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« Reply #175 on: Jun 12, 2017 09:33 pm »

Unlike poor Zuzu, Azula had no problem with just waiting around for something to happen- provided, of course, that she knew something was indeed going to happen.

She was currently kneeling in the foyer of Grandfather's- Fire Lord Azulon's- suite, waiting for her appointment.

She was fairly certain a happening was about to go.

It had been a busy morning. By the time Father was up and ready to receive visitors, Azula had a full presentation (complete with visuals she could hang from a stand) on the various options they had for saving Zuko from himself. As Piandao changed the various maps and blueprints displayed on the stand, Azula had gone through each option for either trying to reach Zenmatsu Island by sunset or organizing some kind of assault using local forces (including itemized lists of costs). Being able to provide such thorough information to Father was its own reward.

And yet Father had chosen none of those options.

"You did an excellent job, Azula. You've obviously put much thought into this, and I'm proud of how hard you've worked to find a way to help your brother," he had said. But there was no pride his face, just a tightness she hated to see. "Yet I'm afraid that even the best of these options seem tenuous, and this Agni Kai isn't an isolated event. If we interfere with haste, we might be putting Zuko in even greater danger. As much as I ache to help him, we'll have to trust in his perseverance and prepare for what comes next."

Azula had wanted to ask, with a deadpan tone, if she should go ahead and assume she'd be an only child by tomorrow, but the look on Father's face had stopped her. He was plainly worried.

And Azula had failed to help.

But Father was strong, and so he had stood up and said, "We have to identify our enemies and break off their ability to influence events. And we need to bring Zuko back here as quickly as possible. That might bring us into conflict with Iroh's forces, so we need to prepare for that, as well. Piandao, we have much to discuss. Azula, you've been up for hours, forced to deal with this stressful situation without guidance, and I apologize for that. You should take a nap. You know you need the proper amount of sleep to stay healthy."

On the one hand, it was nice to have Father acknowledge the sacrifices she had made for Zuzu.

On the other hand, Azula had been dismissed while the grown-ups talked about important matters.

She needed to do something to help. She needed to prove to Father that she could be included. She needed to find a challenge that would force herself to grow as a person, princess, and destroyer.

So, naturally, she had gone straight to make an appointment to see the Fire Lord. And had waited. And waited. And waited. Grandfather was, presumably, a busy man.

The door at the far end of the foyer finally slid open, and Azula looked to find a man walking into the room, followed by the old women Li and Lo. The man wore servant robes, revealing only the skin of his face and hands, but even that much was all covered in blood-red writing. The tattoos were very fine, and Azula recognized on his cheeks a portion of the text of the Nawaphon Hnangsux- specifically, the passage about how all other elements bow to Fire, and even the bones of the earth can melt.

Ah. This would be Mutan of Lower Hu Sin, then.

A Weapon of the Fire Nation and Grandfather's personal advisors. Well, even if she was being screened, at least she was being taken seriously.

The old women kneeled down side-by-side across from Azula, while Mutan took a place standing at attention with his back to the far wall. The Weapon was acting as a guard, then. Azula glanced around the room, and spotted several decorative pieces- a statue here, a vase there, and so on- that could be made of stone, all potential ammunition for an Earthbender. Yes, she was indeed being taken seriously.

Li (or Lo) said, "Princess Azula."

Lo (or Li) said, "What brings you to the Fire Lord?"

Azula smiled. "Oh, I just wanted to talk about this matter with Zuko. It's obvious that Grandfather is behind drawing him into the Agni Kai, but honestly, all these complications are just making trouble for everyone. Wouldn't it be better to reach an accord so we can all get on with our lives?"

Li (or Lo) said, "What makes you think Fire Lord Azulon has anything to do with Zuko's duel?"

Lo (or Li) added, "The Prince has a history of burning in his own fuel."

Ah, a reference to the hilarious 'friendly-fire' incident that got Zuko his scar and ended Father's military career. These sycophants thought themselves so clever. "Please, don't insult me. I'm not here to argue or deliver some kind of formal legal charge. I just wanted to ask what we can do to resolve this without further difficulty. There's little gain in continuing to antagonize each other, especially with so many Weapons involved. Things could easily get out of hand."

Li and Lo didn't so much as glance at each other, but Azula was sure that the twins would be on the same page. One of them (the one on the left) said, "Prince Ozai was the first to make use of Weapons."

The one on the right continued, "He requested the service of Piandao when he resigned from the Fire Army. Checking his ambitions has led to escalation."

Azula snorted. "Please, you act like Father is planning treason." Why bother when Grandfather was so old that a stiff breeze would probably kill him? Considering Uncle's plan for the Avatar, perhaps it even would be a stiff breeze! "He just wants Zuko back, so that we can serve the Fire Nation as the Royal Family is supposed to, compared to traitors like Uncle Iroh."

Li (or Lo) leaned forward. "That is escalation, too. Assembling a stronger faction here in the Capital, using the son who Ozai burned and let be sent away?"

Lo (or Li) leaned back. "Since when does Prince Ozai care for his son? The Fire Lord thinks it a falsehood meant to lead him astray."

Azula concealed her surprise. She didn't know how to answer that. She couldn't explain how Father had changed his mind about Zuko- how Father had changed so much in general since the banishment. He became more verbal, more willing to offer praise for things other than achievement. He became interested in things besides strength and Firebending. And he decided that he wanted Zuko back, safe and welcome.

Or was it just part of Father's plans? According to Piandao, there were things going on that even Azula didn't know. Could-

Could Father's behavior be part of that?

Was he manipulating everyone?

Was he manipulating Azula?

Well, if he was, then he surely had a good reason. Perhaps she wasn't strong or clever enough. She would have to prove herself, or allow herself to be destroyed in the attempt.

It took a moment before Azula was confident enough to speak again. "Then perhaps what is needed here in the palace is some de-escalation. Surely, a path can be negotiated where Zuko can return and the Royal Family as a whole grows in strength."

Li and Lo both narrowed their eyes. The one on the right said, "The return of Zuko would come with a considerable price."

The one on the left added, "The Fire Lord is eager to learn what you have that will entice."

Azula shook her head. "I am not here to work out a deal just yet. But it is good to know that the Fire Lord is open to such-"


The sound of Father's voice jolted her spine like a fizzled attempt at Lightningbending. She froze and tensed, her combat instincts coming into play, but the heavy sound of Father's footsteps behind her cooled her Inner Fire.

Father's hands clamped around her right arm and dragged her out of the room.

He only let go when they were back out in the hall. Azula stumbled to her feet (she would meet the punishment that was sure to come with strength and obedience) and glanced around. There were the Crimson Guards in front of Grandfather's door, of course, and some servants moving around on business. She wished they would all go away.

The guards slid the doors to Grandfather's suite shut as Father whirled on her.

Azula forced herself not to cringe.

Then she saw Father's expression.

He wasn't mad.

He looked terrified.

He pulled her into a hug. "Are you all right? I came as soon as I learned where you were! What were you thinking?"

"I-" Azula blinked. Talking while being hugged felt strange. And she didn't like how the guards and servants could see this. She whispered, "You said we had to prepare for what is going to come next for Zuko. Negotiating an end to hostilities with Gra- Fire Lord Azulon struck me as the most efficient course of action."

Father leaned back so that she could see him smile. "You're such a good sister, trying to take care of Zuko like this, but you shouldn't have risked yourself." He lowered his voice and added, "Those old spider-snakes are monsters. I don't want you anywhere near them."


This was because Father was worried about her?

Did he think Azula so weak?!


Was there more going on than Azula was aware?

More than Father didn't want her to know?

Azula hated having these thoughts.

