happy. Even though she scolds me a lot I do not know what I would do if I had not met Mrs. Yoji. And except for being a little bit bossier she is very much like my mother. She also gave Kempa back to me. He is one of the few links I have to my parents. The memories that I have with my parents, I will treasure them always.
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Siam awoke the following morning to find the campfire lit and breakfast stewing. The smell made her very hungry as she made her way to breakfast. She picked up the ladle and stirred the liquid.
"Is the soup done already?"
Siam turned around to find Mrs. Yoji with firewood in hand. Bringing up the rear was Bostov with a giant branch in his mouth.
"I would give it a bit longer actually. But how are you feeling Mrs. Yoji? You looked so faint last night that I thought you were going to be sick."
Mrs. Yoji looked at the girl thoughtfully as she sat down and tested the soup herself.
"I am doing very well. Last night I took one of my potions. It takes a nights rest for it to cycle out the lactic acid. But how did your diary go?"
"It went very well. It really does help."
"By the way, I need the parchment that you didn't use and the writing tool as well."
"Um about that... I used it all up and was wondering if you had anymore."
Mrs. Yoji's face started turning red as she built up steam.
"You- used- it- all - up?"
"Um... yes?"
(The next few moments have been censored for the viewer's care)
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Um... yes I did go there
so what
| confucioussayhi wrote: |
| Ok. Uh, Daf. That's pretty good, but it's hard to read because the colors of the background are almost the same as the letters in some parts. Some of the right side is cut off too. And that's not my quote. That's a part of a song by Dennis Leary. Like I said, I have another thing I can write instead if that's too big, which it looks like it might be. Although I miss Indra and Darlo(especially Indra), this is great. You're finally back, and all is right in the world. Good post. Same with you Nein, except you haven't been gone forever. Nice post. I'll be doing my own sometime today. |
Here is another post for you guys to enjoy.
this one is a little bit more serious (just a bit)
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Siam - airbender
Mrs. Yoji - earthbender
~~Nearing Mrs. Yoji's house~~
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For the next day and a half the two people and their animals traveled. The only sounds to be heard were either the flying-bison groaning from its pains or Siam Still trying to apologize for using up Mrs. Yoji's precious parchment.
It was a couple hours past noon when they saw a gray speck in the middle of grassy field covered sparsely with trees. As they drew closer, Siam saw that the house was a ranch made completely out of granite with grass covering the roof. At a hundred feet they all saw a giant hand made out of greenish water waving in salutations to their arrival. At the site of the waving hand Mrs. Yoji doubled her efforts despite the strain.
"Hana," said the person waving.
As they arrived at the house Mrs. Yoji created a pillar that sprung her off the rocky platform and towards the person waving.
"How is he doing," Mrs. Yoji explained as she caught her breath.
"He is doing fine... a little stiff though. I just woke him up this morning. He's out back getting some fresh air."
"I know I have said this a hundred times Chiyo but I can't tell you how much it means to me."
"Go see him Hana. I know he will be thrilled to see you."
While Mrs. Yoji was greeting her friend Siam and the company were worrying about crashing for lack of driver. To their relief the stone slab gently came to a stop just before plowing into the house. Siam immediately checked up on Kempa who gave a low moan of annoyance.
"And who might you be deary?"
Siam turned around to find a tall very short woman. The only reason she was tall though was because she walked around wearing stilts made of ice. Other than that the brown eyed woman with graying hair could be a dwa- I mean little person. Based on her clothes Siam guessed that she was originally from the Southern Water-tribe.
"M- my name is Siam. I met Mrs. Yoji after the massacre at the Western Air-temple. She rescued me and brought my flying bison here so she could heal him."
"Massacre? What happened at the temple? I do hope the flying mushrooms haven't already started their uprising."
Making a mental note for later Siam ignored the mushroom comment.
"Everyone is gone. Only Kempa and I made it out alive. Other than that... I don't really know... I"
It was that moment that she realized that Chiyo was hugging her. But instead of breaking down, Siam just hugged the tall very short woman back.
"By the way, you should meet Iwao," Chiyo said as she freed Siam. "And you should stay for his birthday party. Today he is turning twenty-five. I think you two will get along nicely."
"And you must be this Kem-PA that your little friend has been telling me about."
Siam looked down at the spot where Chiyo was only to see her feet. She then turned around to see the tall very short woman patting Kempa on his big black nose.
She sure is fast, thought Siam as she watched Chiyo inspect the hairless flying bison.
