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“L I S T E N, i’m just trying my B E S T.” | pilip desena | son of sokka | dependent | toonsvillehq |

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the-radical-hamato‌:

Artimesia nodded, piecing together what his world was like from his rambling. She didn’t want to comment much more on physics in case he really did just not know about science out of ignorance, which was totally fine, “There might just not be a name for it, which is cool. So, balance to the world? That’s…wack, and I mean that in the best way. So your uncle had to do a lot of world saving? Or did things just sort of magically become better when he could bend all of the elements?”

“And I totally relate to the whole ‘not having powers’ thing,” She used air quotes to emphasize her point, though she thought her mutation was pretty wicked it didn’t count as a power like her mom had, “My mom is a mutant but…not? She’s not part animal like me or anything but she gas these awesome psychic powers. She can, like, read minds and move objects through telekinesis. Me? Nope.”

“Yeah, that’s, that’s probably it!” He knew that he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than her, and that was because he was, but hopefully she didn’t notice. “Oh no, he ended the whole 100 year war! Alongside my dad, aunt, and a bunch more of their friends. He was only, like, twelve too. Well, one-hundred and twelve, but it’s, it’s a long story.” And one he didn’t exactly feel like repeating. The one nice thing about being stuck here was that, he kind of had a fresh start? Nobody expected him to live up to the amazing things his family had done, which was fine by him. He wasn’t exactly cut out to save the world anyway. Even if he was, it didn’t seem like either of them exactly needed saving. Not anymore, anyway.

While part of Pilip wanted to be truly amazed about this whole - what did she call it, ‘side-kick power’ thing? - he also didn’t want to make her feel any worse than she already might do. Besides, the answer he carefully chose to go with wasn’t exactly a lie to begin with. “I don’t know, bird wings seem pretty cool to me. I mean, you can probably fly, right?”

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numbuh340‌:

Ry huffed, crossing his arms and looking this guy up amd down. He needed to think, was he being that guy or was he really bad with faces? It was hard to decide but he decided to go easy for a secind, “Oh, really? I look like someone else? Shocking. Great. I wonder why you think I look like someone else.”

Pilip, completely unaware of the implications of his tone, continued to try and dig himself out of this hole. “Yeah, I definitely think it’s the hair. That’s just, a weirdly popular hair style around here. Did you already have that? When you, you know, landed? Or have you changed it? Because I’ve been debating changing mine, but I’m not sure if I could pull it off, y’know?”

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gonnarockyoursocksoff‌:

Steve froze. He wasn’t– This was– Like, who–

“What?” He finally blurted out, after twenty seconds of staring, wide-eyed, lips pursed, at this dude, at the floor, at that tree over there, at– Many things, essentially, as Steve’s eyes had pin-balled back and forth.

“W-What… thing? I…” Who was this guy? Steve faintly felt like he recognised him, but he really couldn’t be sure. And what the heck was he coated in? It looked kind of like blood, but what–

What?

He scratched at his neck feverishly. Had this guy killed someone? Holy smokes. Maybe he had. The thought of clocking this guy – yeah, Steve totally reckoned he could, he just needed to, like, work himself up to it – flashed before his mind’s eye. Zapp would, right? Take down a murderer and hand him over to the cops? Steve clenched his right hand, though it trembled as he did so.

It had apparently taken Pilip far too long to realise that this kid was not, in fact, the person he was looking for.

“Shit- I, look, sorry, it’s just, from the back you look like... Nevermind.” He shook his head, as if that would somehow shake the embarrassment he felt too. Spoiler alert, it didn’t. “Sorry I, um, I’m Pilip. Who’re you?” His attempt to correct the situation by extending a hand also quickly fell apart, as he also quickly noticed that he was still, well, covered in blood.

“Oh, right, this stuff. This is just left over from Halloween. It’s, it’s a long story, we don’t have to go into it. But it’s fake, I swear! Or, at least they told me it was fake...But it’s fake as far as I know! And that’s a promise!”

