MonsieurShade

The City of New Ba Sing Se

As Jacque prepared to offer his retort to the fire bender's challenge, he heard the distinctive shout of an authoritative figure and cursed under his breath. Jacque's attention was once more brought to the group he held captive by a loud thud and a complaint of pain, "Crap...", Jacque hissed as he turned to look at Kari who had freed herself. "Now liste-" *crack*, "Oh what NOW?". Jacque looked exasperatedly at the gang members as one struck Rikka and they freed themselves to disperse into the crowd. Sensing an oncoming headache, Jacque released Rikka and returned the water to his waterskin just as an earth bender arrived on the scene, seemingly to offer his assistance to Rikka.

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Jacque couldn't help but reflexively pinch the space between his eyebrows in frustration as the two females from one of the groups lashed out at the group of of men, one with fire, and the other, with a more physical approach. Sensing that an intervention with the city's police would be imminent, Jacque crouched and recalled the water before raising his hand in an upward motion and spreading out his fingers. The water that he was bending split off into twelve thing tendrils which he used to subdue Kari, Rikka, and the two men they had attacked by entangling their limbs. "Alright, ENOUGH. Whatever quarrel you've all got going is going to land you folks in jail. Worst still-" Jacque trailed off as he shot a glare at Kari, "-your firebending could really hurt someone if you aren't careful! Do you have any idea how easily you could cause an inferno in an enclosed space like this?", the waterbender barked as he suspended his captives in midair. As the crowd around him began to whisper, he picked up certain words that sent a small prickle of concern up his spine, words such as 'filthy benders', 'have them arrested', and, 'ban them all'. The words fueling his fire, Jacque raised the people in his grip a bit higher, "You see? You're causing a serious stir here. People are getting scared, not to mention seriously pissed. Just call it quits before I *really* have to step in an make you stop.". Although Jacque tried to keep his voice level, and continue acting as a mediator,, there was something in his last comment that still managed to bleed out despite his good intentions: there was an unmistakable underlying threat of violence.

The City of New Ba Sing Se

"So, this is Ba Sing Se, eh? She's a beautiful piece o' work, I can certainly say. I can't wait to explore 'er after i've found a place to stay for the night!" A cheery voice with an unmistakable country twang rang out from the city streets. Jacque Baila moved through the crowds of people with a lopsided smirk upon his face as he took in everything the place had to offer. It had only been an hour since he'd arrived via boat, and he could already tell how vastly different from the Foggy Swamp, this place was; the air was thicker, though not completely unpleasant with the scent of perfumes, colognes and various food dishes blocking out the worst parts of the city smog, and although the city lacked trees, it more than made up for it with massive buildings and vendors as far as the eye could see. Jacque's gawking however came to a rather abrupt end as he felt people pressing against him rather uncomfortably. 'It's a good thing I didn't use my bending to make an arm when I arrived. Probably would've led to a few complaints by now.', the water bender mused as he attempted to squeeze out of the crowd, adding in a few polite "excuse me"s and "pardon me"s in an attempt to convince people to make way for him. Unfortunately for Jacque, much like quick sand, all the struggling did was plunge him further inwards until a gap sent him sprawling onto the ground. "Ouch.." Jacque muttered as he slowly sat up and looked around with confusion for a brief moment.

The reason for the gap soon became apparent as he laid eyes upon a group of people -four men on one side, and two women and a man on the other- appeared to square off. "Uh oh. I know I wanted to see something interesting, but this isn't what I had in mind", Jacque muttered as he uncapped his water skin and bent out it's contents. In a flash of movement, Jacque was back to his feet with a massive limb made of water in place of his missing arm separating the two groups, "Hey now, there's no reason for y'all to be fighting on a fine day like this. Let's all just settle down and go our separate ways before the police arrive and things get even worse, yeah?" he asked in the sort of soothing-yet-somehow-firm tone an adult would use to break up children.

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I'm gonna be gone until a bit after 10:00PM est, but just to clarify this before I leave, Wizard, am I accepted or no? I don't wan't to just come back with a post if i've been given no invitation.

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WizardGirl said
I love how none of you asked what the May Oh Wanchu(没有弯曲) is

The rough translation for that read as "No bending", so i'm gonna take a shot in the dark and assume it's a variation of the anti-bending/equalist group. Would that be correct?