"It seems that even though your master got off scott-free, you weren't so lucky my new friend. Hmm... Siam how about you go meet the birthday boy while I see about your animal."
Siam nodded as she made her way down the steps and into the house. From the outside the house looked very small but from what Siam could see it expanded into several different rooms that were massive by themselves.
As she followed the hallway down Siam ran into a staircase that led into what she believed to be the living room as well as the dining room. The room contained a burning fireplace surround by several furnishing and a wooden table surrounded by stone chairs. On the walls were murals of what Siam made out to be different herbs painted with natural colors against a limestone surface.
"Do you like them? Whenever my mother brings home a new plant to test I take a sample and add it to my collection of paintings."
The deep voice coming from behind her startled Siam causing her to fall down the stairs. A strong hand wrapped in gauze reached out and caught her before she fell. As Siam looked up at her rescuer she saw a boy who was a little shorter than her. Judging from the voice Siam could have sworn that the boy was older but he only looked to be in his mid-teens.
"Who are you?"
"Didn't my mother tell you? I'm her son Iwao."
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I sincerly hoped that you liked it.
Post comments please
| ThatLostGuy wrote: |
SEASON FIVE PREMIERE!!
*Fifteen Years Ago- Fire Nation Island*
The twelve Fire Nation Councilmen sat about a large round table. It was smoothly polished by the best craftsmen money could buy. Some of the Councilmen wore large robes which represented their high power and authority. Others seemed to be more of the 'slacker type', knowing fair well of their supremacy over the world yet did not bother to show it off. One of the Councilmen, a large elderly fellow with a drooping beard addressed the group.
"Welcome back, Councilmen. We have gathered here today for one of the most important meetings this group will ever hold, possibly the most important meeting on the face of this planet even." The man revealed a tiny slip of parchment to the group and placed it on the table in front of him. "On this parchment contains the sole purpose of our meetings. Why we do what we do. Our past. Our planned future. The secrets we would rather die over than let be released to the rest of this rotten and disgusting world. And to keep the twelve of us in line and in accordance with one another, all twelve of our names have been inscribed on the parchment by order of Lord Ozai himself. Therefore, this parchment I hold, "The Hamitsu Parchment", is the single most important piece of evidence there is and ever will be. If someone were to get there hands on this then mankind as we know it will fall into pure chaos! The secrets this parchment encloses, our secret, must not be discovered by anyone. And most importantly, our secret must NEVER be released to the rest of this hideous world!"
The Councilman threw his fists on to the table during his last sentence of his speech. Almost instantly, the other eleven Councilmen shouted up a storm at the eldest Councilman. He shook his head. "There is nothing we can do. The Hamitsu Parchment originates from a power far higher than ours. It falls under the restraints of Lord Ozai himself. If we want to lose our positions and be assassinated, we can burn the parchment into nothingness. But on the other hand, if we want to remain in power then we have no choice but to keep The Hamitsu Parchment hidden from the world and to blindly follow Lord Ozai's commands. Those are our options- Life or Death, hide the parchment from the world or reveal its' identity."
One Councilman, a younger man with huge bulging arms slammed his fists on the table. "I CHOOSE LIFE! WE SHALL HIDE THE PARCHMENT!" Almost instantly, the other ten Councilmen shot out from their chairs and shouted in agreement.
The original speaker began to talk once more. "Now the question remaining is this- where do we hide the parchment?" The Councilmen looked at one another; baffled beyond belief. "Remember gentlemen. If The Hamitsu Parchment is discovered then all twelve of our names will be released and we will all be targeted for our wrongdoings to society. For the plans we called for. The men we ordered to be killed. The innocent lives we took from the world."
"I say we keep it in the Fire Nation Temple in the central part of the city," one man shouted.
"I agree," two others said in unison.
"Very well then!" the eldest Councilman announced. "We will hide it in a locked chamber somewhere within the walls of the Fire Nation Temple. This meeting is adjourned! Gentlemen- I bid you good day."
*Five Years Ago- Fire Nation Island*
Azula marched amongst her troop towards a squadron of elite Fire Nation soldiers. She belted out, "Will General Vylx please step forward." The squadron quickly realized Azula's presence and they bowed down, leaving only General Vylx standing tall. He walked towards her. "Why Azula your holiness, what brings you here?" She grinned at General Vylx and signaled for one of her soldiers to step forward. The soldier held a scroll which read, "By order of King Ozai and on behalf of the Fire Nation Council, General Vylx, you are hereby banished from the Fire Nation and from Fire Nation Island for all eternity."
