Post by Teᴙa253 on Jan 10, 2009 14:59:36 GMT -7
more of our little prodigious bending buddies.
Malak's annoying in this chapter, I'm not going to lie. She's cool and all, but I really want to hit her--hard.
of course, she's not telling anyone, but she's in great pain throughout the whole chapter. and most of the time when someone is in pain they're more irritable than normal. the faceplant couldn't have helped.
so, chapter 43. enjoy more of Tera253's Order of the Avatar Slayer splurge.
CHAPTER 43: BACK TOGETHER AGAIN
It took Reyson and Maric a while to un-stick Malak from the wall. Luckily she had been trapped near the outskirts of the ruins, so running into more traps was not likely. Nonetheless, even with Maric’s waterbending force on Malak, it was slow to come off. Malak, who didn’t care how dirty and sticky she was, naturally refused to let him continue, as all it did was get her wet.
“So,” said Maric, “where to now? I mean maybe we should get Malak cleaned up and such...”
“I agree,” said Reyson, but Malak stopped dead in er tracks and crossed her arms stubbornly.
“Mm-mm,” she said flatly, shaking her head; “I’m not going to waste my time getting clean when I’m just gonna get dirty again.”
“Malak,” said Maric, “don’t be ridiculous,”
“Then why won’t you both stop trying to boss me around? I’m not a baby. I’m as old as you and only a couple years off of you”
She was referring to Maric for her first statement and Reyson for her second one, since Maric was only a few minutes older than she was and Reyson only a couple of years different.
“Malak,” said Maric, “stop this. If I was able to understand my mistake of joining The Order, then you can swallow a little bit of that stubborn pride of yours, girl.”
“I’M going back home,” said Malak, “considering that I’m tired and still have internal pains in my gut;”
“Well you might want to wash your clothes then,” said Maric chuckling, “as I heard that that stuff eventually will make them disintegrate.”
“Are you kidding me,” Malak exclaimed,
“Would I tell a lie about that to you, sis,” Maric said, chuckling, and Malak didn’t even answer, but she ran until she found a source of water, and began frantically trying to take it off of her. As she was frantically taking it off of her clothes, Reyson turned to Maric,
“Will that stuff really do that,” he asked,
“Nah,” Maric replied, “and I lie to her all the time. She shouldn’t have fallen for that, but hey, it gets her clean, and whatever works, right?”
“Just when I thought I’d be able to understand girls,” said Reyson, “one comes along that breaks all trends. She doesn’t care about looking pretty or impressing anyone. I like her attitude.”
“You do,” Maric exclaimed, laughing, “I can’t stand it. She’s too rebellious. It sort of gets annoying after a while.”
“I think I might have to agree,” Said Reyson, “I mean, about her internal damage. I think it’s much worse than she wants to admit. Look at how she’s staggering.”
“Guuhh,” Maric groaned, “Malak, you can be such an idiot sometimes. We all can, which is why I was the way I was before...”
Malak eventually finished, but naturally was soaking wet.
“Guess what,” said Maric, “I lied. I just wanted you to get that stuff off. I didn’t like the smell of it.”
“You WHAT,” Malak exclaimed, “You lied to me?”
“Of course I did,” Maric laughed, “we used to “lie” to each other all the time, remember? I never said I wasn’t lying, I just asked you if I would tell a lie about getting clean to you. The answer is aye,”
Malak though wasn’t finished.
“You, me, bending battle; right here, right now.” She snapped,
“Alright,” said Maric, and then he turned to Reyson, “stand back Reyson, these things *always* get ugly.”
“Alright,” said Reyson, standing back, though chuckling. He watched as the twins went at it. Maric was powerful and offensive, while Malak was swift and defensive. Reyson noticed that both twins were exceptionally good at what were called Dragmire Flips. They were named after their most famous user, Tenoko Dragmire (and as a result, they were also sometimes called Tenoko Flips).
A Dragmire Flip was an incredible series of handstands and spinning kick flips that brought up a unique waterbending style. Reyson noticed that they used their feet just as much as their hands when waterbending. Shards of ice and blasts of water were flying in every direction.
It seemed that Maric was doing most of the attacking, and Malak was blocking or dodging. She was exceptionally nimble, always light on her feet and never losing her balance. The second her feet hit the ground she had already started another flip, and so was corkscrewing and spiraling through the air at high speeds to avoid getting hit.
