#triedbytides

[elitethreerp]

Closed RP w/ triedbytides

"United Earth Empire moves to settle Swampland"

The headline of Maniitok's newspaper spelled out the phrase in big, threatening letters, and though his eyes read and reread the article beneath it, not a single word stuck in his mind. He was lost in thought, as he was prone to be these days. He had attained the wealth and respect he had desired for so long since the Elites had been separated after Harmonic Convergence, and was now looking for something... fulfilling.

Though the people of Republic City tended to walk quickly along the sidewalk, foot-traffic slowed to a meander as people jostled past a girl dragging a large footlocker behind her. Wait, it wasn't a girl; it was a young woman. As Maniitok caught sight of her face, the name clicked in his head-- then immediately reverted to his much-maligned nickname for Nyla:

"Pipsqueak? What are you doing?"

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[blockiings-blog]

/on baewatch

[irohthesecond]

"I never got to say goodbye." (from Nyla)

"Dear Nyla,

If you're reading this, it means that I've been killed, one way or another.  I suppose we all should have seen it coming; I hardly suspected I'd live as long as I did.  Either way, I won't tell you not to grieve, but I do urge you to think back on all our happy memories; perhaps that can balm the wounds in your soft, young heart.

But you can never let yourself wallow in the past.  The future belongs to young people like you; it's what you live for.  With the time you have left, there's nothing you can't do.  Never forget that you have warrior's blood in your veins; the same code that made your father who he was is the same code that will make you a woman he would admire and respect.

Look after the old man for me, will you?

Iroh"

[irohthesecond]

"But I still wake up, I still see your ghost."

"Premature, I'm afraid," Iroh quipped back, shuffling a few stacks of papers on his desk, before pinching his brow; his eyes ached from the thousands of pages he'd read in the past few days, not to mention the constant ringing of phones, bustling of liasons, and tapping of telegraphs at Central Command.  "I'm alive, at least for now.  Ten Thousand Years, right?"

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[irohthesecond]

"How'd you get this?"

Iroh quickly unrolled his sleeve after the younger officer mentioned the ghost of a laceration still visible on his forearm, a souvenir from his first encounter with the Red Lotus, when the firebender missed him, but a shattered stone cut right through his sleeve and split his forearm open.  "That's classified," he answered shortly, not making eye contact.

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[irohthesecond]

There was a firm shake of her head, a deep blush on her cheeks. "N-no, it's-- uh..." She paused looking down and then back up. "I just need a towel, please."

"Alright," Iroh answered easily, reaching into a drawyer of his desk to aid the younger woman.  "Will a handkerchief do?" he asked, lightly tossing the fabric square, curious to see what her next move would be.

[irohthesecond]

"Can you hand me a towel? I’m a little wet."

"Is this something a little waterbending can't take care of?" Iroh asked, raising an eyebrow at the younger woman, challenging her to see how far she would go for him.

[boomin-bumi-blog]

"So, since you got to keep Bumju, does that mean I can have a spirit pet?"

"I don't see why not! Bumju and I would be more than happy to help you find a friend like him!"