But she knew she wouldn't be able to serve Father properly until she managed to defeat her doubts. And, in the end, that was all she wanted: to be the best daughter in all of history. "Yes, Father. It will be as you say."

"Good." He finally let her out of the hug, but kept a hand on her back as he guided her back to his own suite in the palace. "I have some thoughts on how we can quickly get Zuko back here, once this business with the Agni Kai is done. I need your opinion on some aspects of the plan. Do you feel up to it?"

"Of course."

She always did everything that her father commanded.


Sometimes, it seemed to Mai like she was the one who always got stuck cleaning up after all the stupid people in her life.


She leaned against one of the columns that formed the colonnade circling Governor Hige's whole mansion, watching the small stream of people headed for the large courtyard at the rear of the grounds. It was there that, in about half an hour, Zuko and Gerel would have their Agni Kai. The sun was dipping towards the horizon, and Hige's guests- the other Outer Island governors and staff members and whoever else was currently freeloading- were trading whispers as they hurried to get a good seat.

At least they weren't smiling. The morons were smart enough to know that there wasn't going to be any good outcome to this particular Agni Kai. Even those who might immediately benefit from having either Zuko or Gerel shamed- or worse- could get rolled over in all the drama that was sure to follow.

Said drama could even include a civil war, just because this was the Fire Nation.

Finally, Mai spotted the person she was waiting for. It wasn't one of her friends, or even one of friend-adjacent allies who were part of this conspiracy of Prince Iroh's. No, those were all helping Zuko get ready in some form or another, right down to King Toph advising him that the key to winning a duel was to win, not lose. Mai had quietly excused herself from that, leaving it in Sokka's more or less capable hands to make sure Zuko was on time. And, yes, Mai was trusting Suki to manage things as well. She may not exactly like the Kyoshi rebel, but Suki was competent enough.

No, Mai was waiting for Heiyaoshi.

And Heiyaoshi was passing by, walking all by herself to the Agni Kai, none of the other Weapons in sight. Gerel, of course, would be preparing for the fight, and it seemed that Bangfei didn't feel the need to hang around with the others all the time. Smart of him.

Mai straightened, went over to fall into step with Heiyaoshi, and said, "If Zuko dies, I'm going to turn you into the world's tackiest pin-cushion."

"Tacky?" Heiyaoshi looked over with a frown. "Black is the sacred color of the Blademasters of Kilauea, the color of volcano glass. Volcanoes are what formed the islands of the whole Homeland. They are our ancestors, in a way."

Mai didn't feel the need to get into a theological argument about how elegant styling and a dash of color could enhance the impact of wearing black and that Heiyaoshi looked a walking ink stain. "I'm serious. Your life is on the line with this Agni Kai."

"And what exactly would that accomplish? There's no need to make this personal. I was just doing my duty as a Weapon of the Fire Nation. I am quite fond of Prince Zuko, but a weapon does not choose how a warrior chooses to use it."

"What makes you think this is personal?" Mai didn't even miss a step. "I am a Weapon, too, and everyone knows I don't care about anything."

Heiyaoshi actually smiled. "Then why warn me? If retaliation against me is your duty, then giving me notice will only make it harder for you. A Blademaster of Kilauea thrives on long-term planning."

Hm. Mai hadn't thought about that.

Her thoughts had been wrapped up in the danger Zuko was in and how she was supposed to feel about it. The whole situation made her angry, but she couldn't identify the reason. Sure, Zuko was a necessary part of this whole conspiracy they were running with Iroh, and Aang believed that it was their best shot at starting to fix the world.

But having that threatened shouldn't make Mai actively angry.

The obvious answer, of course, was that she cared for Zuko on some level. That's why she got started on this whole mess, after all, all the way back in the South Pole. But then she formed a real friendship with Aang and Sokka, and later Suki (kind of) and Katara and now maybe even King Toph. And her reunion with Zuko had been terrible, leaving her disappointed in him and angry at how he'd changed. She could work with him for this scheme as long as he wasn't being a jerk, but she knew that her old attachment to him- whatever it was- was gone.

So why was she angry?

Was caring about people not something you could turn off once you started, even if you didn't particularly want to be a part of their lives anymore?

Ugh, that would be the worst.

Of course, Mai wasn't about to share that with a woman who lied and killed for a living. "I'm telling you so that when you start looking over your shoulder every waking moment to see if I have a line-of-sight on you, your employers will be aware of just what a stupid mistake they made. And I'm telling you now on the off chance you can actually do something to stop this, as useless as you probably are. It's not like I had anything better to do."

"Ah. I hope that on some level I don't disappoint you."

Mai stopped, and let Heiyaoshi continue on to the courtyard. Stands had been erected for the audience to sit and observe, and the center of the space was staked off to form a field of battle. Zhao’s guards were stationed around the courtyard, although there weren’t a lot of them. Zhao was running low on soldiers after the attack of the Disciple of the Third Eye. Would Iroh send more as reinforcements?

Mai felt a wind whip at her clothes. She turned and found Aang coming in for a landing, his glider snapping back into a staff, just outside the colonnade.

He trotted over to her. "Was that Heiyaoshi? The Weapon who sent Zuko to Hira'a?"

Mai nodded.

Aang looked over at the makeshift arena, and then back at Mai. "How come you were talking with her?"

Mai shrugged. "Just preparing for the Agni Kai in my own way."

"Oh. Um, were you threatening her?" Aang actually blushed. "It's just that it seems like something you would do."

Mai felt an absurd urge to smile, but successfully denied it. She didn't want to antagonize Aang like that. "Yeah, I told her I'd kill her if Zuko dies. And yes, I was serious. I don't like when people go after my friends, or friend-adjacent allies. Knives are very good at hurting people back, and I'm very good at knives."

Aang looked back over at where Zuko would soon be fighting an Agni Kai. "I know not everyone thinks life is sacred- or, you know, sacred enough not to sometimes want to kill- but trying to hurt other people can hurt you, too. Look what Prince Zuko has gotten into."

Mai blinked. "But earlier you told him you understood why he had to do it."

"I do. But that doesn't mean I don't wish I could change the way he thinks. I just know I can't. But with you-" He turned to her with eyes that seemed to be softer than even his disarming usual. "I really don't want you to get hurt. And I know you can change if you really want to, even if it's hard and kind of messy."

Wow. Quite the commitment he was asking of her. Mai shrugged. "Well, we're on a path that's going to bring us against lots of different enemies. I have an aversion of getting hurt, myself, but I'd rather it be me getting hurt than my friends. And friend-adjacent allies."

Aang sighed. "Yeah. I understand that, too."

And Mai knew he did. "Come on, let's go give Zuko some last words of tiresome encouragement or whatever he thinks he wants from us."

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« Reply #176 on: Jun 12, 2017 09:34 pm »

Zuko kneeled on the northern end of the Agni Kai grounds and prepared himself for a fight. He breathed and focused on the feel of the setting sun on the bare skin of his back and arms. He let the silk bolt resting on his shoulders remind him of his status as a recognized Firebender warrior. He let his sister's words, the talk of strategy and strength she had imparted when training him to fight the Avatar, run through his head.

But mostly, he tried to avoid thinking about how worried his friends and allies had looked when they wished him luck and let him go to his battlefield. Suki could barely even talk, she was so clamped down with (presumably) fear.

But Zuko had to fight this duel. He had to avenge his mother's home village. He had to learn why Lady Gerel had been sent to make war on their Homeland, and who had ordered such a thing.

A gong was struck.

The duel had begun.

Zuko inhaled sharply and moved in a rising spin that brought him fully to his feet and gave him enough power and momentum to snap out a punch that blossomed with flame. It wasn't the most respectful or honorable way to begin a duel, but it was probably his only way to win.

