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Zenji leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. She tired to think of the most calming things she could. These would be things that she would have to remember when they got to the island. Serenity... She was not going to cry in front of people she hardly knew and she needed, they needed her, to go the island. Both to find their transportation and to assure her friend is alive.
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Nyima continued to look at Han as he stood. When he brought up the tribes, she nodded her head slowly, she wasn't really in need of his heritage. A moment later, she caught onto where he was going when he complimented her, in a round about way, saying that Northern Water Tribe women were the best looking in comparison to the rest of the world. She smiled slightly, giving him a silent thanks, not wanting to appear rude. She was slightly surprised when he took her hand and kissed it, asking what it was that he could do for her. However, when he looked at Rayn, she removed her hand. She was about to answer him when Rayn stepped in. She looked at him and crossed her arms, was he mad at her because the guy had kissed her hand? She rolled her eyes in response. Her eyebrows knitted together when he said that it wouldn't work due to Han mostly likely being recognized instantly. Nyima shook her head, "And we wouldn't? Both my brother and Mizuki have seen us."

Rayn seemed to be deep in thought. She looked at Han when he spoke and sighed, "He does that sometimes..."

Rayn was suddenly speaking again, she nodded her head. A mole was a possibility. She thought about it herself before sighing, "But what can he offer them that Zhou can't. They'll need to keep their group small, just the necessities..."

She looked between the two men, "However, can we not talk about this here?... It is probably best to go somewhere more private... This isn't really something that should be discussed in public and we need to move fast."
Flynn looked at Petro and nodded, "I'm fine with that," He thought about it a moment, "Also, could you tell him, Lucy?"

He smiled at Trex and clapped a hand on his back, "Thanks for the quick thinking. If you knew anything about Celestial Spirits you'd be my number two. But you don't so you are quite a ways down on that list," he was quiet a moment, "Would you mind going with Petro. I'm sure he is a very qualified person but with the people we've been dealing with... I don't want to take any chances..."

He laughed a little and turned to face the captain, "Thank you for being understanding and willing to compromise. My spirits mean the world to me and I don't want them falling into the wrong hands," he pressed his lips together into a thin line, "Well... I guess we should go and find out what it was that I did..."
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Zelia watched as the old man walked away. She pursed her lips, deep in thought, as Skye spoke. She smiled softly at the girl as she tried to climb out of the whole she had dug herself, "Don't worry about it... I get what you mean. You aren't used to the rules for Wizards... simple."

She crossed her arms, still looking at the retreating man, "Know what is bugging me? That guy was awfully mad about whatever Flynn did but refused to actual say what it was he has done... And I don't think it is just because we are his friends...."

She shook her head and squinted her eyes, "For such a... passionate man, that he would say more about the charges than he destroyed stuff... I'm not buying it. Fairy Tail destroys things on a regular basis and we are hardly ever arrested for it and it is not just because people don't tell anyone.... Something isn't right here."

Zelia looked at Skye, "You think so too, right?" She sighed, "Well, let's see if we can figure anything more out from the trial...."
Anastasia let out a sigh of relief, there would be no dancing. At least not for today, which was fine. She looked around the room from her seat next to her mother. Spotting Samsul, she smiled softly before continuing to look around. Melor whined and Ana looked down at him. She reached down and pet him and came to the conclusion that he was hungry. She looked around, surely there was an entrance to the kitchen... Maybe she could get him from food there. A servant ran over and looked at her, "May I help you?"

Anastasia looked up at him and nodded, "Please... Melor is getting hungry... Where can I take him to get some food?"

The servant was slightly surprised that she had not just asked him to take the dog, "The kitchens would be wise... Although, you might dirty your dress... Please allow me."

Ana nodded and the man picked up Melor before disappearing through a door that she assumed did lead to the kitchen. Soon more servants walked out, each carrying multiple plates for the guests. Anastasia sat to face forward again as the dinner portion of the feast began.
Nyima placed the cloth on counter and turned away from him. She heard the water shut off but ignored it. A moment later she heard the water escape the glass. She gasped as it splashed on her head and slid down her back. She laughed and looked at him as he proclaimed his victory. Grabbing the cloth again, she wiped off the spots on the plate and placed it in the cupboard. She looked at him as he walked away. She extracted the water from her shirt and held the ball between her hands. She walked around the island, "You forgot something."