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“Is it just me, or, did some weird stuff go down last night? Like, that wasn’t just me? Not some weird fever dream or anything? Mass hysteria? Well, I suppose it could still be mass hysteria, but, I think you know what I mean... You, you do know what I mean, right?”

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Clearly not kept to the loop on anything, Lauryn thought while rubbing her temples. What was she gonna do, charge someone who didn’t even know how the law here worked? That’d just be rude. She could write him up to get driving classes, but who would teach them? 

“Well, I think I have to revoke your keys…” She guessed purely out of thin air. HE had avoided her question on who gave him a car, but that could’ve been because he was so nervous and still babbling, “I’ll drive you home in my squad car. Where do you live?”

“Oh yeah, that’s um, that’s fine.” Pilip began, shifting in his seat slightly. “Except, this isn’t my van? See, I’m kind of a freelance worker, so some guy paid me to deliver whatever’s in here for him. Wouldn’t tell me what it was either, so I guess he’s pretty private. But I have his contact details if you want to talk to him about it!”

While he didn’t exactly want to stop driving, mainly for fear of not getting paid, he also didn’t want to get this woman in trouble at work. So, perhaps against his better judgement - or maybe because of it - he got out of the car, locked it, and handed the woman the keys. “It’s just the Thneed Townhouses, so nowhere fancy, really. Honestly I can probably get there on my own pretty easily if it’s too much hassle. I mean, how hard could it be to find, right?”

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teethtailfire‌:

Jo looked down at the man awkwardly explaining himself away. Just a few days ago, he’d hurled a boomerang at her head (narrowly missing) and hid behind a bush as if Jo hadn’t seen where it came from, “Not like, crazy, you mean?”

“Yes, exactly!” Pilip clapped, glad that the woman seemed to be on the same page. “Like, obviously I don’t usually go around just, throwing boomerangs at people, right?” He laughed for a second, but then realised that he might just be laughing to himsel. “...It is obvious, right?”

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numbuh340‌:

“Uhm…” Ryouichi looked around to see if maybe this guy was looking at someone else. But no one else was looking or even possible targets of this stranger’s rambling. Ry laughed a bit, this person was either crazy or-, “Bro, I think you got me confused with someone else. We haven’t met and if we did I don’t remember it. Ya mighta got me confused with some other cool-looking young dude. Yeah?”

“Oh. Oh, shit, man I’m so sorry! That was, that was, dumb of me. You just have, similar hair I think? Yeah, yeah that must be it.” Pilip rambled, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward. More than usual, really. This wasn’t something that didn’t happen to him often, sure, but knowing that didn’t make it any better either.

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the-radical-hamato‌:

Artimesia breathed out, happy that he’d at least gotten the gist of it through her unneeded rambling, but when really wasnt sure how yo respond to basically anything he said next, “Okay, yeah you got what I said, sorry again about all that, but I just- I mean you don’t- You don’t….know what physics is? I mean is there even science in your world? Physics is a branch of science focused on nature and properties of matter and ener-….energy. You didn’t ask for an explanation of physics but I just- I mean is how we understand so many things. Although I prefer mechanics and biology, physics is still fun to read about…for me at least.”

She closed her eyes for a second, reminding herself that there were other things to talk about, “Okay water bending sounds totally radical. Any type of bending sounds radical, really, can you bend anything? And why is the Avatar guy the only one who can bend all four?” Artimesia decided she was going to ignore the screaming in her mind that reminded her that, scientifically, “bending” shouldn’t be possible. But her mom was psychic and she was a mutant bird-girl, so who was she to judge?

“Oh, oh that? Oh, my bad, yeah, we totally have that. We just, don’t have a name for it yet, I guess? Or maybe we do. I mean, I’m not really a science guy, so that’s kind of out of my wheelhouse, know what I mean?” Spirits, he was starting to think that maybe he should know this stuff. Was it really just more common knowledge where she came from? Or was he actually just more of an idiot than he thought?