He had a brief glimpse of his opponent before the fire consumed his line of sight, and she had only begun to turn to face him. He noted that her arms- surprisingly solid for such an old woman, but not for a Weapon of the Fire Nation- were still at her sides, and while she was wearing the typical female attire for an Agni Kai, she hadn't taken off her blindfold that blood-red cloth with the character 'Dragon' painted on it.

But for now Zuko could only see the fire, and he quickly slid to his right along the edge of the battlefield, hopeful that with flames between them, Gerel wouldn't be able to sense his body heat-

A fireball like a comet came out of nowhere to explode on the ground at his feet. Zuko jumped away from the riot of sound and light and heat, wondering if the fireball had been crafted to be louder and more explosive so that Gerel could keep track of it, or perhaps flush Zuko out of hiding-



The fire wasn't fading. Gerel must be maintaining it.

A second explosion came from Zuko's other side, filling his world with fire. It was intimidating, but it hadn't come close to hitting him, and although these fires were being maintained as well, he had little to fear from them. Yes, even a Firebender could be burned- his scar and missing eye were proof enough of that- but not if he worked to prevent it. A simple motion was all it would take to assume control of any flames that got too close, and then he could handle them without fear of injury-

-just like Gerel was doing now as she advanced through her screen of flames. Zuko ducked to execute a sweeping kick that would send his own fire at her feet in a bid to turn her approach-

-but Gerel breathed and the flames around him grew, cutting her off from his sight-

-and Zuko was forced to roll clear as the flames shifted, undulating and whipping around unpredictably. Zuko stood back up and raised his arms in preparation to defend himself from the growing flames, but then they suddenly drew back, only to pulse forward again in certain spots, and then those spots retreated back while others flared and the flares whipped around chaotically before dying to let other sources flow into the same space in the air-

The fire undulated around him, and Zuko felt like he was trapped in a bag while unseen enemies on all sides beat on it with fists and sticks. How could anyone be controlling this with any level of precision? It was too chaotic. His whole world was flames and already he could feel them searing the skin on his arms and shoulders and back and chest and-

Gerel burst out of the fire, twisting and ducking to avoid her own conflagration. Zuko quickly punched a fireball at her, but she twirled just enough to avoid it and continued in her approach, moving quickly despite having to avoid the twisting and lashing inferno-

The Avatar.

She was moving almost like the Avatar, quick on her feet and holding her body in a way that let her turn in an instant while still maintaining full control. It wasn't quite Aang's style; Gerel wasn't holding a solid stance, instead almost weaving like a drunk in a way that would have looked sloppy if not for the fact that every movement kept her just out of the dangerous reach of another flame.


She could see. Or something like it.

Zuko realized that she wasn't controlling the conflagration. She had unleashed the full fury and unpredictability of fire, and she was somehow seeing- or- or sensing each bit of the flames, and reacting to them.

He also realized just how in over his head he was here.

As Gerel approached, Zuko decided that his only hope was to end this as quickly as possible. He jumped at Gerel, summoning his Inner Fire to his left foot and snapping out a kick that would-

-Gerel leaned forward, catching his foot with her right hand even before he could build up any flame, and pushed with just enough force to make him land in a backwards stumble-

-a gout of flame lashed at his back, and Zuko couldn't stop himself from crying out-

-an open palm smacked against his head, spinning him around and he couldn't keep his balance and he felt a new heat covering his sweating body-

-flames stabbed at the skin of his bare feet-

-he screamed-

-he fell-

-fire all around him-

-had to find Gerel-

-didn't even know where he himself was on the battlefield-

-too bad he wasn't fighting her in the rain again-

-pain on his arm-

-another whip of fire-

-roll away-


-his hands were in the flames-

-he couldn't win-

-he couldn't survive-

-forfeit the match-

-too busy screaming to find the words-





-someone was screaming, "Enough!"

An explosion of cool air washed over Zuko, dampening his pain for a blissful moment, and he beheld a brief image of a blue glow that was at once searing and comforting, a glow in the shape of an arrow pointing down to two eyes narrowed in anger-

-and then everything went dark.

Aang couldn't not intervene. As soon as he saw Zuko disappear into that storm of flame, and heard the cries of anguish echoing across the courtyard, fear pierced his heart. It was fear for Zuko, yes, and also fear for what Mai would be forced to do if the prince didn't survive. The fear lanced deep enough to carve a path straight into the deepest parts of his self.

And in those deep parts, Aang’s past lives could be found.

It was Avatar Roku who screamed a denial of Zuko's suffering, and in that moment, Aang agreed completely. He didn't want to see anyone hurt, not Zuko or Mai or Sokka or Suki or anyone. Yes, he had struggled with hate for Zuko, when he thought Zuko's sister might have killed Appa, and he remembered all too vividly the ambush on Crescent Island. But even hate wasn't enough for Aang to want someone to get hurt.

He didn't need a plan or any fancy tricks. Roku provided the power, and all Aang had to do was slam his hands together and imagine the winds that used to blanket the Southern Air Temple. With the full force of the Avatars of the past behind it, the result was an explosion or air that knocked everyone in the courtyard to the ground and strangled the fire.

Then Aang leaped out over the battlefield, riding the winds to a landing right beside Zuko. The prince didn't move from the ground, and the skin of his bare torso was red and ragged and wet.

The sight shocked Aang straight out of the Avatar State, and he was left as just the last Airbender, the center of attention at a well-attended Fire Nation death-duel.

The whole courtyard was silent except for Zuko's ragged breathing.

Then Lady Gerel crawled forward, lowering her head into a kowtow. "I accept the Avatar's declaration of the Agni Kai's conclusion. I decline the opportunity to take further action against my challenger."

Aang blinked. That- that was convenient.

He heard footsteps behind him, and turned to see Suki running over to Zuko, leading a man and woman who were carrying bags of supplies. They kneeled around the fallen prince, and as they began to work, Aang realized they were healers. Maybe Zuko would be all right, and they'd avoided disaster and all kinds of bad things! Sure, it wasn't good for Zuko that he had lost, but-

"Is this what we're being asked to support?!" The call was loud and dripping with anger. Aang looked to the audience, and found one man- the governor of Hantaino Island, Aang remembered from the welcoming ceremony and introductions- standing. The old man looked around at the other spectators scattered and knocked down by the wind blast. "Even if we take the Avatar's action as legal, is this who we're to count on to save the Fire Nation? A boy who doesn't have the strength to control his power? A child who will fly into a- a glowing cursed rage whenever one of his friends is hurt?"

Aang shrugged. "Well, who doesn't want to help their friends?"

Apparently, a lot of Fire Nation big-shots, because the various governors, politicians, and important people all looked less than convinced as they untangled themselves from the stands.

One woman in some fancy clothes said, "He couldn't even protect Governor Hige, despite his power! At least we know the limits of the Fire Lord's strength."

Another voice added, "And the Fire Army is exploring those new metals for use in the colonies-"

"My esteemed countrymen," Lord Zhao interrupted, hurrying over from where he had been observing with the guards. He was still straightening his robes as his steady voice carried clearly over the courtyard. "I heartily encourage discussion about the opportunities available to you, but this is not the place. A glorious Agni Kai has been fought here, and as- ah, unorthodox as it may have ended, we should respect that. The governor's staff tells me that dinners will be available to be served in your rooms, soon, and it will be much more comfortable to meet in smaller, more orderly groups. Please, let us retire from this place with respect and decorum."

Aang heard some grumbling from the spectators, but it quickly faded and they all began leaving, filing out of the courtyard and into the colonnade that would lead them back to their rooms. He glanced back and saw that Zuko was being carried away on a stretcher, observed by Lady Gerel, but before Aang returned to his friends, he hurried over to Lord Zhao. "Um, thanks for that. It seemed like it was about to get ugly."

