Having just walked through the slums looking out to make sure people in Republic City's lowest point were not having too many issues, that he could help solve, Gao had taken himself out of the slums, and back into 'proper' society...if you could call the normal hard working individuals of this city proper. Gao had no true distaste for the every man, nor did he have any real like for them either. They had their lives, and they worked hard to maintain them. Be it sports, manufacturing, or food each person struggled, and pushed for their end goal. Peace...was hard to come by in Republic City. To much chaos...too much disorder, and crime. The police, and air nation did what they could but they were held back by bureaucratic red tape, and corrupt politicians who, even on the lower levels helped for a handful of coin they didn't need.

Gao was a traveler, and he was a lone traveler normally. He didn't mind company but he preferred quite places where he could listen to the wind, and hear the earth around him live. This place of machinery burst with its own form of life though. Artificial as it was, and superficial at best. Just a few hours ago Gao had managed to help a young girl overcome a fever with some help from a local doctor. He had also helped a man construct a shack. Both of the cases overlooked by society as a whole. An evil in its own doing. Not everyone could survive. And death was a natural part of the world. But why should they be looked down upon for simply being alive with less coin? He was no doctor, nor was he a man of influence. So he did what he could how he would if it would help. Though Gao was not entirely sold on his own creed. He understood sometimes it would be best to let some suffer because at times it was impossible for them to stop their suffering and it would only end soon in such causes like plague, and old age they had to work through their own issues.

Gao was not a hero for justice. He didn't preach his morals to anyone who asked. He talked, walked, and acted when he viewed it was necessary. Some would call him...cold, or distant but that was not true. He enjoyed hearing people talk when they actually had something meaningful to say. More often than not the average person had as much to say truly about themselves, or the world less than they did complaints about the weather being too cold, or them knocking over a pot and getting a rug dirty.

Having grown up in a small rural village in the Earth Sphere had allowed Gao to understand that wealth was something to be used sparingly, and while he was not rich per say he had saved much of the wealth people had given to him as a reward for his services. Gao didn't refuse, or ask for a reward usually but sometimes people offered too much in kindness he took what he deserved, or needed to keep going. As such he found himself spending lightly. He sat down in a noodle shop this day his staff tied to his back, and his somewhat dirty peasant clothes being pushed gently by the breeze. He ordered a bowl of ramen before sitting down next to an elderly man who nodded at him, and he did so in return. [b]"Busy work day young man?"[/b] the man asked looking over Gao. He looked over himself and chuckled. [color=f7941d]"I suppose...but it is a day of work well spent."[/color] Gao said simply in return to the old man smiling gently as the old man told him he was a good man for having a respect for a good day of hard work, unlike his grandchildren, and went back to eating his own food. Gao was happy for once he was in a quiet shop with few people...and he could forget about the stupid politics he tried to avoid but inevitably always came back to as the world could be put aside for some rest.