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Avatar: The Price of Freedom

Hiresh laughed quietly to himself, "A monk of moderation in moderation... Clever." His eyes rolled when he noticed Siku's plea for the fox's toys. Really? It wasn't like they were going on an expedition. They just needed a few days of safety to sort things out. Even if he was the Avatar, Katsu was indeed free to choose his own path. It was rather amusing to Hiresh, however, that he thought he could avoid this one. Like he was the first Avatar to try. Even Avatar Aang returned with destiny at his doorstep. The metal bender wouldn't stop Katsu from going his own way, but he certainly wasn't going to let the boy stop him from doing at least this part of his job. They'd need a statement on the attack and Katsu was not only a witness, but the victim.

As they were setting out, Hiresh took to the Avatar's side, thinking how best to go about all of this. "Do you wanna press charges, Katsu? You're technically a victim of assault and if you so choose, the police will investigate. of course, I've no doubt the owners of the restaurant will be wanting them for destruction of property anyway." Out of respect for Katsu's wishes, Hiresh had decided to completely disregard his status as the Avatar from a professional standpoint. On these grounds, he was a citizen who had been attacked for a potential kidnapping during dinner and nothing more.

Siku squeaked slightly when the case was thrown at her. The first thought that came to her mind was a plea that it wasn't covered with drool stains. But for the second time today, she was surprised that Katsu was cleaner and more disciplined than he liked people to believe. One by one she began to stuff the toys into the cloth casing and let Koinu pick one out before lifting him back in her arms and joining the others for the door. She noticed the boy's shoulder's were slightly hunched, his posture and usual headstrong attitude seemed kind of... repressed, now. Feeling the sabre fox's urging, she rolled her eyes and gave him his toy. She couldn't very well go and talk to him now, Hiresh was doing his cop thing... whatever it was.

It didn't seem to take long for them to get to the ferry and Siku happily found herself at the helm, giving Koinu the chance to stay with her or go with Katsu before looking out to the open waters. The only thing in view was Avatar Aang's statue and Air Temple Island. She didn't take a pose or stance, but she felt a certain meditative peace here, overlooking the sea with the moon in the air. It felt like power; It felt like home.

About halfway across the water, she decided to leave the front and find Katsu. It was a small boat, so it really didn't take long, and his spirits didn't seem to be much better. "You'll get to go back, y'know. It's not like we're leaving forever or anything - just... need to figure out what's going on, yeah?" She rubbed the back of her neck with a half-smile of reassurance.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

I work in customer service at a Library (until July 22 :D ), believe me, I know the worst of people too. They show it especially well when it's a FREE service to the public. But I honestly think the good ones are worth the bad ones.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

I hate carts. I hate the people who leave them lying around. I hate the people who take carts and leave them randomly in the store. I hate people who miss the toilet and don't clean up after themselves. I hate that somehow women miss the toilet bowl. I hate people who leave their trash in the carts. I hate people who leave dirty diapers in the carts. I hate how the cart attendant title is actually not indicative of the jurisdiction of the job. I hate how people tell the cart attendant that carts need to be picked up. I hate how no one reads the "restroom is closed sign" and goes into the restroom anyways. I hate how people read the "restroom is closed sign" and go into the restroom anyways. I hate how people read the "restroom is closed sign" then ask me "Can I go in?". I hate how people DON'T read the "restroom is closed" sign then ask me "Is the restroom closed?". I hate how people ignore the "Caution Wet Floor" sign and then slip on the floor. I hate how the said person then files a complaint about the wet floor. I hate how people take carts outside to transport their toothbrush and one other item safely to their cars. I hate how people block the exits with their carts when the cart rack is right next to the exit. I hate how people try to steal Beats by Dre headphones, cut themselves somehow in the process of removing the security devices, bleed down three aisles, force a group of us to clean the aftermath for 2 hours, also force us to trash $1000 worth of merchandise because they bled all over it, and mess up the restroom too JUST BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T WANT TO SPEND $100 FOR A FRIGGIN' HEADPHONE.

You know what I don't hate? I don't hate vests.

(Sorry. This is from a year and a half of pent up frustrations.)

@Loud Angry Dead

Well, SOMEBODY works in retail. Aren't people nuts?

Digital or Real?

Now that he could actually stock his shelves with food, James was grateful to be eating the "real" stuff again. In college, the pickings were slim and the assignments were stacked high. Simply no time for it. Even had Sasha been there to make them food, he mused silently, she wouldn't have wanted to. There would have been a dozen guys all over her at all times - no, worse, a dozen engineers. James mentally shivered at the thought.

"Yeah, you! How many papers did you make me let you proof-read before turning them in? Almost every one of them was pretty much dipped in a vat of red ink," He chastised, shaking his head, "And then I'd get the same grade as the kid next to me who didn't have this 3-hours-of-editing paper in his hands." The man grinned, "So it developed to an intrinsic need. My constant attitude of correction is your fault, ya little perfectionist."