Ex-General Vylx immediately grabbed on to Azula's shoulders. "Wha- what did I do!?"
Azula smirked. "You know what you did, Vylx! You meddled in a place you weren't meant to be. You had to keep searching until you uncovered a sector you weren't permitted to be in." She was stopped short when Vylx began to plead his side of the story.
"THE FIRE NATION TEMPLE!? I had never been inside the building! I had no idea it was off limits!"
"No idea!?" Azula shouted. "That is why my father himself hires guards to surround the Temple during all hours of the day! You say you had no idea where you were going when I know fair well that you are nothing but a liar, a thief, and a no good dirty rotten fool!"
Vylx dropped to his knees. "I swear I had no idea what was inside that building. I went in and went out, Azula! I swear to you! I touched nothing! Please give me one more chance! Please, Azula, PLEASE!"
She smiled at him with a queer and crooked expression. "Ex-General Vylx, you must leave Fire Nation Island at once and NEVER return!" Vylx got back on to his feet, grinned at Azula, and was instantly escorted by ten Fire Nation soldiers towards a ship that awaited his arrival.
*Four Years And Eleven Months Ago- a bar on the outskirts of the mainland*
Vylx, now an ex-General, entered the bar and ordered a drink from the owner. He had a large smile on his face for some odd and peculiar reason. The man sitting next to him noticed this. "Why so happy, stranger?"
Vylx turned to the man. "What would you say if I told you that I hold the biggest secret this world would ever know. A secret so LARGE that if it were released into the wrong hands then many people would die and a battle so massive would be unleashed that the world itself would crumble!"
The man smiled while taking a sip of beer. "Why sir, I'd say you're crazy."
Vylx smiled back and put his arm around the man. "What's your name fellah?"
The stranger put down his mug to shake Vylx's hand. "The name's Torka Woo. Born and raised a good old fashioned Earth Nation citizen. And you are?"
Vylx released his grip from Torka's hand. "Vylx, and I too was born and raised the simple Earth Nation way." Vylx took a swig of beer and began to laugh with Torka. "So can I trust you, Torka?"
Torka squinted at Vylx. "Well that depends buddy."
"Depends on what?"
"Depends on what the big ole' secret is, that's what!"
Vylx began to laugh once more before revealing a slip of parchment from under his jacket. "This here parchment is the single most important thing on this planet, Torka. Now then..." Vylx pointed to the door. "Let's go get some privacy and talk a little business." On the way out Vylx asked Torka if he had any children.
"Yes, just two boys. Rassel and Willy Woo. They're what keep me going every day."
The two men walked outside of the bar, letting the door slam behind them.
*Thirty Minutes Later- same location*
Torka patted Vylx on the head and slapped him on his back. "You sly dog you! You replaced The Hamitsu Parchment with an old junk piece of parchment!" Vylx began to laugh along with Torka. "Hell yeah I did! And I drew a little picture of a wolf on it too! Just for kicks!"
"And so you were long gone before they even realized you switched parchments?"
Vylx smirked, "Well I'm here ain't I?"
Torka looked down at the parchment with a sigh of relief. "Once we get this to the right people we could put an end to Fire Nation tyranny. We can destroy them from the inside, even! I think it's best if we make a duplicate of the parchment in case one of us- well- fails to exist. You understand, Vylx?"
Vylx licked his lips. "Great idea, Torka. Let's get that done at once!"
*Four Years Ago- Fire Nation Command Station*
A newly appointed Fire Nation General approached his troop. Some of them seemed to be celebrating their best man's birthday, Rampage. Darkboy was there, he's the one who had the treats. But that's not all he had. The General hovered over his men like a hawk before speaking to them.
"MEN! We move out at once! We are going to attack a small village named Ho-Fi-Keep. Anyone who attempts to resist our expansion shall be slaughtered on the spot. Burn down their homes and make an example with some of their men." As the troops readied themselves Darkboy presented Rampage with one final present. It was a slip of parchment. He read it to himself. It stated, "By orders of Lord Ozai and on behalf of the Fire Nation Council, you are hereby ordered to murder Torka Woo and annihilate all who come in your path."
Rampage stuffed the parchment away for safekeeping and smiled at Darkboy. "Thanks for the present, Darky."
