That was actually a decent post

(slightly stunned- just slightly though)

You know TLG if you post morer often people will be able to keep up with your story (just saying).

Nice post lost guy xD

could u give me some links to the previoius posts so i can read the begininning parts of ur story?

Khuzo's group

Khuzo's home jungle, nameless inn

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"I think he's waking up..."

"I don't know, honey, don't get so close..."

Khuzo's arm involuntarily reached up and grabbed the nearest voice's neck. A long choking sound was heard and he remembered what had happened. He let go. Opening his eyes, he saw a man and a woman standing over him. The man was massaging his throat.

"Where...where am I?"

"At our inn. We brought you and your friends here after we found you during the rain storm. We were searching for survivors from the attack. We figured your group could use rest, so we brought you here."

"Thank you... and uh, sorry for the neck thing."

"No problem...just, please, try to restrain yourself next time," he breathed hoarsely, and he was still massaging his throat.

Khuzo got up and limped out of the room. He was in a large, wooden inn, and as he walked down the stairs, he saw that it was quite cozy. He saw his group around a table near a fireplace and next to the bar.

"Hey," Shungo said. He was drinking alongside Ridge, who was already half slammed. He grabbed a nearby waitress' buttocks and she slapped him.

"Pig!"

"You're a pig..." he said, and he went back to drinking. Khuzo limped over and grabbed the mug from him.

"I think you've had enough. Where are the girls at?"

"Well, Reika's watching that one, and they're both in the spare room over there," Ridge said, and he pointed over to a close door that looked like it led to small cleaning room.

"That's where they put her?"

"Well, the other rooms are all taken, and we figured that you deserved the bed," Shungo said.

"Well don't do that again. I don't need a bed," he said as he sat down. A look of pain shot into his face as he sat with his leg.

"You OK?" Ridge asked.

"Yeah...it's just my dang leg...it's killing me."

"We'll have Reika take a look at it," Ridge said.

"No, I don't think that'll help. It's a sprain, and a heavy one, not a cut or scrape."

"Well, I'll ask her," Shungo said.

"Wait-there's something I need to talk about. Something that Reika is deadset against."

"You don't want to take us back again, do you? Because I don't want to leave now. And I'm not OK with it. I'm staying."

"No, listen. I think we should...we should split up. At least for a little while."

"What? Why?"

"Because, if there's any chance of Itami surviving, then they'll know that we were there. And the Fire Nation wants me GONE. And the Fire Nation knows that you're with me, Ridge."

"So?"

"So? So you're wanted for treason. You left. I know for a fact that the Fire Nation doesn't take kindly to high class fighters like yourself just upping and leaving."

"Yeah...you're right...Can I have another drink?"

"No, and I need to go visit some people. Dirty people. The kind of people I'd rather not take other people along with to see. So I think, at least for the time being, I should go alone to determine what it is that we do next and when. This is the safest place for you all to be right now. The Fire Nation won't dare come here again. Not after losing an entire army to the jungle."

"You're right...and I'd rather not know everyone you know."

"Exactly, and besides, you got all the booze you want here. I just need to sneak out while Reika isn't looking."

"So leave. We understand."

"No, it's not like that. First off, I need to see what the girl knows. Then I need to-"

"Need to what?" Reika asked.

Ridge nearly spit up his drink, which he had bought despite Khuzo's best attempts to stop him, and Shungo started to cough on a peanut. Khuzo nearly jumped out of his seat, and he immediately stammered out:

"TO GET A DRINK! BARKEEP! DRINK! NOW!" Khuzo blurted out, and the barkeep came over with a big mug of some kind of booze. Khuzo eyed it uncomfortably. He didn't like booze. He had always preferred water. He grabbed it and took a long drink.

"How's the girl?" he asked.

She sat down, and asked for some water.

"She's fine. Now why did you save her?"

"I don't know...It just...felt like the right thing to do...Besides, we need all the information we can possibly get."

"You think she'll talk?"

"I KNOW she'll talk."

"How?"

"Because she's weakminded," Ridge added, "She'll do whatever he wants. He's replaced Itami as her superior, at least in her brain, and it doesn't hurt that he isn't a homicidal maniac."

"So she'll talk?"

"Definitely."

Khuzo got up and limped to the door to the room where she was being kept. He pushed another table to the side and kept limping. He opened the door, and walked inside. She was awake, clearly, and was hidden underneath the blanket.

"I think...that's enough of that," he said, and he ripped off the covers. She curled up into a tiny ball and sat there, trembling.

"Get up."

She didn't move.

"NOW!"

She immediately straightened up, and looked at him with big, beautiful but terrified blue eyes. She had the looks of a Water Tribe native. He sat down next to her and calmly stared back at her.

"I want to know everything you know about your superiors."

