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[color=9f9f9f]Sun scorched the air anywhere without shade. So hot was it that even the sand seemed to pour heat from the ground. Many were huddled together under trees and some in the shade of the one building still standing. A derelict structure from an age long past that had once been a herald of safety. Of a sign that the great walls of Ba Sing Se were within reach. Now, the thin black line drawn across the horizon in the distance was a sign of death. Of the life they were all forced to leave behind for the weak promise of safety somewhere beyond the desert at their feet. The place had long ago been abandoned despite an attempt to turn it into a small outpost for the city. Proximity to the desert and the storms that raged within it made any kind of permanent habitation impossible. Still, signs of their effort survived to today. Inside the hollowed out husk were tables and chairs nearly buried in sand. A counter that divided the dusty room in half and empty frames on the wall. Dated kitchen appliances. An old wire phone. An empty Cabbage Corp crate. Items from a different time and life frozen in time. Some found comfort in the strange world it was forever trapped in. Others only wanted to leave, unable to think of anything else but escape with their freedom so close. Every person had made the hard trek from the city walls to the rest stop in the middle of nowhere in hopes that they could be guided to safety. Now, the only thing standing between them and that rumored place beyond the sand sea was the raging storm in front of them.

A wall of sand, impossibly wide and stretching into the dark clouds in the sky was rampaging, barring passage for anyone but those with the knowledge and the tools to cross, and even those individuals were hesitant. They'd ordered everyone to wait while they watched in trepidation, gawking at streaks of light that would burn a path through tumbling clouds of gnashing stone. A display of nature's fury.

[color=white]"We're liable to be buried."[/color] Informed Tikaani. A tall man dressed in brown and gray leathers from head to toe. Clothing made sturdy by scratchy fabrics and stiff layers that helped to keep invasive sand out and cooler hair trapped inside. His short black black hair was pinned back by a pair of goggles that had been pushed to his forehead to make room for the binoculars he was peering though. [color=white]"It's not a strong storm but it's still dangerous."[/color]

[color=white]"Are you serious? Are we looking at the same thing?"[/color] Kanna asked.

Nearby, several vehicles were parked and waiting. Each one fully gassed and modified in their own way to survive the unforgiving embrace of the desert. It was obvious that some had been cobbled together worse than others. Patch work frames of metal and twine that looked as though it could fall apart as soon as they hit the gas. All of them were older models of Satomobiles from decades past and none were modified the way a peculiar Kyoshi was. Already those more curious or those with no regard for boundaries were stepping up to the vehicle, eyeing it like a prize. However, more importantly, early on it was discovered that there were not enough seats to go around and already, some small conflict was brewing between those who would be departing first and those who would have to wait for a second convoy to arrive. Although nothing overly violent had yet occurred, tensions were already incredibly high and it was only a matter of time before someone became too impatient for everyone's good.

To compound the issue, almost 24 hours later and many were still unable to control their bending, or worse, unwilling to accept that which they had become. Unwilling to accept the [i]people[/i] they were forced to run with.

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[color=9f9f9f]You may place your character anywhere in this area. There is only the large central structure that is built like a spire, sticking out of the sand. Inside are the remains of an old rest stop that had at one point been made to look like an old diner. Outside are the vehicles waiting to leave and Takaani, who is the 'leader' of this caravan and the one paid to ferry people across the desert.

There are a large number of other benders in the area who have also escaped. They are nameless but can be given a name and controlled by anyone.

Nothing of note is happening save for a rather... rude looking gentleman who has been marching around the vehicle attempting to look inside. This man is one of the other drivers. Although not large, he [i]is[/i] carrying a gun at his hip that is easily visible. The other drivers are also carrying weapons, a few of them being rifles.

It has been decided that everyone in our group is going to be riding with Jin, out of pure coincidence. The passenger list is as follows: Weiyuan, Chae Wan, Chu Hua, Kanna, Reman, Vasra and one other named Jaakuna. There aren't enough seats but there is room in the bed of the jeep for the others to fit, although that is very much not preferred.

Now is a good time to work with each other and establish relationships. It has been a day since the explosion and people have been waiting around at the rest stop for the last hour or so while more stragglers are still arriving. There has been plenty of time for our characters to have interacted off screen during the trek over or while sitting at the rest stop, or, they can take the opportunity now to introduce themselves in lieu of waiting.
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