*Four Years Ago- Ho-Fi-Keep*
Torka Woo ran like a headless chicken in an attempt to locate his son and wife as a Fire Nation squadron attacked his small defenseless village. "WILLY!! RIZU!!" he shouted. There was so much commotion and so little time. Torka quickly ran inside his tent and grabbed an amulet his father had given to him when he was little. He unlocked the amulet with a tiny key he had left in a drawer of his desk. Speedily, he stuffed The Hamitsu Parchment inside the amulet and locked it back up. Just then, little Willy Woo, scared as ever, entered the tent in search of his parents.
"DAD!" Willy shouted.
"WILLY!" Torka shouted while grabbed on to Willy and putting the amulet around his neck. "I must find your mother Willy! I need you to run to that little spot I showed you on the day we moved here!" Willy wouldn't let go of his father. Torka had to become more insistent. "WILLY! I NEED YOU TO RUN!"
He shoved Willy outside of the tent and then he too walked outside. "RUN WILLY RUN," he screamed as Rampage charged from behind him with his large axe raised high in the air. Torka turned around to face his attacked, but it was too late. With one fatal swing of his axe, Rampage had chopped Torka in two. Willy shouted bloody murder as he watched his father die and collapse to the ground, and then quickly ran away from the scene as the Fire Nation soldiers attempted to chase him down.
The Fire Nation General watching the fight waited for the right moment to go and examine Torka's body. He checked his belongings and found nothing. He then charged into Torka's tent and threw the whole place apart in search of The Hamitsu Parchment. But he found nothing. "DAM!" he yelled while launching a fireball into the tent and burning it down. "The Parchment's still out there!"
*One Year Ago- Fire Nation Island*
Lord Ozai called for a meeting with the remaining ten (of an original twelve) Councilmen, as well as his daughter, Azula. "One month ago, Councilor Tik was found in his studies with a noose around his neck. They deemed it suicide. And now just yesterday, Councilor Uzzlar was found with his wrists sliced open. They too called it suicide. But I know fair well that you good men would not be doing this to yourselves! I know what is going on here! The case of the missing parchment is back. We thought we had rid the world of the stolen parchment and we were wrong. It has resurfaced somewhere and we must find out who holds it! We must get our hands on it before it is too late for the rest of you and before our secrets are shown to the entire world!"
The Councilmen looked at one another, scared and frightened.
Lord Ozai continued, "I have arranged places for each of the ten of you to hide out in. Only I will know of these ten separate locations and only I will call upon you when you are all needed for a meeting of the Council. I wish you all luck, gentlemen! And I thank you for your services under the order of the Fire Nation! You will all now separately be escorted by separate troops to your destinations. Your safe havens, if you will."
The remaining ten Councilmen looked at one another in awe until there were all pulled apart from one another and marched outside of the building they were in. This was the beginning of a new era. The making of a brand new kind of human being...
Lord Ozai signaled for his guest to be escorted into the room. Ozai sat atop his thrown and watched as his subject cowardly pranced before him. Ozai spoke, "Detective Biff Brewster, so glad for you to join me. I have a little mission for you since you are the best private eye that money could buy. You are the best, aren't you Biff?"
Biff created a fake smile. "Yessir boss! The best of the best!"
Ozai smiled. "Good... very very good." |
| ThatLostGuy wrote: |
Detective Biff Brewster
CHAPTER ONE *Fire Nation Island- Eleven Months Ago*
Biff threw open the door to his newly set up office at the heart of Fire Nation Island. Lord Ozai was willing to give Biff whatever it is he needed in order to discover the whereabouts of The Hamitsu Parchment. Biff stuck to Ozai's word and asked for multiple secretaries and investigators to help him solve the case. He had assembled a makeshift team and was ready to begin the hunt for the most important piece of evidence the world would ever see. It was Biff's responsibility to retrieve the parchment and make sure that no one would release it to the rest of the population.
Dressed in the finest attire Biff could get his hands on, he marched in and out of the rows which his team was standing in. He turned to one of his secretaries. "Tea, please. Not too hot and make it snappy." He turned to the man standing next to her and gave him a quick head nod. "Alright," he shouted to the group. "I want to know everything there is to know about ex-General Vylx. First off, what in the hell is his first name."
Two men quickly shouted out his name, both men trying to seem like they were the best investigator Biff had. "Tavius Vylx!" One of the men stopped talking after they each shouted out his name but the other one continued to speak. "He was born and raised in a small fishing village on Fire Nation Island called..." The man quickly rummaged through some papers on his desk until he located what he was searching for. "Kidaro, that's the name of it!"
