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[color=9f9f9f][color=steelblue]”You did [i]WHAT?![/i]”[/color] Jin cried out incredulously for what was quite possibly the fourth time that hour. His head jerked up, slamming painfully against the bottom of his car’s raised hood. For the first time since they’d left Ba Sing Se, Jin was finally out of his helmet and in more comfortable- if equally utilitarian clothes. His sleeves were rolled up and he was currently elbow deep within the innards of the Kyoshi’s engine. Sumire sat on top of a stack of tires, tool box wrapped in her arms, rolling her eyes.

[color=white]”I may or may not have installed a Synergy supercharger into the Kyoshi…”[/color] The smaller girl admitted for what felt like the tenth time that day.

[color=steelblue]”And you’ve been using the Kyoshi to [i]street race?![/i] You’ve been using [i]my[/i] car for street races?!”[/color] There was a loud clang and a slew of curses as Jin dropped a tool and forced his arm deeper into the car to fish the item out.

[color=white]”[i]Technically[/i] it's the company’s car…”[/color] Sumire reminded him sheepishly, [color=white]”And if you ask anyone in Ba Sing Se- they think it’s [i]my[/i] car.”[/color] she added, a bit more smugly.

[color=steelblue]”My. Car.”[/color] Jin reiterated, a motor oil soaked glove slapping the top of the engine for emphasis. [color=steelblue]”Did you win at least?”[/color] came the followup, quieter.

[color=white]”Of course I won, who do you think I am?”[/color] Sumire retorted sweetly. Jin just stared at her with a look that might’ve said ‘I don’t even know anymore.’ [color=white]”Jiinnn…”[/color] she whined, [color=white]”At least it got us out of there, right?”[/color]

[color=steelblue]”Yeah, yeah...”[/color] Jin grumbled, deflating slightly as he pulled a blown out part out of the car. 

With everything that had been happening, they’d been more or less avoiding the subject until they were safe. But two days after the sandworm attack, here they were- in relative safety. After dropping the others off in town, Feyi led Jin to a garage that seemed to hold the entirety of the settlement’s vehicles, which admittedly weren’t many. As a result, the space was spacious, though crowded at the same time. A veritable junkyard of spare parts were heaped against the walls and in unoccupied parking spots- useful for their purposes. 

Jin had made himself comfortable here, not quite free with his belongings- the most valuable of which he kept locked inside the Kyoshi’s trunk, but a lot of the non essentials were added to the garage’s controlled chaos and spread out around the small parking space as he more or less established himself within the garage. Only really using the tavern to sleep, Jin had spent most of the day in the garage, attempting to fix the damage to his car caused by Sumire’s booster, as well as the RSF gunfire, only really stopping to eat and drink some food offered by the locals. 

Likewise, the folk in Tu Zin had been more than welcoming thus far, though none of them really had any clue what the Kyoshi was. Compared to the rest of the vehicles in the garage, the Kyoshi might as well have been from a different planet. Not a spot of rust, angular lines, metal for windows and a modernized synergy intake instead of regular fuel. Still, the gearheads there were helpful and cooperative, though it wasn’t difficult for Jin to notice that there was something- or someone missing. Jin didn’t know Tikanni, at all really- last month Tikanni might’ve just been the name of another nameless raider, but it didn’t take much for Jin to notice the atmosphere.

With a frustrated sigh, Jin slammed the hood of the Kyoshi shut. Sumire slid off the stack of tires as he pulled off the worn gloves and set aside the tools the settlement had provided them. [color=white]”All done?”[/color] the white haired girl inquired.

[color=steelblue]”What can be done, anyway.”[/color] Jin sighed, [color=steelblue]”We still have another issue at hand- fuel, synergy. I don’t think there’s just an abundance of it here out in the boondocks.”[/color]

[color=white]”We could ask around?”[/color] Sumire suggested, Jin shook his head.

[color=steelblue]”I doubt the people here will be willing to just give it away- remember, one of their guys tried to rob us.”[/color] Jin whispered in a low voice, his eyes straying around the garage to spot potential eavesdroppers. 

[color=white]”Well, no sense standing around here then,”[/color] Sumire replied, a sudden pep jumping into her step, [color=white]”We’ve been cooped up in this garage all day, I want to check out the rest of the town!”[/color]

[color=steelblue]”You go ahead I’ll just-!”[/color] Without so much as a request, Sumire was already grabbing Jin’s arm and dragging him out of the garage and into the rest of Tu Zin, intent on exploring the rest of the settlement with Jin in tow, whether he liked it or not.

 
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