Maric usually intercepted her, but even when spiraling through the air, Malak would block his moves. Maric back-flipped into the air, spun around and began rapidly shooting projectiles of water at his sister, and her retaliation was a blast of water that she kicked out and retracted. It worked as a reflector, sending some of Maric’s attacks back at him. Maric intercepted some of these a 3rd time and sent them back at her. Neither one was able to hit the other. They really were waterbending prodigies.
Reyson meanwhile, felt like he was being left out of the fun. He flared up his hands and jumped between them.
“I hope you like the heat,” he warned, but the twins shut him up with blasts of water at him, knocking him aside—or so they thought. Reyson had quick reflexes and blasted himself into the air and over their attacks. Using the fire on his hands to keep himself in the air, he began spinning his legs around, shooting fireballs at the twins, who now seemed to have teamed up against Reyson, thinking they could take him down.
However, Reyson was not just a prodigy, but he was a son of the Fire Lord and Lady, and was thus a royal prodigy. He was able to use some of the skills that were harder to learn, such as lightning (though Alzar was the greatest firebender in the world, being on of the Legendary Four Benders.) and he was good at it.
Reyson seemed better than the both of them, for though he was not an expert at the Dragmire Flip, he had a roundhouse kick that could deal good damage when firebending was attached. It was this that knocked both Maric and Malak of guard. Malak blamed the bank, as she slipped and fell into the stream. Nonetheless, Reyson had them both at his mercy. He chuckled, looking at the fallen boy and his sopping wet sister.
“Game,” he said chuckling, and helped Maric up. Malak didn’t want him to help her, but she was stuck.
“Want me to leave you there,” he asked, laughing at how funny she looked trying to pull herself out,
“Aye,” Malak replied, but Reyson just laughed.
“Too bad,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up, “you need to realize that just because someone wants to help you that it doesn’t make you helpless. You’re going to hurt yourself, Malak.”
Malak didn’t say anything, but followed them grudgingly home.
“So,” said Reyson to Maric, “what made you change your mind about The Order of the Avatar Slayer?”
“The story of how our parents died,” Maric replied, “I had been told a lie. We were neutral, so buying that The Avatar Guard were the ones who attacked us was believable. We didn’t know who was who.”
“You mean it was because of that story,” Malak exclaimed, “you weren’t there to see it?”
“I actually ran, Malak,” Maric replied, “and that was why I survived unscathed while you were nearly killed.”
“And so that was what caused all the rifts between us,” she exclaimed, “that was it?”
“Aye,” said Maric, “and you know us. We’re opposites. When I would lie, you wouldn’t. The problem is, is that YOU never tell people anything. You could be dying and we wouldn’t know. Malak, you’re way too stubborn for your own good. If an outsider notices it (no offense, Reyson) even, then you know it’s too far.”
Malak sighed. “I just hate being treated like I’m made of glass,” she said, “because I’m not. I’m a waterbender, not a sculpture.”
“I know, Malak,” said Maric, “but telling you that you can’t do everything by yourself is not unreasonable. Everyone needs help, even the Avatar.”
“I thought you hated the avatar,” said Malak,
“You can’t be in The Order and not hate the avatar,” said Maric, “but those twisted days are over. I don’t hate the avatar anymore. Knowing what she did and my response to it...”
“Hey,” said Reyson, “bad things happen to good people. Why do you think the Fire Lord, the Earth King and the Water Chief were killed?”
The Dragmire twins remained silent the rest of the way back.
“Well,” said Reyson, “we’re back. Sorry about all of that, Malak. And Maric, just make yourself at home here.”
“Alright,” Maric replied. He seemed friendlier to Reyson than Malak did, but then again, Malak was sort of acting hostile towards everyone lately. Using this logic, Reyson assumed that it was because she was hurting. “When people are hurt they are less tolerant” Zeruda had told him, “usually they just need time to rest or time to recover.
“So yeah,” said Maric, stopping to talk to Reyson, “um, about me being part of The Order before this; surely Malak told you a little about it?”
“Aye,” Reyson replied, “and naturally they’re going to hunt you down like they do all traitors.”
“I know,” Maric replied, “but I don’t care. I want to be on the right side; the side with my sister. Aye, I’m through with The Order.”
“Well,” said Reyson, “you chose the right side to ‘desert’ to. You’ll find much more forgiveness on our side.”
“Thanks,” Maric replied, “oh, and sorry if my sister gave you any trouble”
“Not a problem,” Reyson replied, “and I’m sure Zeruda won’t mind either.”