Biff put his hand on his chin. "Okay, so his father must have been a Fire bender as well. Or at least he must've worked for the Fire Nation or offered some kind of services for them at the very slightest. So our little Tavius Vylx grows up to become a master Fire Bender. Who trained him and where was he trained?"
The man who answered the first question seemed to have more answers than just his name and birthplace. "He was trained by a Mister Wimblo Kizz at his private training station in Tunsun-Ru, a small village located just a few miles north of Vylx's hometown, Kidaro." Biff raced towards his desk and picked up a folder. He scrambled through it until he found what he wanted.
"Wimblo Kizz. I knew I've heard that name before. He was a mental patient for quite some time. He was seeing visions. Aghh. Visions of the Fire Nation destroying the land using a 'scorch and burn' method I believe. Then he was released from the nuthouse and he attempted to make his dreams become his own reality."
"That's exactly correct Mister Brewster," the investigator smiled.
"What's your name kid?" Biff asked.
The man offered his hand to Biff. They shook. "Pin Tizikuru, and it's a pleasure to work under your command Mister Brewster."
"Please," Biff said while throwing the folder back on his desk. "Call me Biff."
Pin smiled before speaking once more. "Wimblo Kizz claimed to have seen gold and riches in his dreams. However, he saw these treasures after the Fire Nation conquered the world. Some radicalists actually believed in Wimblo's dreams and that is why he began to offer Fire Bending training sessions. And so our young Tavius Vylx must have taken this option as a blessing and used the training to his full advantage."
Biff took a seat in his chair, which was for authority purposes, bigger than all his assistant's chairs. "Very good, Pin. But here is my question. Did Wimblo and Vylx share a common bond? Were they friends or did they at least become friends."
Pin wasn't sure of this answer. "Hmm."
"Basically what I am trying to ask here is would Vylx have told Wimblo about The Hamitsu Parchment. Wimblo Kizz might be mentally unstable, but that doesn't stop the fact that he is a Fire Bending Master. Who better to hire than someone with such a great power? Vylx may have told Wimblo this news and Wimblo might have formed a team to take out the twelve Councilmen for their wrongdoings!"
Pin was struck with a new thought. "But Wimblo WANTED the Fire Nation to destroy the world and take complete control over its masses. Why would he attack the Fire Nation Council if they are the very people making sure that the Fire Nation stays in power?"
"Dam!" Biff shouted. "That's true."
Pin, although offering the rebuttal against Biff's last statement, had a change of thought. "But what if Vylx told Wimblo that he was in trouble. And and and, what if he asked for Wimblo's help. If they were good enough friends then surely Wimblo would have offered his assistance."
Biff jumped out of his chair and lit up with glee. "Ah-hah! Very very good Pin! You see- now we have our very first hypothesis." Biff turned his attention to the crowd listening to the pursuing conversation. "I'm going to need two of you to travel to Tunsun-Ru and figure out where Wimblo Kizz is today! I understand none of us are benders and I am fully aware that going into the field isn't exactly fun. But this is something that must be done. To escort the two of you to Tunsun-Ru will be one Fire Nation soldier. All the soldiers I have hired were some of Lord Ozai's best men. I will personally assign you the soldier I feel will best suit your specific needs." Biff scanned across the crowd as they watched him with perplexed faces. "Well then, which of you two will be going on our first mission?"
"I will boss," jumped a man named Nazbar.
"I'll go too," said Rye.
"Great!" Biff said while slamming his boot on to the wooden floorboards. "You two must make sure that you find out the exact location of Wimblo Kizz. Avoid confrontation and don't startle the man if you happen to run into him. Remember that you are dealing with an ex-mental patient here. Besides the soldier going with you, there will be a messenger hawk specifically trained to bring all messages to this exact location we are standing on right now. If you get into any trouble and need help, please do not hesitate to use the bird to your advantage. If you locate Wimblo and he is nearby then see what the man is up to these days, from a distance, of course. Once you find something juicy then release the hawk or simply return here where I will most likely be waiting. Any questions you two?"
Nazbar's eyes shot open and Rye seemed quite scared himself. They turned to each other, speechless. Biff continued to speak. "Very well then, you will leave at once." Biff called into the other room for a Fire Nation soldier named Geeroh. He was an incredibly large man with a goatee covering most of his face. He had scars coming down both of his cheeks and carried to large blades on his sides. "This is Geeroh and he will be the soldier protecting you." Geeroh grinned at Nazbar and Rye as they attempted to smile at him.