He ran a hand over his head and shook out his hair with a shrug, "I work a lot harder than I used to, can't go walking around like a snotty kid, eh? Gotta be professional, I represent da at work; I can't let his recommendation go to waste." He laughed at her small comment about being a better pair, downing the small remainder of his second drink. "I like to think we looked a lot better at high school's end too. But I admit, I think we've both kinda 'grown into' ourselves since then. It's nice," He said, deciding to leave his thoughts at that. Sure, there was more, but he didn't want to create an awkward situation from nothing. In fact, it was preferable to just enjoy her company like this again; after all these years, it was amazing that the spontaneous, young gamer had evolved into a writer and editor, and she even taught. Tutoring wasn't exactly a classroom, but it was a step in the direction of something he always thought she'd be good at.

The sound of a crowd was approaching the door and it seemed that Sasha had the exact same idea as James: get out. He didn't really have much to grab, so as soon as she was ready he felt her hand grabbing his arm and tugging him though the doors. "H-hey, what's the rush, Sashie?" He asked teasingly once they were outside. He didn't pull out of her hand by any means, but his other one dug down into his pocket and pulled out his pack of B&H, expertly opening it and withdrawing one using just the one hand and his pocket. He pushed the pack back down and brought his lighter up with the cig, letting it rest in the corner of his mouth as the flame clicked on and started to burn the very tip of it. Once he had replaced the lighter, he took the cigarette between his fingers and blew the smoke away from Sasha, where the breeze caught it and carried it down the street.

"Korean food..?" He asked, sniffing at the air himself, "Uh, yeah, I guess. Wai- ah!" He laughed as she excitedly continued to lead him to another pop-up party. These things were everywhere nowadays weren't they? Thankfully, he'd only had to deal with them from time to time, they rarely found their way to Canterbury. James wasn't much for parties, she knew that, but she also knew he couldn't say no to her. "Hey, I'm just here to spend the evening with you - let's just have a good time," He replied, smiling lightly as he tilted his head back and released a single, solitary ring of smoke. He grinned, "Damn, I can never get those things to come out right. But that was perfect," He said, blowing the rest out in a cloud behind it. "One of my mate's showed me that, makes me feel like Gandalf or somethin'." James teased, letting the tails of his blazer hang out in front of his wrists as his hands rested in his pockets.

Digital or Real?

I know that feeling. Happened right after graduation when I still needed to lose weight for the military. x_x Limited freedom is better than like... 8 hours of free time per week. OTL

Digital or Real?

Says the person with some freedom x.x

Digital or Real?

If only, if only...

Far From Home [ Scout & Vena Sera ]

Short post, but a post nonetheless. Nero is kind of just... chillin'. Nothing for him to really do that isn't just pointless fluff. :p

Far From Home [ Scout & Vena Sera ]

"If we were to start large, the organization would be incredibly difficult. I think establishing ourselves before expanding would be the most practical option here, anyway," The man agreed, calming once more as his fingers drummed on the table. "Whether we have the capability is not the question, Yato. Successful or not, I want to do something good for the kids here. If we fail, then it won't matter anyway - we'll die on one frontline or the other," he explained thoughtfully. "Both are good causes, so I would understand any inhibition you might have. The way I look at it, I've acknowledged the likelihood of my death by joining the clearers in the first place." In fairness, however, the notion of sacrificing himself came rather easy to the American. "I would appreciate you talking to the others, I'm sure we could have something great here with their help," Titus finally stated, rising and offering Yato a hand to shake.

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"Heeeey," She slurred, gazing at Suto for a moment, the gears turning slowly in her head. "Are you trying to make me eat so I stop being like this?" She asked, finally putting the puzzle piece into place after having already been in line. She completely ignored the tall brunette the moment he reached for her hand. Her mind was on a different subject before even realizing the one in front of her. The girl's eyes narrowed as she stared her pugilist friend down, the intimidation rendered moot by her slightly slouched shoulders and sluggish, slurred speech. "Pfft... I-I don't think that eating is going to change anything," her observation was met with a small hiccup as the line slowly advanced.

"I-I'm no expert, but I think the food absorbs drink in real life... in a place like this..." Yari gasped, taking a deep breath, "Inside a video game. Oh my gosh, Shuro, we're in a video game!" She exclaimed, looking around with wide eyes, "Can you believe it?!" Shaking her head, she continued, "B-but here, it won't absorb anything... Ssssoooo..." She furrowed her brow, "I forgot."

Only now did she realize that she had completely ignored the exchange with the brunette in front of them, her mind finally processing what it was that he said. "G-girlfriend? Nuh-uh, I'm nobody's girlfriend," She explained matter-of-factly. "But beautiful I certainly am," The girl teased, looking at Suto with a laugh. Finally, they received her dinner and she excitedly began to eat it, though a few bits of it would fall to the floor and really, it had very little effect. She was right, the science didn't work out and apparently no algorithm had been placed in the game for sobering somebody up when they ate solid foods. Even when drunk she managed to outsmart Suto... The poor guy.

Digital or Real?

My last day of work is July 22. I'm fucking sick of this place.