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I still think its dumb compared to your normal 4y olds motor skills
back when i finished korra i had sequel in mind that picked up 20-30 yrs later
this was part of the prologue before i got bored and stopped
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Kuvira paced from one corner of her platinum prison to the next, listening to the gentle patter of her feet on the cold metal. Unbendable in any way, shape, or form, she was boxed in on all sides, unable to escape.
Since her removal from Ba Sing Se and her more loftier accommodations at Republic City, they had made the tough decision of placing her far out in Southern Waters away from any notable signs of civilization.
For fear of attempts on her life, of which a few had been thwarted, and to distill anyone of the notation that one day she would spark an uprising.
She still remembered leaving the docks, those once close to her watching her board the ship and sail away, chained in iron. The last she ever saw of them. For how long, she could not say, having lost track the numbers of days, the weeks, the months—years—since her captivity. All she knew, was that gray-white had been her world for quite some time, and would continue to be so, until she grew gray and white herself.
By then, what she had done, who she had been, whether she were remembered as the loyal follower or power craving usurper, all she was would fade into obscurity. Into the dark history of the world that parents would tell their children never to reiterate, but learn from and do better because of. What a leader would strive to set an example of, and what his people would judge him against, lest he fail and fall down a similar path. She was a mistake of the past, locked away. Tucked in some corner at the back of people's minds. Nothing more than a forgotten news article, buried beneath the pile.
Outside her prison, the guard shift changed, signifying that day had become night. There was a rap, a series of two quick knocks, and a slit opened, heated food pushed through on a tray. Sitting cross-legged, she placed the tray on her lap and ate. The guard on the other side sneezed, and she felt a draft coming in.
“Can you close that?” she asked after wiping her mouth with a provided cloth.
“Ah, sorry!” The slit slammed shut.
Finished with her food, she thought of him shivering in place, teeth chattering. “Can you open it again please?” When it was, she pushed the tray back out and waited for him to ask why she hadn't touched her cup. “Heat it up for yourself. You need something warm.”
To think this young guard was tasked with watching over her in the middle of Southern Waters, surrounded by glaciers, with nothing else to keep his attention but the stillness of the waves—she closed her eyes and leaned against the back wall of her prison. There was a burst of heat and she opened them again. The slit was open, the cup sitting there.
“You need it more than me,” he said, voice slipping through the slit.
She smirked. Such kindness. Taking the cup in her hands and drinking, its warmth traveled down to the deepest reaches of her heart. Placing it down, she waited for his hand to reach through and brushed his wrist, causing him to hastily snatch the cup and close the slit yet again. His hands were scarred.
“What's your name?” A silly question, as she already knew from listening to the back and forth between him and another guard. The smirk widened a fraction at his answer. Atsuko. Imagining his parents brainstorming ideas for a girl instead of what they'd actually gotten she chuckled—if only a little. They must have decided it not a deal breaker, and went with the chosen name anyway.
From the lack of response to her amusement, he must not have heard her, and she took the chance to ask more of him. His past. How his name first came about in the minds of his parents. Then, she realized, she was assuming that his parents were the ones who named him, and let her words fall short. Instead, she rephrased the question, “How did you get your name?”
There was a pause. “My... grandfather... gave it to me.” Grandparents. She didn't even have those. As for her own parents...
What might they have looked like? All she saw were artificial images, fabricated from bits and pieces of stories, shrouded by the neglect and the want. The washed out hope that, one day, she would have a chance to meet them. To meet them and ask why. One day. How many years had it been since her imprisonment? Atsuko would know.
“Four.”
Four. Four. It felt more like one or two. Mulling over this information, she thought to ask what the world was like now, how the Avatar and her friends were keeping the world together, how the Earth Kingdom was faring with her out of the picture, then reminded herself that whatever the world was now, it was surely better than caged in iron.
Lifting her eyes, she wanted to know.
And, Atsuko answered, “I don't know the details, but for the most part, it's peaceful. A couple of uprisings were started after yours, but none of them got that much off the ground.” When asked about the Earth Kingdom, he shrugged, saying he had no idea as he'd been in service to the Fire Lord and never cared for the affairs of other nations, until recently and, since his transfer, his only care was watching her. “Though, I have heard... rumors... of someone... creating a new weapon...” Varric was that came to her mind, “... and it can allow non-benders to use firebending with just their hands.”
“And does this new weapon have a name...? ”
“Fire-spitter."
"Is that official or did you just give it that?"
"M..."
"Hm? I can't hear you."
"It was mine..." She heard him shuffle his feet.
"Go on."
"It doesn't have an actual name yet, I don't think. I mean, I haven't heard anything about a name... So... what do you think?"
The smirk gentled out, into a genuine smile. "It's..." She liked his positivism.
"... cool?"
"Stupid."
Though, she could imagine a few who might still be following her story, digging through the heap to find the snippets. At least one of whom, would be, no matter what. Even through the hurt and the pain and regret of what role they could have played in part to how she turned out. Asking the important questions of what could they have done differently, how they could have averted it, and when they should have acted in doing so.
Bloody hell, my weeks keep getting worse.
noice,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwdg6uUJmK8
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was either this or yeah yeah yeahs, but more ppl here have probably heard them before, so
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daydream by lil leise is also pretty good: https://soundcloud.com/lilleisebutgo...leise-but-gold
Level to 8, gain proficiency in shitposting.
>Snow's said:
>Getting off 8chan would be a good first step, my dimension jumping ARG compadre.
I just use my own board there. While i know there are plenty of boards for all kinds of tastes, i'm just using the place as a blog host. Icould try finding a host somehwere else, but it'd have to be a free one, and i have no idea where i could go.
Besides, in spite of the way that post and thread structure has come to be regarded, that is, unruly babies slinging feces at each other with little to no actual conversation taking place, i must say i like the structure and especially the way logins are performed.
>mAc Chaos's said
>Level to 8, gain proficiency in shitposting.
I'm a born loser at that field. I might try playing around with formatting, though, lol.
Twicechan has logins? Wow, no wonder it's a shithole.
isnt login better
its happening,
https://i.imgur.com/vX5IkYn.png?1
Took longer than BlackHole-chan
indeed
jeanne d'arc / notre dame crossover when
"get down madam cathedral!"
Would that make the new cathedral Jeanne Alter?
Memes need to die
I was mostly joking about the supposed animosity the various -chans have for one another, I've never been to 8chan. But no, I'd say the accessibility and (relative, mind you; you can still get IP banned) uncurated anonymity are neccesary components of the imageboard culture. When there's no username, picture, or past history attached to a message, you can only evaluate it on its own merits. Of course, this system is terrible for anything where an 'expert opinion' might be needed, and any sort of "opinion thread" vulnerable to manipulation (which is why some boards on 4chan, like /b/ and /qst/, have unique identifiers attached to IPs, though they don't work all that well). But that's not what one visits an imageboard for. When nobody's around to police for "bad behaviour" and nobody can "downvote" someone to drown them out, that's where truly original ideas can come out. It also, oddly, fosters the sense of community despite the anonymity; when everyone's equally anonymous everyone's contributions weigh the same.
I guess my point is, I don't think a forum like Reddit could have made something like Katawa Shoujo. Oh sure, people from reddit could definitely get together and make a game (and probably have more than once) but it would never be "a game reddit made"; it would be "a game guys A through Z" made.
(If this reads both overtly wordy and incomprehensible, I just woke up, sorry).
It doesn't seem like she's doing anything particularly skillful, though. Here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ta7TV68ff3c
I mean, even Aang picked up and improved on Katara's waterbending trick in instants, so I just figured it was an example of an Avatar's natural talent.