Biff shoved the three men out of the room and then turned his attention to the people still remaining. "I am going to need one of you to visit Kidaro, Tavius Vylx's hometown. Of course you will be traveling with one soldier. But this is simply a recon mission. Go there and uncover whatever information you can about Vylx without stirring up any trouble. It should be rather simple."
"I'll do it Mister Brewster," offered the youngest member of the team. The kid's name was Flank, and he was most definitely an aspiring young star. "Great," smiled Biff, glad he handpicked Flank to be a part of the team.
After showing Flank to the soldier that would be accompanying him on his journey to Kidaro and escorting the two men to the front door, Biff began to address the crowd once more. "Let's get back on task people" he said while trying to motivate them. "Does Tavius Vylx have any living family members?"
Pin was quick to answer this question. "He has a son named Feever who actually goes by a different last name than his father. 'Namasuko' is what I have written down here. And guess what. Believe it or not, his son's an Ice Bender who is against the Fire Nation. He will use every breath in his body to stop them even. That's hardcore."
Biff raised an eyebrow. "Hardcore, indeed."
Pin continued, "Vylx's wife left him a long long time ago. I'm not quite sure why. She is currently residing in an Earth Nation village that goes by the name of 'Valhiri', a nice little place surrounded by a voluptuous river and beautiful hills." Biff seemed confused at something. "And how, may I ask, do you know what Valhiri looks like?"
Pin's face lit up. "Because Biff, I've been there before."
"Great!" Biff shouted. "Then you'll be the one going there. Pack your things Pin; it's going to be a long trip." Biff showed Pin to his soldier escort and made the two men leave the premise. "Well now," Biff said while hopping back on to his chair. "We've got his background down flat. And now we're going after his wife. But where is his son, Feever?"
The remaining investigators all scrambled through their files. None of them came up with any hard evidence. One of them stated that Feever was last seen in Ba-Sin-Se for the Hami Tournament, but since then, he had literally fallen off the radar. Biff was growing a little frustrated. "Okay. How about one of you jumps on board Pin's ship to the Mainland and travels to Ba-Sin-Se. Locate the person in charge of the Hami Tournament; its setup and preparations and whatnot. Also talk to the locals to see if they can help you out. Who's our volunteer?"
The eldest of the group, a man named Kadaroo, raised his hand and took up the mission. "I will do it. Just give me my soldier and I will be on my way." Biff smiled, "I'm glad you've learned the ropes so quickly." Biff picked out Kadaroo's soldier and led him to the door. He was growing low on investigators. "That is all for now, boys. I've just sent men out on four different missions. Surely one of them will offer us some sort of lead on the whereabouts of Tavius Vylx and The Hamitsu Parchment!" |
| ThatLostGuy wrote: |
Willy Woo (Earth Bending) SEASON FINALE!!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Where's Shujaka," Orinth asked the group. "Is he okay?"
"OH I'M MORE THAN FINE, ORINTH!" Darkboy, Orinth, Ishtuix, Capulet, and Wicker turned and looked in the direction of the voice. It was Shujaka, and he had Willy held up to one of his daggers. "NOW EVERYONE BACK OFF OR WILLY DIES RIGHT NOW!"
Willy attempted to speak but Shujaka punched him as hard as he could in his stomach, causing Willy's words to turn into mere squeaks. Orinth took the initiative and tried to calm down Shujaka. "Woah... woah... woah... Buddy! We're all on the same side here brotha. Just relax and we can get through this."
Shujaka pressed his daggers closer to Willy's neck. "NO! This bastard has survived TOO much!! He's been a part of this since the beginning! We all have! We've tried to cut this cockroach's throat at least ten times now and YET... GASP! Here he is standing as strong as ever! HE MUST BE DEALT WITH!"
Wicker gripped his whip and Shujaka spotted this. "NOT SO FAST PARTNER! ONE MORE MOVE LIKE THAT AND YOU'LL DIE ALONG WITH LITTLE OLE' WILLY HERE!"
As the words flew onwards, an elderly man watched the proceedings from atop the hill. He slowly began to inch down the hill, walking over puddles of blood and decaying carcasses. He had a cane, although he knew he didn't need it. As he began to approach the group Shujaka heard the shuffling of the man's sandals and he quickly yelled at the man.
"WHO THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU-"
Shujaka, as well as the others, realized who this man was.
"Well well well, the return of martial arts master Hevet. What have the seven of us fine gentlemen done to deserve such an honor?"