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Name: Jacque Baila
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Right here
Skills: Highly adept foggy swamp style water bender (a result of having to use it on a near daily basis for years), excellent hunter/tracker
Element(If None Leave Blank): Water
Weapon(If None Leave Blank): A short sword, a large waterskin made from catgator leather

History: Originally hailing from the Foggy Swamp, Jacque was a kid known by his tribe for his highly inquisitive nature, impressive aptitude for adaptation, and natural ability to get himself into all sorts of trouble. Unfortunately for Jacque -then nine at the time-, it was that last trait that nearly cost him his life when, in an attempt to frighten a few of his friends as a joke, he ended up losing an arm to a large catgator that mistook him for prey. Jacque managed to survive the ordeal, however, he found it hard to acclimate to life in the swamp with just one arm, that is, until he began learning how to water bend. With a combination of seven years of teaching from many members of his tribe, and ingenuity, Jacque learned how to not only precisely bend small amounts of water for days at a time, but fashion it into a false limb to compensate for his missing arm. It wasn't long before a then sixteen year old Jacque decided that he wanted to see everything the world had to offer and struck out on his own to experience everything first hand. He's been traveling like this for three years now, and is currently making preparations for a pit stop in New Ba Sing Se.

Personality: Jacque is a fairly mellow, flexible, and friendly individual who regards everyone he's on good terms with like family, though his habit of making the occasional snide comment can land him in hot water if he doesn't reign it in. When using his water bending for offensive purposes, Jacque believes that the best way for a water bender to fight is wearing his opponents down by redirecting or dodging blows while attacking with a series of small-but-numerous blows before delivering a large blow as the coup de grâce.

Friends/Family: His tribe back in the Foggy Swamp
Relationship/Crush: "I like everyone, but i've yet to fine someone to love."
Orientation(Bi, Straight, etc.): Bisexual
Other: He has a distinct southern sort of accent like all Foggy Swamp natives

Gotham (Always Open)

"Alright Alli, on my order..." Vincent muttered as he crouched outside of the entrance. The duo had been sitting outside of the tower waiting for the front desk guard's shift to end. Vincent's muscles tensed as he watched another man in a similar uniform approach the desk and begin to talk to him, though he only sprang into action once he witnessed the guard hand his comrade a set of keys, "NOW!". The reaction was near instantaneous: Vincent and Alli bursted through the door and lunged at the pair of men, their moves in near perfect synch as they pinned their quarries to the ground and knocked them unconscious with a combination of punches from Vincent and a series of head battering from Alli's heavy paws. Vincent rose and dusted himself off,"Alright bud, that should give me time to set up these EMP generators. Do me a favor and keep a look out. If you can't nonlethally take out whatever comes our way, give me a warning. I don't want any casualties on my watch." he said as he pulled the three devices from his belt and twisted them open. As Alli padded away, Vincent crouched and pressed a series of glowing nodes that lined the interiors of the devices, setting them on their highest setting to -in his mind- guarantee that whatever room supplied the building with power and send the place into darkness long enough for him to find Zsasz. With another set of twists, the EMPs were armed and attached the the underside of the desk that the guard had been sitting behind. "Four...three...two...one-", 'BWOOM', "Yup, got the power room!" Vincent muttered triumphantly as the building was plunged into darkness. Vincent made a soft cuffing noise to recall Alli, then made his way further into the building, his demeanor sinking back into the one fitting of his Hunter persona.

Gotham (Always Open)

As Vincent pulled into the parking lot of the Von Gruenwald tower, he couldn't help but marvel a bit at the size of the thing. The tower was large and immaculate, clearly the result of a master architect's design, and countless weeks of labor. The bounty hunter's marveling was soon cut short by a sickly groan in the back of his jeep as Alli slowly rose on his paws, "Oh, sorry about that Alli. I wanted to make good time.". The reason for Alli's discomfort -and the subsequent apology from Vincent- was due to the fact that Vincent had made it a point of speeding and swerving through traffic whenever an area seemed free of police officers. With the area seemingly clear save for a few parked vehicles that likely belonged to people under Carmine Falcone's payroll Vincent put on his mask and strapped his holstered swords onto his back once more before hopping out and releasing Alli, who vigorously shook to rid himself of the sickly feeling. Vincent grinned beneath his mask as he looked down to his partner, "How should we go about this one? Enter from the back or knock out the power?, he inquired. Alli blinked and began to paw at the trunk of the jeep, eliciting a shrug from Vincent, "Knock out the power it is.". A quick press of a button opened the jeep's trunk to reveal a plethora of gadgets, some, rather mundane in appearance, and others clearly alien in origin.