"I can't...I won't...they'll kill me."

"Not while I'm around. Not while Ridge is around."

"It doesn't matter. When they took me, they said if anything ever happened that they'd send him."

"Tojo is dead. I killed him."

"Not Tojo. It-I-Ita-"

"Itami? You mean my brother?"

Her eyes grew wide with horror and she shirked back, as if siblings always followed suite of each other.

"Relax, I'm not a murdering psychopath."

He sat there looking over her.

"Itami said he'd kill me if I ever talked. But he also said that he'd do things...things...things BEFORE he killed me."

"Itami may be dead, first of all, and if he isn't, even he isn't suicidal enough to return here. Not after the very spirit that he enraged is after him."

"There's no safe place..."

"From Itami there really isn't, but this place is the safest it will get."

"I can't. I won't. I don't want to."

"Listen to me, and listen to me very, very carefully. If you don't help me, I will abandon you in the middle of the Fire Nation, in the largest, most populated, and most brainwashed city there is. I will get you as close to the palace as humanly possible, and after that, I'll have you strung up in the middle of the night, so the first thing seen by everyone around would be you, and there'd be a little piece of paper around your neck. And do you know what it would say?"

"..."

""I talked.""

She shrieked, and reached for the covers again, but Khuzo threw them away. He grabbed her and forced her in close.

"If you Itami is the person you should fear the most, you are DEAD. WRONG."

She nearly collapsed right there, that the idea that there was someone just as horrifying as Itami under the right circumstances was impossible to bear. She nearly died, because Khuzo could be the mailman. The one who delivered her to Itami.

"NO! PLEASE! NO! I'LL TALK! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! PLEASE! JUST DON'T!" she screamed, and the innkeeper jumped in, only to see Khuzo inches from her face, with anger and rage in those startlingly dark green eyes seemingly darkened yet brightened further by the darkness surrounding his face.

Reika came into the doorway too, and had a look of shock on her face.

"Khuzo...what are you DOING?"

"Getting...getting...information."

#1 -Character Tessa introduction, stories of troubled past, explains how she's a theif

#2 -Tessa is ambushed by a rag-tag team of rebels trying to help the post-war world, brooklyn-paranoid, chris-good-two-show, Alexis-cold, John-angsty, Tessa agrees to join, Group set out for revenge, fame and fortune, except for Chris who only wants good.

#3- Tessa reveals something disturbing she witnessed involving a girl killed in a hail storm, Alexis and John get into a heated argument, they steal a boat and sail off to the firenation capital to meet the untouchable 8 (zuko, katara, aang, sokka, toph, mai, suki, ty lee).

just a warning: the dream sequence gets a little dark.
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#4

I kept having this dream. A dream though is something you desire, so I suppose this was a nightmare. I was in the firenation, the firenation was in perfect harmony.

Everyone was smiling and whistling, and no one talked of anything deeper than the weather. No one was scared. There was no crime. People walked with rolexes piled up their arms and money spilling from their pockets

Then I saw that girl from the hail storm. She was standing in the corner of a room, her back facing me. She looked more angular then I remembered. Her skin looked ashen, and I realized she was dead. I limped over to her, trying to turn her around, just so I would know for a fact she was dead. I knew the second I met those glazed teal eyes, I would know. But I couldn't turn her around. She was binded to the floor, yet a chimera all at the same time.

She slowly began to turn her head to me. It was moving so fast from side to side I could hardly make out anything on her face. I quickly turned around, as my stomach dropped into my feet. I could feel my eyes grow hot, and my hands quivered.

Suddenly I heard the sound of glass crashing. A boy, maybe 12 or 13, stood with his feet covered in shattered glass. He looked at me, his eyes locked on like missiles. He didn't stop looking as me as he bent down to pick up a piece of glass. He didn't stop looking at me when he took the glass and put it to his neck. He didn't stop looking at me as his slid it across his throat, a neat line of blood poured like a waterfall as he wavered to the ground, those eyes still clamped onto my lungs, and air came in short, shallow increments.

I spun around, but everywhere I looked more people took knives to their chest, baths in fire, dove from flights of stairs. One girl, 6 years of age, long brunette bangs hanging over her forehead like ghosts, fastened the knot to rope, looked to me and said

"Daddy taught me how to tie fancy knots."

She swung the rope over a ceiling beam, under a chair.

"Daddy taught me how me how to make your heart stop beating."

She put the rope over her head and stood on the chair. I was mortified, with cement in my veins and I couldn't move. My mouth wired shut like lockjaw. I looked at the statue next to me and realized we were one of the same.

She jumped off the chair. I saw it happen in slow motion. She was a moth in the fire, tricked by it enkindling flames.

I woke up in a sweat. Nausea settled in my stomach. I saw John sitting up, staring at the water yet again.