Zhao the Younger approached from behind Aang, and it seemed like he was sneering less than usual. "Yes, Father, that was well done. It seems that you're not completely compromised."

Lord Zhao's face was as expressionless as Mai's usually was. "I have my own ties, but I am still responsible for organizing this gathering, and I will not accept a riot on the field of an Agni Kai. Thank you both for your appreciation, but if I may be so bold as to offer a bit of insight, you have much more important things to worry about."

Commander Zhao nodded. "True. At this rate, we're going to have the leadership of the Fire Nation completely turn against us, and I'd say we're about a week out from the first assassination attempts from the governors. I dread the report I'm going to have to make to my commanding officer."

Aang knew that the younger Zhao was referring to Prince Iroh.

By saving Zuko, had he completely messed up his whole reason for coming to the Fire Nation? To the point that more people were now going to try to kill him and his friends?



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« Reply #177 on: Jun 14, 2017 06:28 am »


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« Reply #178 on: Jun 26, 2017 09:18 pm »

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"You seem stressed," Iroh says. "Here, have some tea."

The liquid in the cup glows with pale reflected light not unlike the glow of the moon, but it's not really moonlight. The forest all around this little clearing is luminous, the trees themselves glowing like ghosts beneath the stars.

Aang takes the cup, and can't help but smile. "You treat tea like it's the fix for everything."

"Perhaps I do." Iroh takes a sip from his own cup, and his eyes crinkle with amusement. "I will consider other paths when I finally encounter a difficulty that tea can't solve. I'm sure it will happen someday."

Aang wants to laugh, but his latest problems come to mind all too quickly. Instead, he tries the tea, and finds the flavor to have a touch of sweetness that is indeed soothing. "I just don't know what to do. Governor Hige is still unconscious. Last night, Sokka, Mai, and I put together a list of the people who might be friendliest to us, and I'm going to meet with them today to see if I can get them to help me, but everyone seemed really upset with the way I ended Zuko's Agni Kai. I'm scared that I won't be able to talk to them right."

Iroh nods. "The Fire Nation today is a land that puts more weight on action than words. That can be a good thing, but only when actions are interpreted properly. Without that understanding, it becomes a land that just reflects each person's own biases."

"So what can I do?" Aang finishes his tea.

"Well, young Avatar, we are unfortunately left with having to play by the rules of the game we have joined. Certainly, meet with your potential allies, and I hope you find the words that will bring them to your side. But if that doesn't work, then you must find the action that will provide what the rulers of the Fire Nation want to see, but also guide them to a new view of what we want to show them." Iroh sighs, and puts down his tea. "I know; that's not as specific as you would like. I will think on this, and we can talk again when one of finds the answer."

Aang bows his head, and Iroh bows back.

Around them, the light of the ghost-trees reach a new height of brightness-

Aang's eyes struggled open to find the sun shining down on him through a pair of windows. He tried to move, but he was constricted. Was he trapped? Had had gotten lost in the forest? Was he-

No, he had been dreaming. He was in his room in Governor Hige's mansion on Zenmatsu Island, and the sheets of the bed were twisted around him.

Or had he been dreaming? Had that been a real conversation with Prince Iroh in the Spirit World? Iroh said he could reach people through dreams, and it had been in a dream that he had passed on directions for finding Tyro and Haru's secret Earthbending village.

Aang had thought it was neat, when Iroh first revealed that, but now he just felt uncertain. He didn't really like the idea of getting visits in his dreams from uninvited guests. It made it really hard to keep track of what was real.

But it's not like it made much of a difference right now. Aang still had some tough work to do today, and even though he knew what he wanted, he had no idea how to get it.

But then, Air Nomads didn't let a thing like uncertainty stop them. He untangled himself from his sheets and hopped out of bed. The best way to start the day was with food and friends, and as bad as things were right now, he still had both of those right nearby.

Zhao found that running a security detail wasn't much different than captaining a ship. Yes, all of the duties were completely different, but the nature of the jobs were the same- there was always some little task that needed to be completed, he was responsible for everything even when he was asleep, and disaster was always just one whim of nature away.

Also, he understood maybe half the orders he was expected to execute.

Zhao was making his way through breakfast when one of the soldiers under his command- one of the marines assigned by Prince Admiral Iroh to his mission- came into the apartment in Governor Hige’s mansion that Zhao was using as an office. She said, "You wanted to see me, sir?"

Zhao nodded towards the shin-high cage that sat in the corner of the room, as well as the angry creature shuffling around inside of it. "Take that outside somewhere without letting the Avatar or any of his companions see you. Set the creature free, and make sure it doesn't follow you or come back here."

The soldier blinked. "Uh, sir?"

"These are part of a package of orders that came straight from Prince Iroh last night by wire." Zhao polished off the last of his sweet congee. "If necessary, I expect you to give your life to keep the Avatar's group from finding out that we had their lemur in a cage since an obscene hour of the morning."

The soldier bowed. "Sir!" She went over and took the cage by the handle built into the top, prompting the lemur bat-thing within to screech at her, and was soon off on her very important mission.

Zhao had no idea why he had been woken up last night to send some of his soldiers off into the city to buy that cage, or why they had to lure the lemur creature with bits of fruit and trap it while the Avatar slept. But the orders had come from Prince Iroh himself, and considering that they were in response to the report of Prince Zuko's near-disastrous Agni Kai, Zhao felt that it could have been worse.

And, at least, it was now over. Zhao set off to do the morning inspection, and then afterward he should probably make sure that the healer procured for Prince Zuko wasn't a disguised assassin. It would be a bit too humiliating for one of Zhao's most important charges to die because was he was overseeing the temporary capture of a child's pet.

At some point in the night, Zuko had lost his awareness of the pain.

It took him a long time to wake up, but as soon as he started to feel an inkling of awareness, he could not let himself succumb to sleep again. He had to know what was going on. He fought his way back to consciousness, slowly coming into new sensations- soothing coolness against his skin, a sharp but familiar odor, constricting cloths that kept him in place, a whispering whose meaning was just out of reach. At last, he opened his good eye, and looked around.

A man in the robes of a healer was leaning over Zuko, moving hands gripped around small candles over his Qi-lines and whispering a chant. They were in Zuko's room in Governor Hige's mansion. The healer met Zuko's gaze and paused in his chanting to say, "Do not disturb your bandages. I will change them and reapply the ointment later."

Ah, that explained the odor. Zuko was familiar with the Red Ointment used for burns and other injuries. It was made from different mixes of herbs, with the most prominent ingredients giving it a red color. Perhaps if Zuko had taken some more of it with him into his exile-

He nodded his agreement to stay still, and the healer returned to his quiet chanting.

But the exchange was apparently enough to disturb someone. There was a startled movement, and Zuko looked to find Suki waking up in a chair near his bed. Her eyes twitched to take in the scene before settling on Zuko. "Oh. How are you feeling?"

That’s when Zuko realized that he wasn’t wearing his eyepatch. He tensed at the thought of Suki seeing him like this, but then he remembered that she’d seen his empty socket before. It didn’t bother her, apparently. "I’m not hurting. What happened?"

"Avatar Aang saved you. He used his Avatar power to Airbend the flames away, and declared the Agni Kai to be over. Um, you lost, but Gerel submitted to Aang and let you live. So that's good!"

Zuko appreciated her effort, but let his eye drift closed. "I failed. Gerel will never reveal who sent her to Hira'a, now." He had no idea how else to pursue his mother's fate, or to unravel the mystery of why a Weapon of the Fire Nation would be sent to destroy a Spirit Forest. Why risk creating ashlands right here in the Fire Nation? "Well, nothing to do now but continue to help the Avatar. Maybe if I stay watchful, I'll catch something-"

Suki's expression twisted, and Zuko's voice died to let the quiet chanting of the healer fill the space. Something was wrong.