She tossed the ball to him and as it neared him she lessened it control allowing it to explode like a balloon on him. She laughed again and crossed her arm, curious as to what he would do. She assumed he might just turn and walk back into his room. Remove his wet clothes and go to bed. But that seemed so boring. Them living together was getting mundane. She'd leave before him for work, she'd get back before, most nights, and make dinner, they'd eat, he'd clean, there may or may not be training and then they'd go to bed. They needed something fun. She still wasn't sure when she was going to manage to move out and she didn't want to start getting bored living with Rayn. She liked him, he was great. She found herself thinking some night that she might even have small crush on him. But she was seventeen and he was twenty two. She was just a little kid to him and it was highly unlikely that that would ever happen. So, more often than not, she pushed those thoughts out of her head. All the same, whether she liked him or not she didn't want to get sick of him and their boring existence.
Nyima shrugged, “That’s all I’ve really eaten for seventeen years. I mean… there were other things but not a lot. The North isn’t exactly the paradise of produce.”

She ate a forkful of her noodles and nodded her head, “But it is quite good. Just different, I guess.”

They finished off their meal and Rayn took both of their plates into the kitchen. She hopped to her feet and shook her head, “You clean when I cook… You helped cook, I’ll help clean. You wash, I’ll dry.”
She grabbed a cloth and smiled at him. She waited until he was done with the first dish and took it from him. She quickly wiped it down and put it away to save the extra step. They worked away until they were all the plates were washed. Before he could turn off the water, she ran her hand under it and splashed him with the water. She laughed a little took the last plate to dry.
Zenji looked up at the man as he spoke curtly, she bowed again, "Then I suppose it is a good thing I laughed," she smiled slightly, "With it being a joke... Although, if you continue to deliver your jokes such a serious manner I fear they are going to fly over all of our heads. It is better to assume you are serious than to assume it to be a joke."

She began to rub her hands as Masuto offered to go with her. She didn't get a word out before the girl was offering to do the same. She closed her eyes as the girl spoke, trying to keep herself calm. With the mention of recent events from the both of them, Zenji could already feel the sting in her eye. The girl was still talking, wanting to see the history, talking about the people and the benders. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. She smiled softly and, with a shaky hand, shook Mizuki's, "It... isn't a sight you will expect to see right now... I'm not sure if the police have managed to.... clear away the.... um... the... the bodies."

Zenji's knuckles turned white as she gripped her hands tightly together trying to keep her emotions in check. She took a ragged breath and looked between those who had gathered, "Excuse me a moment..." She slid passed Zhou and Mizuki and walked outside. She ignored the fact that her bright coloured hair was out of anyone to see and walked a small ways away from the door. She leaned against the wall and hugged herself. It was easier to breath out here, she could feel the wind and breath the fresh air. The house had gotten so stuffy all of the sudden. Zenji closed her eyes again, trying to calm down, if she couldn't hold herself together here, she wouldn't be able to on the island. She didn't need to have a mental breakdown in front of four people she hardly knew.
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Nyima smiled slightly when he made comment to her threat, "Just ensuring I don't get messed with."

She grinned when he gave in and nearly spat out the word fine. Her heart dropped slightly. Rayn was upset about something and she didn't know what. She did hate when that happened. She often missed cues with people who displayed their emotions openly, it took her sometime to figure out how much Matsen was crushing on her. Then with someone as closed off as Rayn, it was nearly impossible. They were close and most things she could tell, when he was happy, angry, sad, upset, but every once in a while there would be something that she just couldn't put her finger on. She looked at him and spoke softly, "Thank you..."

They arrived at Matsen's and she knocked lightly on the door. She allowed Rayn to explain their situation, keeping it simple and sweet. Her eyebrows knitted together when he said he needed to work in an hour. She ran a hand through her hair when he asked how she had been doing, "Fine... but we just trai-... Whatever, I've been wandering with Rayn most of the morning," she noticed the twitch at the corner of Matsen's mouth and smiled slightly, "We need you to tail that Airbender I was telling you about. The one with the blue hair that got away."