"Sleep as eluded me for a long time now." he said, "I don't want to see the things I see when I sleep."

I was surprised he shared that with me. I pulled at threads in my blanket, and said

"I keep having this dream. We are living in this perfect society, and then everyone starts killing themselves. And there's this girl-" I stopped myself. The thought of her feet dangling over the ground was too much for me to think about.

He didn't speak.

"I'm afraid of a world without conflict. I know we are far from that, but I fear it because if it ever happens, someone, somewhere will want power again. They will want to be better than everyone else. And we will have another horrible war on our hands! I fear war, I fear conflict, I fear death."

I was shocked at how easily I opened up and let my deepest thoughts spill from my mouth into the ears of stranger.

He turned to me. "Don't let fear control your life."

I know he didn't fully understand me fear, but he understood that it was fear.

"Then why have you become insomnic?" I said, pointing out his hypocrisy

"Because I am nothing short of weak." he said. We didn't speak for the rest of the night, and I eventually fell back to sleep.

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"Alright, Alexis, your turn. Which guy would you do from the Untouchable 8." brooklyn asked, munching down on a plum

"Ha, so easy. Zuko. He just gives off sexuality. That scar, those muscles, that kind of power. Ugh, so nice."

"Oh and I'm not all that and more," said John, clearly sick of their game.

"John, your like the equivalent to the crap stuck to the bottom of my shoes."

"Alexis, at the rate your going, you'll be so used up by age thirty, not even "build my own boat man" back there will want you to service him."

Brooklyn whispered to me "I wish they'd just sleep together already."

"Brooklyn I heard that. Alexis is a stone cold fox, and I would do her in a second, but enjoy my STD free life."

"Ignoring you John, Tessa, what about you? Who'd you do?"

I was reluctant to give them answer, so i decided to dance around it "Can't really say, I don't know any of them to well."

John couldn't help but to laugh, "Because your really that type of girl, who needs to know the man before she sleeps with him."

Chris turned around, angry, "I can't take much more of the conversation!"

We all looked down at our feet, like scolded children. A new morning had rose, and we were still out at sea, in on this floating wooden heap. I could see the silloutte of the firenation captital docks.

The entire island was deluged in smoke. Never ending billows of smoke danced through the air, and twirled up past the atmosphere. It was unearthly. I knew that the smoke would billow weather they were at war or peace just because of the way the island is a volcano, but still, it was like it would forever be haunted by it's past.

"Oh creepy. If you don't want to go through with this alexis and jump overboard, that's fine withe me, I support you 100%." john said, earning another fatal glare from Alexis

We approached the docks and we met at the pier by two soldiers, solemn and unwavering.

"Can we see your papers?" asked one of them through a face mask

"We don't have any papers." said alexis, looking concerned

"Due heightened measures of security, no one is permitted into fire nation capital without proper papers."

"Heightened security measures? This is suppose to be the post-war fire nation? We should be free to come and go as we please."

This scared me. Beyond those walls were our solution, and yet i stood facing them, by hand resting upon the cold metal, feeling so close and far away all at the same time. This scared me.

"I'm sorry, we must ask your party to leave."

I fished through my pockets, and handed the soldier a crumpled up piece of paper.

"I have my papers. Can't that be good enough?"

Brooklyn looked at me with such shock.
"So you just pretend to be this independent rebel, with no family and nothing to go back to? Your pathetic."

I didn't respond, because I knew Brooklyn craved to be. She wanted family more than anything. She wanted a sense of security, and without it, she grows insecure, which is why she is so paranoid.

"Fine, I will let you through." said the soldier after scanning over the paper.

"Just be sure that your party remains with you at all time."

The gates opened and it was like nothing I've ever seen. It was as if they had knocked down every reminder of the old dicatorship and decided to build from the bottem up. Everything was covered in scaffolding and fresh coats of paint.

"Hmmm, looks nice!" Alexis beamed

We all smiled a bit, knowing that everything was changing for the better.

Brooklyn pulled over one of the soldiers, "Exuse me sir, how do we arrange a meeting with firelord Zuko?"

The soldier looked at her for a second and laughed. "And who the hell are you?"

John pushed himself in front of Brooklyn. "My name is John Aston the 4th."

The soldier bowed, "Right this way, sir."

We all looked at him with gaping mouths.

"I've kinda got connection to Zhao, the deceased fire general."

We all looked at him, "what kind of connections?" Chris asked.

"I'm his son."

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woah what a twist lol. Yes the next entry they'll finally meet the Aang crew.

sorry the dialogue in this entry was definatly not good writing on my part. I focused most of my energy into the dream sequence. I just want to get past all the boring stuff and get to the Aang crew faster xD

Keep it up

You got some good stuff