Finally, Suki said, "Aang is going to need help, once you're recovered. They said your burns should heal without scars if you keep them clean and use plenty of ointment, and in a few days you can-"

"What," Zuko interrupted, "is the problem with the Avatar?"

Suki winced. "Saving you- it kind of upset a lot of the Governors. Aang is going to try to meet with some of them today to see if they'll support him, but if things don't go well, he might have to leave the Fire Nation as an enemy."


So Zuko hadn't just failed at finding his mother. He had ruined Uncle's plans as well.

He could have let the mysteries about Mother go. He could have tried to handle it like Azula instead of declaring an Agni Kai.

But no, he couldn't. Not as he was. He knew himself that well, at least.

For once, Mai had gone into a meeting with a bunch of stuffy nobles and administrators with no fear whatsoever of being bored.

That was not the good thing she would have expected before getting caught up in Aang's life.

The others were already gathered when Mai and Aang arrived in the mansion’s dining room. A line of ten people in red silks kneeled in a row on the same side of the table, ages ranging throughout adulthood but all of them wearing an expression of disapproval that reminded Mai of her parents. She wondered briefly what Mother and Father would think of Aang, if they ever met him.

(They’d probably either sell him out to Azulon or else urge Mai to marry him, depending on whose side they were supporting at the moment.)

Sokka and King Toph had wanted to come along to this meeting, and Mai would have welcomed their practicality, but there was no helping it. Last night, Aang had sent a written request for a conference with the ten governors who he guessed would be the most receptive to Avatar-groveling, and the reply specified that he and his Weapon adviser were welcome to an audience. She supposed that no one wanted to tell a Weapon she wasn't welcome, but bringing along a pair of extra (foreign) advisers probably wouldn't be the best way to kick things off.

When she and Aang had taken their places kneeling on the opposite side of the table from their hoped-for allies, Governor Leiko (the lady who had brought frozen sugar treat delicacies for the big welcoming banquet the other night) began by sliding a piece of paper across to Aang. "These are the names of everyone challenging you to an Agni Kai, Avatar. These include governors, merchants, nobles, and several servants and bodyguard acting as proxies for masters who aren't Firebenders."

Mai, of course, kept her expression blank, but she did start calculating angles on various critical tendons for all of the ten governors on the opposite side of the table.

Aang just blinked. "Um, can you say that again?"

Leiko tapped a single finger on the sheet of paper. "This is actually the easy way of handling things, Avatar. My compatriots and I wanted to give you a fair chance to address our concerns, and what better than testing your attunement to the Great Element?"

Aang leaned back and scrunched his nose. "Um, I can think of all kinds of better ways than challenging me to death duels. Look, the reason I asked to meet with you is because I think we can talk this out. If I could just explain and get us all on the same side, then we could go to the other governors and maybe fix this before anyone gets too mad."

Mai had to suppress a wince. A few days of hanging out in the Fire Nation had apparently not made Aang into a master politician yet, given how he just went and announced his agenda. But then, he had been hanging out with Zuko and Toph, so of course his sense of subtlety would have atrophied. To be honest, Mai herself probably wouldn’t do any better. She'd just sound bored while being blunt, but at least she'd be self-aware about it.

Leiko actually smiled. "That's the hard way you're describing, Avatar, and you'd never convince everyone. But if you win Agni Kai matches against your challengers, then the truth and justness of your actions in Prince Zuko's favor will be unquestionable. And such a display would win you quite a bit of favor."

"But I'm not a Firebender!"

Mai said, "The Avatar means that while he definitely has the ability to Firebend, his training has only just begun and accepting an Agni Kai at this point would be an insult to the challenger."

Aang nodded. "Yeah, that."

Leiko dipped her head in an acknowledgement. "Then we seem to be at an impasse. Lady Gerel might have accepted your interference, but how can we see it as anything but disrespect for our culture? The Fire Nation admires strength, Avatar Aang, and not only did you stop a contest of strength meant to settle issues of honor, you did so on behalf of an ally who shown a considerable lack of strength so far."

Aang's frown reflected how Mai would have reacted, if she were in the habit of wearing her emotions on her face. He said, "But he finished that quest to find me and bring me to the Fire Nation."

"A point in his favor, yes." Leiko looked around at the other governors, and didn't speak again until she had gotten nods from each of them. "However, Prince Zuko was banished in the first place when his cowardice ruined his father's bid to conquer Ba Sing Se. While he was clever in bringing you to the Fire Nation without violence, it's still clearly not what the Fire Lord meant. And now losing this Agni Kai with such a poor showing-"

"Against," Mai interrupted, "a Weapon of the Fire Nation."

Leiko continued, "A show of strength is needed from your faction. The Fire Lord is strong, and he has no compunctions about projecting that strength."

Mai looked over at Aang, and found him staring at the paper with all the names of his challengers. His shoulders sagged, and she didn't miss the moisture accumulating at the corners of his eyes. He must have really thought he could fix this problem just by talking.

But then, he'd only been in the modern Fire Nation for a few days now.

Mai reached out and took the paper away from him. She noted that there were two columns of names. "There are too many challengers here to properly accept any offers. The Avatar needs time to review each name, decide which if any will offer an honorable opportunity to settle this issue, and then prioritize the matches he accepts. I suggest we end this meeting, and the Avatar will send further word when the time is appropriate."

Leiko gave a short bow. "That is reasonable. Thank you for hearing our words."

Mai bowed back. "Thank you for giving us the opportunity to listen." Jerk. She rose and pulled Aang along with her.

She had hoped he would stay quiet until they got back to their rooms, but they were barely out in the hall before he said, "I'm not really going to fight all those people, am I?"

"I don't know. I just said that to get us out of there without insulting those morons." She let go of his arm. "I'm your expert on Fire Nation culture, not a politician."

Aang actually perked up at that. "Maybe we can talk to Zuko about it! Princes are politicians, right? Maybe he'll know a way to get out of fighting. Just because he chose to get into a stupid fight doesn't mean he had to, right?"

Mai decided not to say anything. Let Zuko be the one to disappoint him.


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« Reply #179 on: Jun 26, 2017 09:21 pm »

It was a warm, gloomy, rainy day, and Katara loved it.

A bell clanged to signal a break in the work shift, and Katara closed the latch on the equipment box she had been restocking. Out here on the deck of the Fire Nation warship, light raindrops- so small that instead of falling they were driven sideways by a breeze- tickled the skin of her face and hands. She risked a brief look up at the sky, but there was no emptiness to worry her. A sprawl of gray clouds extended out in all directions, hiding even the position of the sun.

It was fairly light weather, out here on the ocean. Katara still hadn't experienced a true storm yet, but this kind of rain was welcome. Even working, she could practice feeling the water around her, letting her senses extend through her soaked clothes and out to the rain-filled air while she focused on whatever task was at hand. Master Pakku was still training her with the blindfold and the pool, as well as teaching her the Waterbending forms of the Northern Water Tribe, but Katara wasn't going to just rely on him. She wanted this for herself, and would pursue it with all her strength. She would bring the element of water into her heart.

For now, though, it was time to rest.

Katara passed back into the interior of the ship. Since getting out onto the open ocean, they had sailed north on a task for Prince Iroh. With no witnesses around, all of the Waterbenders were now allowed above decks during the day, and Katara had been happy to move to a day shift. Although the moon was a comforting source of power, she didn't want to have to rely on darkness. She wanted to build up the strength to face the bright sky of the day, and maybe go outside one day without a hat on.

