тнe кʀew ɴ' кʀiв ★ {мaкo, кoʀʀa, αsaмι, вoʟιɴ}
How they had all managed to find one another was beyond him. He had been lucky enough to meet each of his friends at one point or another in Pandora; but he never had had the chance to see them all at once, as a team, like they had been back home. And while Amon's terroristic reign over Republic City had been a short one, Mako could sense that this world, too, had a restless dictator of its own: the Goddess herself. A month within this captive realm was enough to see the immense amount of chaos that ran rampant across both islands: from petty pickpockets to feral beasts, and all the other trouble that came in between.
With a heavy sigh, Mako shrugged his duffel bag off the side of his shoulder and flung it onto one of the four beds' white comforters. The place was quaint, to the say the least; it was a house of its own, quite far away from the other houses that were peppered across Tenebris's desolate lands. He blinked out one of the windows within the small one-story house, looking out at the graying clouds that enveloped the island.
"Not as fancy as a mansion though," he quietly mused aloud, turning to look in the direction of the house's small kitchenette. Spying a small, complementary pasta package, Mako decided he might as well whip something up to kill some time as he waited for the others to arrive. After kindling a fire on the rustic stove with a flick of his fingers, Mako was just about to pour in the dried noodles when he heard a shuffling from the doorway. From what he could hear against boiling hot water, it sounded like who ever was coming inside was carrying something big. And the only person he could think of that lugged around big things was...
"Asami, I know you always know how to accessorize, but how did you manage to buy so many things here in Pandora when you've only been here for--"
"--Oh. ...Korra." When he'd turned around to see who it was, he was quite surprised to find that it was the Avatar herself, and not the fashion-conscious female of their posse. He ducked his head in apology, his eyes straying back to look at the boiling pot. "Sorry about that. Heard a big noise and figured it was Asami carrying all her boxes over." He could clearly remember that day when he and the two others had arrived on Air Temple Island -- and how relieved he had been when he saw the monks haul her belongings.
"But uh, yeah. I'm making some food for us right now. So take your pick and set up shop if you want. S'great to see you..."