Hevet raised his cane and pointed it at Shujaka. "Release the boy."
Shujaka chucked. "Old man... you ain't the boss of me last I checked."
"No son, I'm not. But that doesn't mean I can't teach a man a lesson or two."
"SO ARE YOU CALLING ME OUT!?"
Hevet took a step towards Shujaka. "Not exactly..." Hevet thrust his cane at Shujaka's face and swept his foot across the ground, knocking Shujaka off his feet. As Shujaka fell backwards his dagger sliced into Willy's neck slightly. Shujaka quickly got back up but Hevet kicked him in the face repeatedly. Orinth jumped in and attempted to stab the old man in the back, but missed as he got kicked in the ground.
Wicker turned to Darkboy and Capulet. "Well!! Aren't you two going to do something!?!?"
Wicker snapped his whip at Hevet and it wrapped around his neck. Wicker engulfed the whip in flames and Hevet screamed as his neck turned red due to the fire. Willy slowly rose to his feet as blood trickled from his neck.
Hevet screamed out, "WILLY!! BOY!! I know you have some good in you!! HELP ME!!"
An evil stare overcame Willy's face. "I'm sorry Hevet. Not anymore." Willy turned to Wicker. "Light em' up!"
Hevet shouted once more, "I SAW YOU HELPING US, THE RESISTANCE, ON THE BATTLEFIELD!! WILLY!!! WE HAVE A HISTORY!!! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!! PLEASE WILLY DO NOT-" Wicker shot a fireball directly at Hevet's face, thus shutting him up. Wicker removed his whip from around Hevet's neck and cracked Hevet in the skull with it. Willy walked closer to Hevet. "I'm sorry old friend..." He slid out his longsword and stabbed Hevet through the heart.
Shujaka jumped to his feet as he readied his daggers. "AND I'M SORRY TOO!" He thrust both of his daggers at Willy's face as Willy turned into them. Both of the daggers pierced Willy's skull and came out the other side of his head. Darkboy screamed bloody murder as Willy stumbled backwards until he fell backwards on to his back. Darkboy grabbed Willy's body, but it was too late. He was limp... He was cold... He was dead!!
"YOU BASTARD!" Darkboy screeched as he stood up from his knees. Darkboy shot a fireball at Shujaka's chest, sending him crashing to the ground. Wicker snapped his whip around Darkboy's neck. "NO MORE VIOLENCE!"
"LET ME GO!" Darkboy screamed as he sent a gust of wind in Wicker's direction.
Orinth jumped to his feet and held his katana at Darkboy's face. "NO!!! THAT IS ENOUGH!!"
Darkboy retaliated by launching up an Earth pillar from beneath Orinth's feet. Darkboy raced toward Shujaka and held him up by the throat. Shujaka was laughing the entire time. He coughed out blood and spit it in Darkboy's face. "YOU'RE DEAD NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO TO ME!"
"YEAH," Darkboy shouted while tightening his grip. "NOW WHY'S THAT!?"
"Turn around hotshot," Shujaka laughed.
Darkboy turned around to face Azula and her huge squadron of Fire Nation soldiers. She ordered her Dai Li soldiers to handcuff Darkboy. They did so as Darkboy released Shujaka because he was so frightened by the large force surrounding him. Azula smiled at Darkboy. "I knew you weren't with us..."
Darkboy began to shout. "NO!! Shujaka was the traitor!! NOT ME!! IT WAS HIM!!! HE KILLED WILLY!! HE DID IT!!!"
Azula nodded her head. "Yes, I know. Just as he should have. Willy was a traitor. He was on the Resistance. He had to be exterminated. And therefore Darkboy... By the power invested in me and the Fire Nation Council, I hereby sentence you to life imprisonment. TAKE HIM AWAY BOYS!!"
As Darkboy was being dragged towards the ships by hundreds of Fire Nation soldiers, Shujaka rose to his feet and smiled at Azula. "Thank you," he sneered evilly. Orinth and Wicker soon came to Shujaka's side. He patted the two of them on the back. "And it all worked out fella's... just like I said it would."
Capulet and Ishtuix slowly walked towards the group. The men looked at one another. Shujaka smiled, "Well... we started with ten. And we're down to five. Doesn't that just suck?"
Orinth looked down at the ground as he sheathed his katana. "Yes... it certainly does." |
| YessirComprendo wrote: |
Feever (Ice Bender)
Moffu is using Feever as bait to find Feever's father, Vylx, a man who Azula secretly wishes would be dead due to his terrible past in which he betrayed her.
