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Bent, not Broken « Finch and Ronin

Ronin had been feeling better every day. Save for the migranes he'd started getting lately, he felt physically better. He had been eating more. He felt better overall, and he had a better idea of what he was going to do. That he was going to work towards change.

He had not truly tried to earthbend before this. Outside of the floating pebbles with Jay, he hadn't tried. Now he would. He was barefoot in a rocky patch of dirt in the gardens. His eyes were closed. He was grinding his teeth. Rock was a stubborn element.

"Come on," Ronin muttered. He felt a shiver beneath him. "Come on!" he growled. Another rumble, this one shaking him a little further. "Come on!" He snarled, slamming his heel into the ground. A six-foot long crack opened up in the ground beneath him -- long, but not very deep. Ronin exhaled sharply and eyed the mark, focused. He didn't look around him to see if anyone was watching.

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Breaking Point « Finch and Ronin

Ronin had felt ill, more than usual, for the last couple days. A migraine that wouldn't go away. Insomnia. The knot in his stomach that wouldn't seem to go away, the feeling that something was out to get him. He kept looking back over his shoulder, tense. His appetite had gotten a little better, but he still retched every time the topic of games came up.

He'd stopped dining with Tobias, feigning that he was busy trying to be more present with the media.

With reluctance, he went seeking out Finch, awkwardly ringing down to his office from the locked elevator. "Finch? Sir?" The headache was throbbing in his temples. A wave of nausea was upon him. "Can I...can I talk to you? Please?"

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Check-Up « icanfixtheproblem

Since he'd woken in his own bed after his time with Finch, Ronin had felt achy and sick, his anxiety worse than it had ever been. He couldn't remember what he'd done after Finch had given him a relaxant -- he assumed he'd dozed off. But he hadn't been able to keep food down, and he felt twitchy and... well, he hurt in an embarrassing way.

He pressed the call button on the elevator to Finch's lab, waiting for the static to clear before calling down. "Mr. Finch...? I'm not feeling well...I know you don't seem to do much in the way of treating patients anymore, but...could you help me?"

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Trust me

So trust me, trust me Darling dear I'm so sincere There's no need to tear Trust me, trust me Darling, do . . . Just like I trust you

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Control Yourself « icanfixtheproblem

Light on your feet. Remember your entire body is a tool.

Ronin had found an unused training room, moving through the firebending forms he had studied in books, the things that Tybalt had taught him. He was focusing on using his feet more, twisting kicks with little jets of blue flame following them.

He was getting better -- lighter on his feet, from training with both Tybalt and Sam. Feeling more confident, he let himself deliver a few spinning kicks at a training dummy, melting it down with jets of blue flame, until it was a mess of red iron.

Panting, shirtless and sweaty, he took a deep breath, exhaling deeply before moving into his form again.

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TYBALT NO

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I Can Help « icanfixtheproblem

Ronin was in the library, again. He'd angrily rubbed away the makeup that covered the purpling bruise on his cheek where Tobias had struck him now that he was alone, settling in to read on the air benders, their history. He was thankful the books were kept for reference, as a way to better know how to "fight" rebellion when it arose. To Ronin, it was just more lessons -- more things he needed to know, as Avatar.

He was so engrossed in his book, he didn't realize he had a visitor.