#bolxeiji

[bolxhotaru]

::: empire's expansion

hungry-- as per usual, hotaru finds herself hungry, but there's nothing for her to do other than place a pale palm on faded fabrics, pat and try to ignore negative space behind secondhand silk scarlets.  she walks down the street with a face twisted in contemplation, mind going over things to do--the brunette had already gone through her usual spots for collecting bets today (the purer of wrongs to commit), and wanted to keep her nose clean before the airships took off--so picking pockets--at least in daylight--was out.  

"oh fuck right off," passes through pursed lips when--for what feels like the hundredth time--the monster that's her belly growls; walking around isn't doing a damn thing for her, prompting her to stop and squat in a street alley, focusing on the goosebumps that raise on her skin from the shadows' chill.  it's never warm enough in republic city, she idly thinks, for her skin longs for the relentless heat of a home over a decade away.  an expanse of time she's just on the precipice of closing; her toes curl at the though, she grins against her knees, staring off into nothing in particular.

that's when a swatch of sanguine catches her eyes, scrambling and... and... fluffy?  hotaru raises her head slowly,  lips twitching as she breathes a low, "holy shit..."

it takes about six minutes, a few scratches and a bunch of curses for the bender to get her hands on the thing--a fiesty fire ferret, who, by the looks of it, was a runaway.  

just like her.  

"hey, hey, hey--come now, gimme a sniff, i smell like a friend, right?" a crooked grin places itself on her lips as the creature allows her to pull it close, resting on her shoulder.  "i'm gonna call you seiji.  the third.  you're part of my clan now--" her smile reaches full symmetry as a thought comes to mind, "--which means i should introduce you to someone!"  

taking familiar steps down a familiar route, it doesn't take long for the girl to approach the residence of one of her favourite people.  with quaint knocks that don't express any of her excitement, she makes her presence known--it's her way of being considerate, she doesn't know if the male has had a long night or not.  

...

lips pressed to the keyhole, she whispers, "eijiji..."

[bolxanju]

⇝ t.o.t syndrome.

[` The weather was changing, growing cold and more frequently overcast. It was bundle-up and drink tea season. It's strange to be in Republic City without a large, brightly colored tent to return to, and it's even stranger that she has a temporary home to reside in until the time to travel began. Though for many of the benders in UNE the city was new, it was very familiar to her -- the circus had always had a great turn out in the city; she already misses her freaky family members, their ties had been so much stronger than blood.]  [`Her curious eyes do manage to see familiar faces-- though without her eccentric costumes and makeup, there's a severe amount of doubt in her mind that her previous guests would ever recognize the same woman who had emerged from fire on the back of a great armadillo tiger. ] [`its with fingers wrapped around a small plastic cup full of blended fruits that she spots another frequent guest -- a man who had once been so close to the action she'd managed an entire conversation with him just after the show. Wasn't he a bender? -- an Earthbender- Firebender? She stares at him a little too obviously as she struggles to remember his bending nationality ... and his name. She'd never bothered to tell him she was deaf, but she's certain he knew; he had spoken directly towards her the entire time, making it easy for her to lip read. Or maybe he was just one of those polite people that paid attention to others when they held conversation.]  Eiji!  [`his name tumbles like an idea from her mouth, louder than intended -- because she had remembered it off the tip of her tongue.] 

[bolxkavi]

* harlequin, eiji

not once did he complain about how foolish he seemed as he made his way the hustling streets of Republic City, not once. in all honesty he seemed to hold his chin up high as he walked, knowing exactly that people who walked past him knew who he was -- well not entirely, simply the fact that he as of a certain affiliation -- knew that he was an air nomad. it seemed like a rarely occurring appearance across the city, air nomads seemed to be no where they could visibly be found, unless they had made the decision to put aside their robes, and mix with the city's citizens. this caused kavi to pout in response to the mass tangle of thoughts that were almost prepared to dribble from his ears. it wasn't that he wasn't happy with these air nomads if they had chose to take this path in blending in, no not at all ! actually he didn't once blame them ... forgiveness was something they couldn't ignore, but to be uncomfortable was something they always found themselves knee deep in. aish -- reaching a hand up to scratch the lemur seated upon his shoulders, kavi took a small glance around, "tipp, today was meant to be about relaxing, and here i am ... thinking about things that happened when i wasn't even born yet." he was shaking his head, patting the lemur once more before out of pure surprise it jumped from his shoulders, catching flight and gliding off and around the corner. leaving kavi standing bewildered before dashing off after it, his speed much faster than any other around him. rounding the corner, he called out for his lemur, gaze diverted to the side before he tripped, on what -- ? -- no clue, but he did and with arms out stretched hoping to catch anything at all to break his fall, something did, and he found himself, cheek smooshed, against the broad chest of a stranger he hoped wouldn't entirely notice the air nomad clinging to his chest for dear life. oh no --

[bolxnana]

Fire Nation cuisine | Eiji & Nana

She found herself walking aimlessly around the giant buildings of republic city, though despite the urban streets being quite similar to the ones where she lived, she already felt home sick. What was lucky for her, however, was that Republic City was an immensely multi-cultural megalopolis, and as such had the food her stomach was currently yearning for.  At the thought, she tapped it, eyes narrowing scrutinizingly at the streets in front of her, standing at a corner of an intersection. She didn't even have a map, maybe she should of got one, she thought bitterly to herself. Or maybe she could airbend to higher ground to have a better look around... or she could do the lazy option and ask someone.  She figured that that would be ideal, in order to save her aching feet from walking blocks of streets. Her eyes flitted for anyone who looked anything close to a fire nation citizen, her nose wrinkling in concentration, only to see a man whose clothes just overly suggested fire nation.  "Excuse me! Hello!" She was already calling over, the wind picking up beneath her feet as she trotted over to him, waving her hand out and smiling hopefully to get the man's attention. "Are you someone from the fire nation? I'm new. Very new. What I mean to say is, do you know anywhere I could get some authentic fire nation food? I'm already home sick."  She laughed at herself, only to fade when she realised that he might actually not be fire nation - "Wait, you are fire nation, aren't you? Sorry to assume from your clothes."