Ah yes, the dreaded question. “Oh, no. I-I can’t bend. I have a lot of family that can! But I just, didn’t get the gene, I guess...” He trailed off, clearing his throat in an attempt to fill the silence. “The Avatar can bend four because they’re meant to help bring balance to the world. I, don’t understand all the mechanics of it. I’m not sure anyone does, yet. I think it’s something to do with the spirits? But the Avatar is actually my uncle, so that’s something! Not by blood, though. He just married my aunt. Not that that would make a difference! It isn’t, genetic or anything. It’s actually really random, other than the whole nation thing.”

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sorta-sodalite‌:

“The DMV means Department of Motor Vehicles. They’d usually handle this, but we… don’t have one. But don’t worry, it’s not your fault you didn’t know it,” Lauryn rubbed her temples. Technically, it was still her job to give him a ticket, but she’d feel bad doing it when he hadn’t been given much information on driving legality. His rambling raises more questions than it answers, unfortunately, “You didn’t have cars at all?” Duh, Lauryn, he’s probably not even from this century, “Who gave you their car to drive?”

“Wait, if we don’t have one, then why would I need to talk to them? I mean, I get that it’s probably the law or whatever, but if I can’t get to them...” Pilip wasn’t exactly good at many things, and he was aware of that. But his dad was effectively a politician, so he understood the laws. Well, mostly, anyway.

“No? Well, kind of. We were developing them when I, you know, left.  They were nearly done, too! As far as I’m aware, anyway. I’m not exactly, kept in the loop or anything.”

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“Hey, um, listen. I know that, thing, happened before. You know, the, the um, the thing? Yeah, well, I’m real sorry man. It was an accident, I swear! I mean, I’m not like that, not at all. Not that you’d know that, considering... But just take my word for it, alright? Please?”

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the-radical-hamato‌:

“Oh, no, mutation. A mutation happens when someone or something is genetically modified. The structure of the genes are changed and that results in a variant form! So, like, I used to be completely human. But I got mutated with residual DNA of a pet store bird , so this is my variant form as a mutant. My dad and uncles all used be ordinary-” She stopped herself and sighed, “I…sorry. You didn’t ask for a whole explanation like that. But, no, it’s called mutation and I’m a Mutant.”

“I can’t say I’ve ever heard of ‘Physical World’ as a phrase outside of Physics so…no. Sorry I don’t know where or what that is. Is it- is it nice there? Water-bending sounds rad even if I’m entirely sure what that means,” Artimesia was wondering who would call their world…“Physical World”. It sounded redundant, if the world existed it was physical. It had to be. If it wasn’t then that was just one more world that defied the laws of physics she’d grown up with.

“Alright, I won’t lie to you, I don’t know what most of those words mean. But I think I’ve got the gist? Something happened, and then you went from being human to, part bird? Which where you’re from is what’s called a mutant? Right?” Despite only asking to clarify that what he thought he heard was, in fact, what she said, Pilip could only feel the blood draining from his face as he worried that any of that might have been, well, offensive. “And I mean that in a totally, inquisitive way! If any of that comes off as offensive then I am so, so sorry! Just want to make sure that we’re on the same page, you know?”

“...What’s physics? Well, something to do with physical things, I’m guessing. You know, based on what you’ve said. But that’s still kind of a broad subject? So I don’t know, but I am going to stop talking now before this gets weird again. Sorry if it gets weird again.” Okay, well now he just felt foolish again. But her next question did perk him up somewhat. “Oh, it’s really nice! Well, it wasn’t so nice during the 100 year war, but that’s been over for a while now and things are getting better! And water-bending is basically having the ability to, well, control water? There’s also earth, fire and air bending, which all do the same thing but with, well, earth, fire and air. Except there’s only one air-bender left and he’s the avatar, who can bend all four anyway, and I’m going to stop talking again.”

