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Leonine Hara, Not Quite an Apology (x) 

Sam Tetsu, Proven Killers (x) 

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Morning After « itsrainingblades

Ronin woke with a pounding in his head, and a warmth beneath him. He was laying with Sam on the couch, draped atop him, nestled up as close as he could possibly get. He was too tired, in too much pain to feel any sort of embarrassment -- instead, he groaned and hid his face against Sam's shoulder, praying to the spirits that he might be able to steal away a few more minutes of sleep.

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Getting Around To It|| Daxus and Sam

He was finally getting around to training. It was shear lack of will that had Daxus avoiding the room, as well as a bit of nervousness to see what his competition was like. Daxus was neutral ground- he had room to grow, but he wasn't incompetent. He had had some experience with firebending before, but--

Well, he still really wasn't keen on the fact that he was a tribute. He had only really come in for survival instruction before.

The room was quiet when he came in. It was late, but there were still peacekeepers around, a silent reminder of order. Ugh. Daxus walked over to a cluster of dummies, trying to focus more on the dummies than the wandering eyes of security. The first punch was weak, the fire that spit out sputtering and hissing, but after a moment, Daxus got into the motions of a decent fight, pretending he was fighting with an old friend back home.

Fifteen minutes, and Daxus stopped for a break. He knew he was nothing special, but bending had always been fun to do, when out of the way of peacekeepers, and when the tethalene was out of the system.

But now he was going to use it as a tool of survival. Daxus was going to have to train, whether he liked it or not.

Turning to settle down from the practice, Daxus noticed a mentor in the room. He had to be a mentor, he recognized his face- Daxus had to have been, what, ten when he and his family saw him win the Games? What was his name again?

"Were you watching me?" He asked, almost a little nervous to the subject.

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A Little Rebellion « itsrainingblades

After Tybalt, after his vision, Ronin could not stand by idly anymore. With Airbending being the second element to come to him, he knew that he should pursue it further. So he found Sam, approaching him in the gardens after making sure that there were no peacekeepers on patrol in the area. Tapping his shoulder to try and gently call his attention, he swallowed the lump of nerves in his throat.

The words burst out of him in a rush.

"I want you to teach me airbending."

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Call of the Wind « itsrainingblades

He was the Avatar.

On some level, he felt the call of all the elements. He could find himself lost in the push-pull of riverwater, almost in a trance.  He could stand in a blustering gale of wind and almost trace the pathways the air followed with his eyes. He rarely risked going bare-foot in the dirt to feel the earth beneath him -- but when he did, he relished the feeling of it, closing his eyes and curling his toes in it.

Fire came to him naturally, and he had always been able to summon it.  He had been permitted just enough practice to learn suppression, to learn not to send his bedroom into flames.  Ronin was a good boy. He knew what the dangers of bending were, knew that no man or woman should have the power over the elements.

But.

He was the Avatar. No; he is the Avatar, even if his surrogate father seems to hate the fact, at times.  And at the beginning of the year, he had felt himself playing with air currents and could not help but explore their potential.

He only did it once a month or so -- afraid that with frequency would come Tobias' wrath at him bending without permission.  You are better than this, Ronin. He could hear the voice in his head clearly, but he pushed it aside for now, long enough to stand under a tree in the gardens and twirl his hand in a circle.

His movements were instinctive, not trained -- and even with the inexperienced hand, a few leaves danced for him in a circle underneath his guidance, filling him with a rush of exhilaration that left him breathless, and reckless enough not to check his surroundings once more before creating a miniature tornado of leaves, propelled by the barest gust of wind.

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≉ // Proven Killers

Tybalt was rifling through the cupboards in the Mentor's lounge when he finally happened upon the stash of alcohol under the kichenette island next to the fridge. He poured himself a drink before he started setting up a bar-type environment in the kitchen, clearing some of the shelves to put the alcohol in a more accessible place.

He'd already had two strong drinks before another man walked into the room. Tybalt took a moment before he recognized the air bending mentor, and raised his glass in salutation.

"Can I get you a drink?"