Matsen shook his head, "I'm sorry, Nyima... I have to work."

Nyima's eyebrows rose, "Mat, you work for your mom. I'm sure she'd be fine with you taking sometime off."

He shook his head, "She's gotten sick... She should be fine but... She's old and I don't want to risk anything. Besides, the shop needs to open and, without you anymore, I'm the only one to do that... Sorry... But there's that new guy, I hear he's pretty good... Um... Han."

Nyima nodded, "I've heard of him... Do you have any idea where he might be?"

"The guy likes his muscles... I'd check the gym," Matsen said with a shrug. Nyima nodded and took Rayn's hand pulling him away from the door, "Thanks Matsen."

"Ya... Uh... See ya, Nyima!" He called after the fleeting duo. Nyima dragged Rayn through the crowd. The gym was farther from the house that she was wanting to go. If they left without someone tailing them, that would mess up their plans. However, if this Han guy was the only person they were going to get to tail them, if they made it back it would be worth it. Reaching the gym, she looked around. She hadn't seen much of the new recruit. She didn't keep up with the whole fighting scene and had only seen him once or twice. When she recognized a man but couldn't put his face to his name, she took a leap of faith. She dropped Rayn's hand and walked over to him, "Han Li?"
Nyima smiled and nodded her head, "Seaweed and fish... That is all I ever taste..." She looked down at the found in front of her, "No fish here...."

She had eaten non-water tribe food before. When she was that Chan's the first night of her arrival. Although, she had hardly eaten that and wasn't exactly in the state of mind to appreciate it. Now that she was and the fact that she had been the one to make it, she felt as though there was a lot riding it. She figured the noodles were probably fine, as they were a simple recipe. She took one of the dumplings out of the broth and ate it. She contemplated the taste for a moment. She smiled, "Not seaweed, no fish."

She kept eating, the two of them keeping polite conversation. She watched him, slightly, as he ate, trying to figure out how he felt about the food, if he was enjoying it or not. Finally, not wanting to make guess work, she looked at him, "So... How it is?"
Nyima laughed at him and shook her head, "I'm not sure whether that is a good thing or not. Leaving you speechless could mean really good.... or not so great."

She added the oil to the noodles and vegetables, mixing them together. She glanced at him, "But since I'm the only girl I've known you to bring home and unless the women you date enjoy punching you, I'm going to guess that they are not so great."

She moved the noodles off of the heat and turned off the stove. She looked at the dumplings and decided to leave them in a little bit longer. She grabbed a couple bowls and plates, placing them on the counter. She served up the noodles onto one and then the other, "Have they found the next girl for you yet? I think seeing you go on some blind date would be an interesting experience."

Nyima finally scooped the dumplings into the two bowls and grabbed them. She looked at him, "Grab the plates and we can eat," she stopped and grabbed them cutlery before she walked over to the table and placed the bowls down. After laying out the utensils, she sat down and smiled at him, "Now, tell me if it tastes less Water Tribey..."
Boats aren't going to help with getting to the air temple/hideouts. Point made.
Anastasia looked to her mother as she came and took a seat at the table. She watched as people began to enter in their fine dress and suits. She grabbed her chair when Gerald came over and pulled it out for her. She smiled at him then took the seat next to her mother. Gerald pushed it in for her before disappearing to talk to his colleagues. She reached down and pet Melor, who was laying quietly by her seat, happy to be close to her. She looked at mother again and leaned closer to her, "Do these people know about... Well, about me? Should I talk to them... Or does that happen after the feast?"

She held her hands tightly together, to prevent herself from fidgeting. As much as her mother said she was to act as she wished, she wished to make a good impression. The fact that she knew little to nothing besides the miniscule things that Gerald told her when they were walking back to the Queen. She looked to the open floor space and then the band, "Is there going to be dancing? I don't know how to dance... At least not like you do here..."
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