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sorta-sodalite‌:

“Did the DMV not…” Lauryn paused herself and just sighed. Of course no one was running the DMV properly. People were too concerned with keeping secrets in this town than they were the safety of it’s citizens. This fellow talked too much as well, probably trying not to get in trouble. Rightfully so, Lauryn didn’t think is was his fault no one told him. Unless he was lying… “So, a driver’s liscence is a little card you get that certifies that you know how to drive any sort of motor vehicle. I’ll go ahead and assume you had no driving training as well, sir?”

“The DMV? Is that important? I mean, it sure sounds important, especially if youre bring them up, but- I think I should probably stop while I’m ahead, shouldn’t I?” While he wasn’t the best at reading people, the look on the officer’s face was enough to tell him that he probably wasn’t in too much trouble, at the very least. “Ohhh, that sounds like it would be useful. Yeah. Well, more so for you guys than for us, but still! And I actually do have driving training! Nothing official, mind, but back, you know, home, we’re still in the process of developing these, so I worked as a tester driver! Not for long, but longer than most!”

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the-radical-hamato‌:

Artimesia immediately regretted having spun on him so hard, he obviously didn’t have any rude intentions. She sighed and kept herself from laughing out loud at his rambling. Of course people here weren’t use to mutants like her, people back home were barely used to her and her family, “No! I mean, no, I’m so sorry. It’s just- uh- well- you see people keep looking at me in a rude way but you’re not- you’re not being rude so you’re okay. Sorry for assuming.”

“And uh, this isn’t even common back home. I mean, people like me, with wings or other mutations. I’m a mutant from New York City so it’s…yeah it’s not common,” She paused awkwardly and glanced around,“So uh…where are you from? I mean, obviously not New York, right?”

As much as he appreciated her trying to calm him down, he didn’t really feel like it was deserved. So naturally he didn’t accept it. “No, no, it’s fine, it was my bad, completely! I mean, I should understand, I’m kind of one of the weird ones back at home. Maybe more common than, what did you say, mute-nations? But still.”

Losing some velocity as he went on allowed Pilip to clear his thoughts enough that he felt he could attempt, for once, a normal reply to something. Or, at least he hoped so, because he was going to damn well try. “Um, the Physical World? We don’t really, have a name for it like you guys do. Plus me and my family, we travel a lot, so I wouldn’t say I’m from anywhere in particular. Mainly the Southern Water Tribe and Earth Kingdom, if that means anything? But it probably doesn’t.”

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She’d been briefed that most people in this town weren’t familiar with modern laws or technology, but this man could easily be tried for reckless driving from what she’d seen. If he was driving, surely he went to a driver’s ed course at least. Most drivers also knew that they needed to have their registration and licence ready when a police officer approached their car. when this man just uttered a slow “no”, Lauryn stared back, expecting him to say something more. The silence lingered for a moment, before Lauryn held her hand out, “May I see your license?”

Pilip paused for a moment, just in case this was a joke - she wouldn’t be the first person to take advantage of his lack of knowledge, and he was sure that she wouldn’t be the last. But, she seemed wholly serious.

“What’s a license? I mean, I assume it’s something modern that I should definitely have, given you’re an officer and all. It’s just, not something I’ve heard of, or been told I should have. Because, you know, I’d totally have one otherwise. I’ve never broken the law in my life and I don’t intend to! Back where I’m from my dad’s really good friends with the Chief of Police and let me tell you she can be scary when she wants to be-”

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No one liked police officers, she knew that when she took the job, but Mr. Pan had insisted one was needed for the city. Lauryn liked most of the work when protecting people, but really hated this part of the job; the confronting, how it sounded, how awkward talking to people was. “Excuse me, are you aware that riding a vehicle over a foot bridge is able to be fined for up to $200?” The gem stood perfectly still as she tapped their shoulder.

Pilip wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to this job. He could barely drive as it was, and these cars were way more advanced than what he was use to. Which just made it a bit easier, he supposed, but it also meant that whatever rules of the road that they’d been working on at home were completely different from what they were here. Or, so he assumed, based on the officer that was now pulling him over.