Then she would have finally escaped from that cage on Crescent Island.

Plus, Ty Lee much preferred the day shifts, and Katara wanted to accommodate her friend.

Katara reached the stockroom that had been converted into their cabin and opened the door. "Hey, what did you bring to eat today?" Ty Lee was working in the ship's galley, and she had taken to bringing food back to their cabin that they could share while they talked and enjoyed a break from the otherwise all-male crew. Katara was hoping that today there was-

-there was-

-there was a young man standing in the cabin.

Ty Lee was standing next to him, and she whirled in a flutter of her Airbender nun robes to face Katara with wide eyes. "Oh, uh, hi! I didn't know the shift had ended. Um, I, uh, this isn't what it looks like!"

Katara frowned. "Really? Because it looks like you have a stowaway in our cabin who nearly got me killed once. Right, Jet?"

Jet- for it was indeed him- winced. "Your name is Katara, right? I really am sorry for that. If there was any other way to make sure the Avatar got safely off of Crescent Island, I wouldn't have-"

"Don't care," Katara interrupted. Apologies were nice and all, but she very clearly remembered how this guy had drawn swords and blocked her way onto the ship Sokka had brought to Crescent Island, preventing her and all of the other newly-freed Waterbenders from escaping the exploding volcano. Jet had declared that no one would be leaving until the Avatar was safely aboard the ship, and the fact that he had changed his mind when that Firebender girl had attacked and acted as rearguard for their escape didn't make up for the first impression.

At least, not for Katara.

Ty Lee, though, sighed with relief. "Oh, good. I thought you assumed he was my boyfriend or something."

"No, I recognize him."

"He's not my boyfriend, for the record."


"I don't even have a boyfriend."

"I figured."

"I'm not dating anyone."

"Ty Lee-" Katara stepped fully into the cabin and closed the door. "I want a real explanation for this. Please, tell me why Jet is here."

"Sure." Ty Lee smoothed out her robes and shrugged. "It's not much of a story. I noticed that some of the food supplies have been going missing, and I was afraid that it was some cute elephant-rats, and if someone saw them, they'd get tossed overboard or hurt or something. So I went looking the other day in the really deep parts of the ship, and I heard sounds that definitely weren't little feet skittering, so I-"

"So you found a stowaway," Katara cut in.


Jet gave a little laugh. "She gave me a good chase, but it made sense when I realized she's an Airbender." He turned a smile on Ty Lee. "Good thing you're just as kind to Earth Kingdom spies as you are to elephant-rats."

Ty Lee rolled her eyes but smiled. "See, Katara? He's working for that cute King Toph. She sent him to look out for us on our mission, since we don't really know all that much about this Master Pakku guy, so-"

"No, he isn't."

Ty Lee blinked and looked at Katara. "I thought we just met Master Pakku?"

Katara groaned. "I meant that Jet isn't working for King Toph. Well, he was, but she wouldn't have sent him like this in secret. We're probably in more danger with him here than if it was just us."

Jet stepped forward. "Katara, I-"

She snapped an arm out towards him, and all of the water soaked into her clothes and beaded on her hat jumped out into the air and flew towards him. It wasn't a lot of water, but it was enough to knock him back against the wall with the porthole, and as he slipped to the floor, Katara breathed and lowered her hand, freezing the water so that he would be wrapped in a band of ice. He could probably break through it, but it would delay him for a crucial moment if he tried to attack.

Katara put her hands on her hips and leaned over him. "My brother told me all about you. About how you pretended to be a friend, but you were secretly terrorizing Mai in a blue goblin mask. He told me how you were found out and thrown in a brig, but you broke out and killed your former friends so that you could control whether Aang got safely off of Crescent Island. I want to know the real reason you're here."

Ty Lee actually growled as she stepped over to stand beside Katara, glaring down at Jet the whole time. "You were mean to Mai, huh? I don't think I'm your friend anymore."

Katara nodded with satisfaction.

Jet shivered, but managed to put his smile back on. "Look, I won't deny that I've done some hard things. My homeland was conquered by the Fire Nation. Firebenders killed my parents. I've seen people oppressed and tortured and made into slaves. So yes, I've fought back as hard as I can. Your friend Mai was lying to the Avatar at the time, and I was briefed that she was tied with the Fire Nation's Royal Family. I was told that the Avatar might be the world's only hope, so I when I had to choice between hurting some good people or making sure that the last hope survived his mistakes, I made the practical decision. I don't feel good about everything I've done, but I never made those decisions without knowing what they really were."

Katara glanced over at Ty Lee. The other girl's gray eyes and white-gold robes revealed no clue about her Fire Nation origins. Katara had no desire to argue with Jet, not after having lived the last decade of her life in a Fire Nation cage, but she would never trust such an extremist. "None of that explains why you're here."

Jet nodded. "I didn't just come up with the idea of putting on a blue goblin mask. The same people who told me about Mai's background gave me that mask. I was part of a- well, it's basically an Earth Kingdom resistance. Or that's what I thought. The Blue Spirits are warriors who work for a group of wise men called the White Lotus. The master of the White Lotus is a powerful, sacred man. He sends orders to the Blue Spirits in dreams, directing us to preserve balance and save the world from the Fire Nation. He sent me to investigate a hidden village where fugitive Earthbenders were finding shelter, and while I was there he told me that the Avatar would be coming soon, and that I should protect him at all costs."

Katara's jaw was hanging open. Dreams? But from what Aang said, that was how Prince Iroh contacted him! So- so Prince Iroh was the leader of a secret, extremist resistance against the Fire Nation?

Jet continued, "When I was captured by Fire Princess Azula, the White Lotus sent help to rescue me. I was saved by a group of Waterbenders- the same Waterbenders who eventually showed up to help the Avatar at the Ba Sing Se ashland. I was assigned to work with King Toph at the time, but now I wonder if I wasn't just there to watch for the Avatar's arrival again."

Katara stepped back and crossed her arms. "And now what? Aang went to the Fire Nation."

"Yes. I was probably supposed to go with him, but I started taking sleep draughts every night after that Commander Zhao arrived with this whole crazy deal. I didn't want to risk dreaming. If Prince Iroh is the one in charge of the Waterbenders, and he meets with the Avatar in dreams, then he has to be the master of the White Lotus, right? All this time I've-" Jet's face grew tight. "I've been working for the Crown Prince of the Fire Nation."

Ty Lee's eyes went wide, and she started to say something, but Katara quickly held up a hand to stop her from speaking. If she knew Ty Lee, then the other girl was about to let slip something that would give her away as an old friend to the Fire Nation's Royal Family.

Once she was sure Ty Lee got the message, Katara moved her hands outward to melt the ice holding Jet in place, letting the water splash to the floor. "So you snuck aboard to find out what's really going on. Me and Ty Lee being here is a coincidence."

Jet nodded, sitting in his puddle. "Down in the brig, they have that guy who summoned the monster at the Ba Sing Se ashland. Long Feng is his name. Most of the crew doesn’t even know he's aboard. I don't like it when Fire Nation princes are keeping secrets. I want to find out what's going on. I want- I need to find out what I've really being working for all this time."

Long Feng was on this ship?! Master Pakku had to know about it, right? There was a Fire Nation captain and crew, but Pakku was the one getting orders from Iroh and acting in charge. Could the Fire Nation soldiers be hiding it from him? Was there a way Katara could find out? Her first instinct was to go ask Pakku directly-

No. There was no way that was a good idea.

