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thearena2015-06-16 08:30 pm
actually112) wrote in thearena2015-06-16 08:30 pm
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Far from home on a road unknown
Who| Aang and YOU
What| Aang running away from ghosts AND another prompt with Aang at the banquet.
Where| Around the castle grounds.
When| Late at night, Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Sad little boys, references to violence and some violence against children.
Ghosts
Aang wandered into the catacombs and dungeons. That was a bad idea, especially on the heels of the horror that was last week. He's yelling as he runs out from the dungeons, going into the castle, but ghosts are still following him. One has the vague outline of a young woman, the other a younger man, neither of them older than nineteen at most.
"Of course you run. You're always running," the younger man says as Aang ducks down a hall and climbs into a little nook to hide.
"How many people are going to die before you stop running?" the woman asks as Aang curls up into a ball and covers his head, doing his best to stay hidden even as he shakes.
"Come out, Avatar!" the ghost boy shouts. "Face the consequences of your actions for once!"
Banquet, later on
Aang is not doing too hot. Last week was hard, and being chased by ghosts didn't help. So he came to get food in low spirits.
But he sees food he actually recognizes for once. Food he hasn't had in over a hundred years. He sits down in front of the modest collection of airbender cuisine--all vegetarian, very little salt. Overall unimpressive except for the fruit pies. Beautiful, perfect crust with fruit custard filling whipped to a cloud-like consistency by airbending.
It all looks mostly perfect, but there are telltale signs of no airbending used in the process. That would change the taste and consistency completely, but would he really be able to tell the difference anymore?
He loads his plate with the food, but he doesn't eat it. He just... stares at it. He moves to eat, then he stops, putting his hands back on the table. He looks to the nearest person, chewing his cheek gently. "Do you have any rituals before eating where you come from?"
What| Aang running away from ghosts AND another prompt with Aang at the banquet.
Where| Around the castle grounds.
When| Late at night, Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Sad little boys, references to violence and some violence against children.
Ghosts
Aang wandered into the catacombs and dungeons. That was a bad idea, especially on the heels of the horror that was last week. He's yelling as he runs out from the dungeons, going into the castle, but ghosts are still following him. One has the vague outline of a young woman, the other a younger man, neither of them older than nineteen at most.
"Of course you run. You're always running," the younger man says as Aang ducks down a hall and climbs into a little nook to hide.
"How many people are going to die before you stop running?" the woman asks as Aang curls up into a ball and covers his head, doing his best to stay hidden even as he shakes.
"Come out, Avatar!" the ghost boy shouts. "Face the consequences of your actions for once!"
Banquet, later on
Aang is not doing too hot. Last week was hard, and being chased by ghosts didn't help. So he came to get food in low spirits.
But he sees food he actually recognizes for once. Food he hasn't had in over a hundred years. He sits down in front of the modest collection of airbender cuisine--all vegetarian, very little salt. Overall unimpressive except for the fruit pies. Beautiful, perfect crust with fruit custard filling whipped to a cloud-like consistency by airbending.
It all looks mostly perfect, but there are telltale signs of no airbending used in the process. That would change the taste and consistency completely, but would he really be able to tell the difference anymore?
He loads his plate with the food, but he doesn't eat it. He just... stares at it. He moves to eat, then he stops, putting his hands back on the table. He looks to the nearest person, chewing his cheek gently. "Do you have any rituals before eating where you come from?"
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He rolls his shoulders, looking at the ground. "I can't save this world on my own. It's not my place to even if I could. But I need to go home, and I don't know if it'll be there when I get back."
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"From some of our worlds. One of the tributes who was here then - hmm, what was his name? Maximus, I think - met a man who came from the his world's future, and was told no one there had even realized he was gone. Because to them, he wasn't. That world had its Maximus. I know, too, that some have left and come back with memories of being in their own worlds for some while, before being taken back here. I don't know how both can be true, Aang, but they are. You may well end up back there one day but even if you don't, your world will have its avatar."