“...No?”

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dorklydusk‌:

…Zapp Brannigan had been on many adventures; he was, after all, “a great military hero”. Steve had watched all the broadcasts. Repeatedly. He could rattle of all of his pop’s endeavours like that. The carpet in front of the TV could attest to that, so conspicuously worn was it from years of having Steve knelt on it, his Zapp Brannigan action figure clasped to his chest. Well, the carpet that was front of the TV. Would be in front of the TV? That was the thing. Zapp Brannigan had been on escapades beyond counting. Yet, he had never travelled 1,000 years into the past, or… something like that. That’s what– Yeah, that’s what they said. Like, holy smokes. Steve Zuk had travelled back 1,000 years, from New New York to… New York.  He had done it. He’d done something his dad had not. Travelled through time. And yet… Steve, who’d been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he’d come to a complete standstill uncomfortably close to the town’s centre, flinched. His gaze snapped up from the floor to those around him, and he felt a flushed brightly. Out of indignation. Indignation, that everyone around him had done the same thing! At least, sort of. All these people had jumped through time, or come through a portal to another dimension or whatever… (truth be told, Steve’s mind had been reeling when he’d emerged and been told the news; some bits hadn’t gone in, some bids he simply couldn’t quite grasp – not that he’d tell anyone that, of course). The point was, he was still average. Everyone here had accomplished the same feat. To do something that his old man had not, and– And– Somebody, likely having noticed the young lad milling about as his skin flared an embarrassingly vivid shade of red, called out to Steve, before tapping him on his shoulder. He’d, of course, been in a world of his own and failed to prepare himself for human contact, and– “W-What?!” He spluttered, freewheeling on the spot to face the interloper, his voice cracking so keenly that one might reasonably think he was a decade younger.

“I-I mean…”–he coughed hoarsely, swept a hand up to adjust his hairline, forcibly relaxed his posture–”…hello, what is, uh, it?”

Pilip was well aware that he was probably the last person that should go help this guy. At best, he’d probably find some way to make the scenario first. But he just looked so, small, and lost, so it felt wrong to not try and help...

“Hey, dude, are you, um, are you okay? You look a little...” He trailed off, generally gesturing to his own face. “Red? I mean, I know what it’s like to be embarrassed, so no shame here. It just, doesn’t look like, you’ve really done anything? To be embarrassed about, I mean. I’m sure you’v done something in general. Otherwise you wouldn’t be alive, because you need to breathe and all that.”

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the-radical-hamato‌:

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Artimesia was becoming increasingly aware that, despite the many amd diverse backgrounds of the citizens in town, she was still an odd sight to be seen. What with her obvious non-human appearance she was easily spotted in a crowd. When she lived back home in New York people barely glanced her way when she walked down the street. I mean, have you seen the things people dress in in Times Square? She wasn't that different.

"No I'm not-" She sighed, crossing her arms together and folding her wings tightly behind her, "I'm not part of a sideshow. Now go catch up to your group before you get lost. Okay?"

But people here were different. And some people here were very very vocal about it.

She shook her head and almost immediately ran into someone who'd been looking at her. Artimesia rolled her eyes and spoke up a little meaner than she really intended,"What, you lost or something? Or do you have another rude question about my existence?"

Oh no, this was bad. Pilip knew he had been looking - of course he had, it was a girl with wings, who wouldn’t look? - but it wasn’t like he could talk his way out of it. He was a terrible liar. And while he really hadn’t mean’t anything by it, he wasn’t sure she would take it that way. In fact, he was pretty sure that she wouldn’t, just based on that one reply.

So, there was only one thing to do. Grovel.

“No! No, sorry, I didn’t mean- They’re just, cool, is all. Never seen wings before. Well, not real ones. Not on people, anyway. Obviously. I mean, not obviously! Just, where I came from, it wasn’t really a thing, you know? I’m sure it’s perfectly normal wherever you’re from! Probably...”