Vincent reached in and pulled out three circular devices, each the size of a CD but with the thickness of a hockey puck, and clipped them to his belt before shutting the trunk. With a gleam in his eye, Vincent cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, "Let's go get paid.", he muttered before making for the entrance of the Von Gruenwald tower.

Gotham (Always Open)

As he made his way into the outskirts of Port Adams, Vincent paused and began to rummage through his pockets for something. Alli sat on his haunches and waited patiently as he always did, swishing his tail idly as his partner came away with what he'd been looking for: A small bundle of keys. Vincent jingled the keys in front of Alli, who only yawned in response, "Spoil sport. I liked you better when you were an infant." Vincent said playfully before receiving a light cuff on the thigh for his troubles. The dup crept into a nearby parking lot, whereupon entry, Vincent used his electronic key to unlock a fairly inconspicuous green jeep wrangler. Alli jumped into the back and lied down to make himself comfortable as Vincent slid into the driver's seat, then removed his weapons, mask, and hood, placing them on the floor of the passenger seat side. "Alright partner, assuming that bald bastard didn't like to us, we're heading to Von Gruenwald tower. Should be plenty of places for us to climb and get the drop on Zsasz. I can taste that seventy-two grand now.", he stated with a small chuckle as he started the jeep. Alli stretched out a bit in the back and purred contently at the vibrations of the vehicle as it began to move.

Gotham (Always Open)

Port Adams. It was a place that everyone in Gotham knew about, regardless of their background. You could be a cop, you could be a crook, hell, you could be plain ol' Joe from down the way, it didn't matter. Everyone knew that Port Adams was were Falcone imported and exported a good deal of his 'goods', if one could call drugs and weaponry such a thing. It didn't matter what you were in the end, nor how you knew of it, all that mattered is that every sane human being in Gotham knew to stay the hell away unless they either worked for Falcone, or had a serious desire to be found at the bottom of a river. Vincent Bell, was not a sane human being. It was not that he was insane, far from it, rather, he simply was not human. "I'll ask you again, Falcone's lieutenant, Zsasz, where can I find him?", Vincent growled from behind his mask to a balding man chained to a chair inside a storage container. The bounty hunter had been at this ever since he'd gotten the drop on a group of goons Flacone had sent to receive a shipment, and his patience was growing thin.

The fight was relatively easy for Vincent: They may have had guns and numbers, but he had them trumped thanks to experience and ample hiding places. Then again, being strong enough to cause spinal and neck trauma with a casual slap didn't exactly hurt his chances either. "What, you think if you find him he'll give you something on the boss? You're insane, not to mention a dead man.", the chained man hissed, only to freeze as he heard a loud growl from behind the chair. "You misunderstand. I couldn't care less about Falcone, he's worthless to me as a public figure. Zsasz, however, has a particularly nice bounty on his head that I aim to collect.". The man in the chair gawked at Vincent for a few seconds, "Wait, I know you, you're that "Hunter" asshole, aren't you? You ain't no hero, you're just another crook in it for the money.", "Well, you're right about who I am, and what i'm after, but I have to disagree with you about the crook part. But that isn't what we're here to discuss.". The man scowled and looked away from Vincent, eliciting a sigh from the alien, "Fine, we're going to do it this way I take it? I'm ok with that. Alli, would you be so kind as to help loosen our friend's tongue?". Another growl sounded as a sleek feline figure crept from out of the darkness and snapped it's teeth together audibly. Upon first glance, one would assume Alli was just a normal leopard, but upon further inspection, one would easily be able to tell that the creature that was slowly circling the chained up captive like a shark bore an unmistakably reptilian appearance on top of the feline one.

Vicent's captive, realizing that the situation he was in was starting to become much worse as Alli's teeth snapped together dangerously close to his crotch, finally began to spill whatever information he had regarding Zsasz. Vincent listened intently, then, once he felt he'd recieved everything he required, got up and walked out of the container with Alli in tow. "W-wait! What about me? Untie me, dammit!" "Hmm...i'm sure Falcone will send more men in the morning when he realizes that his shipment is late. Just be sure to scream loudly.". Not waiting for another retort, Vincent shut the container door and began to walk away whilst whistling a jaunty tune. The night was still young, and with fresh information ready to be used, Hunter was ready to find and catch his quarry.