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Moffu grabbed Feever by the neck and began to pull him towards a tree which Vylx was sitting next to. Before Orinth could reach Vylx, Moffu tapped him on the back and offered something to him. "I've gotta go back to the Warships and talk to Azula. How about Vylx comes with me, since I've uhh.." Moffu pointed down to Feever whom he was dragging along through the dirt. "I've uhh gotta have some assistance in transporting this prisoner back to the ships."
Orinth stared into Moffu's dark facemask for a second before responding. "Well sure, two is better than one. Just go tell Vylx that you're going with him..."
Moffu nodded his head and continued to drag Feever towards his father, ex-General Vylx, who was looking in the complete opposite direction of them. Moffu tossed Feever down to the ground in front of Vylx.
"SON!?" Vylx shouted.
"DAD!" Feever shouted happily.
Vylx looked up at Moffu. "YOU!"
Moffu laughed. "ME!???"
Vylx got up on to his feet and took a step towards Moffu. "You're the son of a b!tch that tried to kill me!"
Moffu punched Vylx across the face with his metal fist. "That is CORRRRRECT, sir!" Feever attempted to stand up and assist his father, but Moffu stomped on him with his large boot. "Nah uh uh, Feever." Moffu grabbed Vylx by the back of the head and bashed his skull into the tree. He then proceeded to toss Vylx down the hill and let him roll down to the bottom to make sure that Orinth or his men wouldn't see the fight that was about to begin. Moffu grabbed on to Feever's neck and threw him down the hill as well.
After marching down the hill, Vylx began to get to his feet. A hint of blood trickled down his face from where he was hit earlier. He engulfed his hands with fire and shot a fireball at Moffu, who blocked it with his metal arms. "You're going to have to do better than that, General," he laughed.
Moffu secretly slid a harpoon out from its holder beneath his cloak. He whipped it out and launched the harpoon at Vylx as he readied his next attack. "NO!!!" Feever shouted as he attempted to jump in front of the harpoon. But he was too late, for the harpoon had sliced itself in between Vlyx's chest and stomach. He fell backwards on to his butt and began to gasp for air. Blood wasn't only coming out from his belly, but from his mouth too. Feever ran to his father's side to hear his dying words.
"Feever... Shimbrah Poh. Go there to find..." He stopped talking.
"FIND WHAT DAD!?!? FIND WHAT!?"
With his last breath Vylx muttered one final word. "Answers..."
Feever grabbed his father's head and began to sob uncontrollably. "Well then," Moffu said while approaching Feever. "Look's like you weren't needed after all." Moffu removed a dagger from his cloak and raised it over his shoulders, ready to strike down Feever. But from behind Moffu came a man who smacked Moffu across the back with his cane.
Moffu tumbled forward and the man raced towards Feever. "Leave your father, we must go... NOW!" Feever looked up at the man and followed his orders. They began to run further down the hill as Moffu chased after them. He had the harpoon which he killed Vylx with. He took another shot with it barely missing Feever and hitting a tree next to him. After thirty minutes of running, Feever and the man had lost Moffu for good.
Out of breath, Feever asked, "What is your name."
"I am Hevet," the man answered. "I noticed that you weren't with the Fire Nation, and so, I rescued you."
"Why would you risk your own life for mine?"
"It's what I would want others to do for me. It's what I wished people had done for my own wife when she was slaughtered by Fire Nation scum some years ago. It is the moral thing to do, boy."
Feever nodded his head. "And I thank you for this. But I really must get going. I must rescue my friend, Kaze, from one of the Fire Nation Warships. And then together, we must travel to Shimbrah Poh so I can find answers like my father told me to do."
"Very well," Hevet said with a smile. "Be on your way now, boy. Finish what you father started and complete your journey throughout your life. I wish you luck."
"Thank you," Feever said while smiling back. "I will always remember your name, Hevet. Always!" |
| Dafoose wrote: | ||
Ok, I'll redo it, i was thinking the same thing. But could you give me a more specific idea of what you want to see? |
Hey some weird guy is spamming our topic.
Hey TLG... I like to post as much as the next person. And i do like to make them a little long (mostly)
But do you think you could keep it down to two major postings per page. (It makes it easier and more appealing to read)
Otherwise people will skip over it.
speaking of posting what did everybody think of mine. its gonna get good soon
| ThatLostGuy wrote: |
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