Maric smiled. He was glad to be with his sister—Back Together Again.
~Azula~
Malak's annoying in this chapter, I'm not going to lie. She's cool and all, but I really want to hit her--hard.
of course, she's not telling anyone, but she's in great pain throughout the whole chapter. and most of the time when someone is in pain they're more irritable than normal. the faceplant couldn't have helped.
so, chapter 43. enjoy more of Tera253's Order of the Avatar Slayer splurge.
CHAPTER 43: BACK TOGETHER AGAIN
It took Reyson and Maric a while to un-stick Malak from the wall. Luckily she had been trapped near the outskirts of the ruins, so running into more traps was not likely. Nonetheless, even with Maric’s waterbending force on Malak, it was slow to come off. Malak, who didn’t care how dirty and sticky she was, naturally refused to let him continue, as all it did was get her wet.
“So,” said Maric, “where to now? I mean maybe we should get Malak cleaned up and such...”
“I agree,” said Reyson, but Malak stopped dead in er tracks and crossed her arms stubbornly.
“Mm-mm,” she said flatly, shaking her head; “I’m not going to waste my time getting clean when I’m just gonna get dirty again.”
“Malak,” said Maric, “don’t be ridiculous,”
“Then why won’t you both stop trying to boss me around? I’m not a baby. I’m as old as you and only a couple years off of you”
She was referring to Maric for her first statement and Reyson for her second one, since Maric was only a few minutes older than she was and Reyson only a couple of years different.
“Malak,” said Maric, “stop this. If I was able to understand my mistake of joining The Order, then you can swallow a little bit of that stubborn pride of yours, girl.”
“I’M going back home,” said Malak, “considering that I’m tired and still have internal pains in my gut;”
“Well you might want to wash your clothes then,” said Maric chuckling, “as I heard that that stuff eventually will make them disintegrate.”
“Are you kidding me,” Malak exclaimed,
“Would I tell a lie about that to you, sis,” Maric said, chuckling, and Malak didn’t even answer, but she ran until she found a source of water, and began frantically trying to take it off of her. As she was frantically taking it off of her clothes, Reyson turned to Maric,
“Will that stuff really do that,” he asked,
“Nah,” Maric replied, “and I lie to her all the time. She shouldn’t have fallen for that, but hey, it gets her clean, and whatever works, right?”
“Just when I thought I’d be able to understand girls,” said Reyson, “one comes along that breaks all trends. She doesn’t care about looking pretty or impressing anyone. I like her attitude.”
“You do,” Maric exclaimed, laughing, “I can’t stand it. She’s too rebellious. It sort of gets annoying after a while.”
“I think I might have to agree,” Said Reyson, “I mean, about her internal damage. I think it’s much worse than she wants to admit. Look at how she’s staggering.”
“Guuhh,” Maric groaned, “Malak, you can be such an idiot sometimes. We all can, which is why I was the way I was before...”
Malak eventually finished, but naturally was soaking wet.
“Guess what,” said Maric, “I lied. I just wanted you to get that stuff off. I didn’t like the smell of it.”
“You WHAT,” Malak exclaimed, “You lied to me?”
“Of course I did,” Maric laughed, “we used to “lie” to each other all the time, remember? I never said I wasn’t lying, I just asked you if I would tell a lie about getting clean to you. The answer is aye,”
Malak though wasn’t finished.
“You, me, bending battle; right here, right now.” She snapped,
“Alright,” said Maric, and then he turned to Reyson, “stand back Reyson, these things *always* get ugly.”
“Alright,” said Reyson, standing back, though chuckling. He watched as the twins went at it. Maric was powerful and offensive, while Malak was swift and defensive. Reyson noticed that both twins were exceptionally good at what were called Dragmire Flips. They were named after their most famous user, Tenoko Dragmire (and as a result, they were also sometimes called Tenoko Flips).
A Dragmire Flip was an incredible series of handstands and spinning kick flips that brought up a unique waterbending style. Reyson noticed that they used their feet just as much as their hands when waterbending. Shards of ice and blasts of water were flying in every direction.
It seemed that Maric was doing most of the attacking, and Malak was blocking or dodging. She was exceptionally nimble, always light on her feet and never losing her balance. The second her feet hit the ground she had already started another flip, and so was corkscrewing and spiraling through the air at high speeds to avoid getting hit.