"Okay," Katara said. She looked again at Ty Lee, and while those gray eyes were strong and supportive, they offered no answers. Katara took off her hat and threw it on the bed, and then turned once again to Jet and pointed at him. "I still don't trust you. You are to stay away from me and Ty Lee, or I'll throw you overboard myself. You don't come near us, you don't try to send or leave us messages. If you get caught by the rest of the crew, we'll say we don't know you. If you try to claim anything about us, I'll do whatever it takes to prove that we have nothing to do with you. Do you understand?"

The beginnings of a smile twisted the corner of Jet's lips. "But you're not going to stop me if I behave."

Katara sighed. "For what it's worth, Sokka believed that you really were trying to help Aang, in your own disgusting way. I won't tolerate anything Sokka wouldn't. But maybe you can be useful." She turned to Ty Lee. "Would you please help sneak him out of here? And pretend that elephant-rats really were eating that missing food?"

Ty Lee nodded. "I'm with you."

"Good. Thanks." And they would definitely be speaking more about this later, once they were alone and had the time.

Katara just hoped she was doing the right thing.

It seemed that Sokka and Aang and Mai and all the others needed her sooner than she'd expected.


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« Reply #180 on: Jun 26, 2017 09:22 pm »

Aang walked into Zuko's room and gave his biggest smile. "You're looking pretty good! Aside from all the burn marks, I mean. But they'll probably heal cleanly, so that's fine." Then he remembered the scar on Zuko's face and the missing eye. "Uh, I mean-"

Mai saved him once again by holding a hand out in front of his face. "Aang means that it's nice to see you not dead. And I suppose I agree."

Suki, sitting over by Zuko's bed, groaned. "Don't you ever just relax and act human?"

Aang tensed, afraid that an argument was about to break out, but Mai just said, "This is me relaxed and acting human. I'm pretending when I smile and speak politely."

Suki sighed.

Zuko, lying down with some pillows behind his back to prop him up, made a dismissive gesture. "Well, uh, I'm glad you both came."

"Great!" Aang skipped over to Zuko's bed. "Are you comfortable? Are they giving you good medicine?"

Zuko nodded. "This ointment they're putting on me is very good for burns. It takes away the pain and promotes healing. The bandages just need to be changed a few times a day to prevent infection." He reached his hand up towards his face- towards his eyepatch- but then shook his head and let his hand fall again. "I'm being treated well. And I owe my survival to you, Avatar."

Aang smiled. "Thanks, but we don't know that Lady Gerel really would have killed you. I just didn't want to see you getting hurt."

Zuko pushed himself up so that he his face was level with Aang's. "No, Avatar. Gerel unleashed great power, and there was a good chance I would have been too injured to recover before she even realized it. My life was in real danger, and it was your assistance that ensured my survival." Aang was about to try to brush it off again, but Zuko continued, "After our past conflicts and what I've cost you, that you acted against your own best interests to save me is a great gift. You have an honor worthy of respect, and I regret even more now the way I tried to treat you."

Aang had to break Zuko's gaze, and he twiddled his fingers together out of a need to move around in some way. Zuko's words were really nice, but Aang didn't think they were true. Yeah, he didn't want Zuko to get hurt, but there had been that confrontation he witnessed between Mai and Heiyaoshi, where Mai threatened to kill the other Weapon if Zuko died. And there was Zuko's part in Prince Iroh's plan to set the Fire Nation on the right path. Aang didn't think his own motives could be very pure with all those other concerns in his mind, especially when it was the fear for Mai that had pushed him into the Avatar state.

All he could say was, "That's too much."

Once again, Mai came to his help, stepping over and dropping herself into a free chair. "If anyone wants to return the favor, Aang has officially been handed his own Agni Kais. Everyone offended by his jumping in has issued a challenge."

Zuko blinked. "They can't do that! All those matches for the same offence? That's not right!"

Mai nodded. "But there's no one who was technically in charge of your Agni Kai, so it's a free-for-all. Gerel isn't making a challenge, so she can't represent everyone's problems. This is Governor Hige's mansion and so he owns the Agni Kai grounds, but he's been out of it since the Disciple of the Third Eye tried to blow us up. Lord Zhao is in charge now, I guess, but he's staying out of things. So there's nothing stopping everyone from stepping all over each other to challenge Aang."

That was interesting. Aang rubbed a hand over his scalp as he thought. "So could we get a magistrate or someone to sort everything out?"

Zuko leaned back into his pillows again. "Probably. But then you'd still have to fight at least one Agni Kai, and all of your challengers would get to pick a representative. What if they pick a Master? Gerel probably wouldn't do it, but she's far from the only dangerous Firebender out there."

Mai nodded. "It's classier than I expected of everyone. It's still an assassination attempt, but it's a very neat and legal one. I guess some of them really do like Aang."

Suki snorted. "I'd ask if you're joking, but if Zuko's sister is what these people aspire to be, then I can believe it."

Aang couldn't help but shudder at the thought of the Blue Fire Girl who had thrown lightning at Appa. "With my luck, they might even pick her to fight me."

There was real pain in Zuko's voice as he said, "And she might do it, too. No, we need to find another way around this problem. I'll have to think about it. I don't- I'm not really good with politics like this."

So much for Zuko being a trained politician. Despite all the trouble, Aang couldn't help but smile. "It's almost like we're a bunch of kids in way over heads."

Zuko grimaced. "I'm almost eighteen! I've been of age for a year now!"

Suki smirked. "On Kyoshi Island, we come of age at sixteen. So I might not be quite seventeen yet, but we’ve been adults for the same amount of time. We’re contemporaries."

"Ah," Mai drawled, "the fascinating complexities of international cultures. I don't suppose Aang being a kid will help us with the Agni Kai situation?"

Zuko shook his head.

Mai stood up from her chair. "Well, then, I'm bored. I'll see you all later."

Aang shuffled over to block her path. "You're not upset because you and I are the only kids here, right?"

Mai regarded him with narrowed eyes. "Who says I'm a kid? I don't recall telling you my Dawning Day." Then she brushed past Aang and left.


Mai could be seventeen?

He turned back to Zuko and bowed. "Um, I should go with her. I'm glad you're doing okay. Get better soon!" Then he dashed out after Mai.

She was waiting for him out in the hall, leaning against the wall. "Don't worry, I wasn't leaving you."

"Oh, good." Aang straightened his clothes and did his best to look like he hadn't just been running. "I mean, I knew that."

"I was just teasing you, you know."

"Of course." Aang wasn't sure if that meant she was kidding about being of age, and wasn't sure he wanted to ask. He still wasn't quite thirteen yet, and Air Nomads didn't draw a clear line between childhood and adulthood like the other nations did. Age wasn't as important as earning arrow tattoos, or securing the chance to lead a Reflection Gathering, or having a sky bison partner becoming a parent. Aang had his tattoos, but those other opportunities had been lost with all the other Airbenders. Maybe he could adopt a home and come of age in that culture. He liked the sound of Kyoshi Island making people adults at sixteen-

No, wait, first he had to get through this Agni Kai business. Then he could think about how to twist laws to his benefit in other ways.

Mai poked him. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I just- there's a lot of things that I need to think about."

Mai stared at him as she ran a hand through her hair. "Don't they say that the best way to come up with new ideas is to get your mind off of them for a while?"

"Do they? Monk Gyatso liked to take breaks." Aang frowned as he thought back to how Monk Tashi got mad at Gyatso over a little thing like letting Aang play some Pai Sho after finishing his practice, and High Monk Pasaang even wanted to send Aang away to the Eastern Air Temple over it. "But the other Elders didn't really like that."

"Well, I don't know, I think I just heard it somewhere. Either way, I'm saying we're taking a break right now. I'm going to show you how Ty Lee and I used to have fun when all everyone wanted to talk about was death duels and the fate the world."

Aang blinked. "Those are common topics in the Fire Nation?"