Maric usually intercepted her, but even when spiraling through the air, Malak would block his moves. Maric back-flipped into the air, spun around and began rapidly shooting projectiles of water at his sister, and her retaliation was a blast of water that she kicked out and retracted. It worked as a reflector, sending some of Maric’s attacks back at him. Maric intercepted some of these a 3rd time and sent them back at her. Neither one was able to hit the other. They really were waterbending prodigies.
Reyson meanwhile, felt like he was being left out of the fun. He flared up his hands and jumped between them.
“I hope you like the heat,” he warned, but the twins shut him up with blasts of water at him, knocking him aside—or so they thought. Reyson had quick reflexes and blasted himself into the air and over their attacks. Using the fire on his hands to keep himself in the air, he began spinning his legs around, shooting fireballs at the twins, who now seemed to have teamed up against Reyson, thinking they could take him down.
However, Reyson was not just a prodigy, but he was a son of the Fire Lord and Lady, and was thus a royal prodigy. He was able to use some of the skills that were harder to learn, such as lightning (though Alzar was the greatest firebender in the world, being on of the Legendary Four Benders.) and he was good at it.
Reyson seemed better than the both of them, for though he was not an expert at the Dragmire Flip, he had a roundhouse kick that could deal good damage when firebending was attached. It was this that knocked both Maric and Malak of guard. Malak blamed the bank, as she slipped and fell into the stream. Nonetheless, Reyson had them both at his mercy. He chuckled, looking at the fallen boy and his sopping wet sister.
“Game,” he said chuckling, and helped Maric up. Malak didn’t want him to help her, but she was stuck.
“Want me to leave you there,” he asked, laughing at how funny she looked trying to pull herself out,
“Aye,” Malak replied, but Reyson just laughed.
“Too bad,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up, “you need to realize that just because someone wants to help you that it doesn’t make you helpless. You’re going to hurt yourself, Malak.”
Malak didn’t say anything, but followed them grudgingly home.
“So,” said Reyson to Maric, “what made you change your mind about The Order of the Avatar Slayer?”
“The story of how our parents died,” Maric replied, “I had been told a lie. We were neutral, so buying that The Avatar Guard were the ones who attacked us was believable. We didn’t know who was who.”
“You mean it was because of that story,” Malak exclaimed, “you weren’t there to see it?”
“I actually ran, Malak,” Maric replied, “and that was why I survived unscathed while you were nearly killed.”
“And so that was what caused all the rifts between us,” she exclaimed, “that was it?”
“Aye,” said Maric, “and you know us. We’re opposites. When I would lie, you wouldn’t. The problem is, is that YOU never tell people anything. You could be dying and we wouldn’t know. Malak, you’re way too stubborn for your own good. If an outsider notices it (no offense, Reyson) even, then you know it’s too far.”
Malak sighed. “I just hate being treated like I’m made of glass,” she said, “because I’m not. I’m a waterbender, not a sculpture.”
“I know, Malak,” said Maric, “but telling you that you can’t do everything by yourself is not unreasonable. Everyone needs help, even the Avatar.”
“I thought you hated the avatar,” said Malak,
“You can’t be in The Order and not hate the avatar,” said Maric, “but those twisted days are over. I don’t hate the avatar anymore. Knowing what she did and my response to it...”
“Hey,” said Reyson, “bad things happen to good people. Why do you think the Fire Lord, the Earth King and the Water Chief were killed?”
The Dragmire twins remained silent the rest of the way back.
“Well,” said Reyson, “we’re back. Sorry about all of that, Malak. And Maric, just make yourself at home here.”
“Alright,” Maric replied. He seemed friendlier to Reyson than Malak did, but then again, Malak was sort of acting hostile towards everyone lately. Using this logic, Reyson assumed that it was because she was hurting. “When people are hurt they are less tolerant” Zeruda had told him, “usually they just need time to rest or time to recover.
“So yeah,” said Maric, stopping to talk to Reyson, “um, about me being part of The Order before this; surely Malak told you a little about it?”
“Aye,” Reyson replied, “and naturally they’re going to hunt you down like they do all traitors.”
“I know,” Maric replied, “but I don’t care. I want to be on the right side; the side with my sister. Aye, I’m through with The Order.”
“Well,” said Reyson, “you chose the right side to ‘desert’ to. You’ll find much more forgiveness on our side.”
“Thanks,” Maric replied, “oh, and sorry if my sister gave you any trouble”
“Not a problem,” Reyson replied, “and I’m sure Zeruda won’t mind either.”
Maric smiled. He was glad to be with his sister—Back Together Again.
~Azula~
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