"I don't know." Mai grabbed him and began walking. Aang let himself be pulled along through the mansion hallways. "I didn't really do much listening. Do you want to go have fun before dealing with all this stupidity or not?"

Aang grinned. Yes, he did.

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« Reply #181 on: Jun 26, 2017 09:22 pm »

Mai clamped her legs on the edge of the roof, and stretched backwards so that she was dangling upside-down above the street vendor. Had her hair not been contained in a bandana, it would have been spilling all over the man. While he stirred one of his heated pots, she grabbed several pouches of fire flakes and threw them one at a time up onto the rooftop above her. She did this without sound, the vendor unaware of her presence.

He turned and leaned to work the billow on the cooking fire contained beneath his little stove-stall, and while he was out of sight, Mai grabbed three sticks of sugared fried-dough balls, holding them between the fingers of her left hand. With her right, she reached up past her tied-off shirt to her belt to get enough coins to pay for the stolen food. Before she could quite get them, she heard the vendor moving again, and quickly did an abdomen-crunch to lift herself above his rising head.

Come on-

Come on-

The vendor turned his head and called out to someone, raising his hand in greeting, and Mai took the opportunity to grab the coins. She dropped them into the man's raised hand, and before he could get over his surprise, she pulled herself back up and climbed out of sight onto the rooftop.


She still had the touch.

Standing in front of her on the rooftop, Aang was looking at her with a mix of awe and horror. Like her, ee was dressed incognito as a peasant of Inawaka, his bald head covered with a bandana, but his shining eyes were all Airbender. "And why couldn't you have just climbed down and bought the food the old-fashioned way?"

Mai handed Aang the sticks of fried-dough balls, and then recovered her bags of fire flakes from where she had thrown them. "Because when I did this with Ty Lee, we didn't bother paying. The whole fun of it was the stealing. But you don't like that-"

Aang frowned. "That guy works hard to make and sell that food!"

"And thus my interesting way of making a purchase." Mai got back to her feet, opening one of the fire flake bags, and she had to resist the urge to dust herself off. There would be no point in these clothes, a simple set of pants with worn knees and a short shirt that had seen better days. She had bought the clothes from a servant girl working in Governor Hige's mansion, since she and Aang could hardly go have some real fun down in the harbor city if they were worried about looking nice.

She did take a moment to take off her bandana, though, and let her hair fall loose down her back.

Mai and Aang walked along the rooftops as they ate their snacks. This was what she and Ty Lee had done as kids when they absolutely had to get away from their homes. Up on the rooftops, they had been invisible, separate from everyone else in the Caldera. They had felt that way anyway, Ty Lee with her identical sisters and Mai with the parents who wished she'd been born mute, so bringing the feeling to life was a nice escape. And, of course, if they didn't have a taste for a bit of mischief, they never would have become friends with Azula.

"Hey," Aang said through a mouth full of sugared dough ball, "what's that?"

Mai turned to look down at the street, and found people gathering at a corner. There was some display going on at the center of the crowd, three people in masks and bright clothes moving around-


One of the masked people called out over the buzz of the crowd in a high voice, "The only escape from my realm is a demonstration of skill!" The performer then swished her robe around to evoke the movement of smoke, a clear sign that she was meant to be a ghostly spirit.

One of the other tree performers pointed at her. He wore the mask of a wolf. "Very well! Take on the form of a body, that I might chop it up and feed it to the birds!"

The crowd gave a little cheer at the promise of bloody violence.

Mai threw a glance at Aang. "It's a Spirit Play. A little supernatural drama for the masses."

"No," the Ghost Woman said once the applause died down. "I will not let you sully my form with the wretched steel you stole from the humans! You have brought a friend into my realm, and he will be your undoing. Demonstrate your skill with an Agni Budokai!"

The crowd gave a collective call of, "Oooh."

"No," the Wolf Man groaned. "I will not draw steel against my beloved friend!"

"Don't worry," the friend said. He was wearing a mask that looked like some kind of rodent. "I trust your skill! Let us Agni Budokai!" Then he stuck his thumb in his mouth and made a loud sound like a sky bison breaking wind.

The crowd laughed. Bodily functions were always a popular form of entertainment.

The laughter rose as the two masked men began stabbing at each other with fake swords, the metallic paint on the wooden blades glinting dully in the sunlight. The Rodent Man dodged his companion's blade with exaggerated contortions, but when he stabbed back, the Wolf Man evaded the thrusts with something approaching real skill.

It was an ugly, unprofessional attempt at depicting an Agni Budokai, but this was a Spirit Play on the street, not the Solstice Feature of the Ember Island Players. Ash, even the Players' Late Summer Farce always had better fight choreography.

And even though this was just a Spirit Play, Mai was a bit offended. After what she went through with Ty Lee-

But before the Agni Budokai could reach its conclusion, there was a piercing whistle, and Mai saw a pair of Home Guard soldiers pushing their way through the crowd. The woman in the lead called out, "Let us pass! This is illegal superstition! You're under arrest!"

The crowd began dispersing and the guards picked up their pace, but the actors used the new gaps between the people to make their escape. With a skill that belied their early display, they flipped and jumped and twisted around the fleeing members of their former audience, moving quickly down the street and shedding their cheap costumes.

They might have even made their escape if another pair of Home Guard soldiers weren't coming from the opposite direction to cut them off.

Oh well.

But next to Mai, Aang gasped. "They're going to get caught!"

This again? Saving Zuko yesterday wasn't enough?

But no, it wouldn't be for Aang. He wanted to save everyone, even if it put him in danger.

And while Mai knew she couldn't stop it, she did have it entirely in her power to really mess up anyone who tried to hurt Aang. "Come on." She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the edge of the rooftop. "Kick up some dust to cover me." Still holding onto him, she jumped, and he floated them both down to the ground on a cushion of wind. She let go of his hand and threw herself into the crowd right at the point where the new soldiers were about to tackle the fleeing actors.

Then the winds picked up, and a wave of the dirt and dust and filth that had accumulated on the street across the ages swept over the scene. Mai had just enough time to get a fix on everyone's position before everything was lost in a miniature sandstorm.

She closed her eyes and got to work.

A shove here.

A jab there.

Grab the ankle-

Whoops, she got a handful of foot instead-

Eh, same difference-

Lift and flip-

Duck for a sweeping kick.

And then run like her lovely long hair was on fire.

When the dust settled, the actors were gone and the two soldiers were lying in the street groaning. No one seemed to be taking any notice of Mai, so she began walking along like she hadn't just assaulted members of the Home Guard, and retrieved her last bag of fire flakes from her belt.

She just took her first bite as Aang stepped out of the crowd to walk at her side. "So," he said, "that was fun."

Mai shrugged, but didn't disagree.

"Hey, what's an Agni Budokai? It sounds like an Agni Kai."

Mai couldn't help but think back several years, to black clothes and pounding drums and the smell of fire on steel and Ty Lee's body contorting around her. She popped a few fire flakes into her mouth to distract herself. "They're kind of similar. An Agni Budokai is a- a sort of demonstration."

Aang nodded. "The play used it as a demonstration of skill. They were using swords."

Mai rolled her eyes. "That was junk. A proper Agni Budokai is done with weapons that are on fire. The blades are doused in oil and lit."

Aang's eyes grew wide. "And people have a fight like that?"

"No." She felt her heart speed up at the thought. She had pretended, at the time, not to be concerned, but- "It's not a fight. It's a demonstration. The whole point is to not hurt your partner."

"Ohhhh. So those guys were stabbing at each other and missing on purpose. Um, besides them just acting, I mean."

"Exactly. In a proper Agni Budokai, there's a drummer who calls the movements. Depending on the exact kind of drumming, each participant has to strike in a certain way. A call for a stab, for example, or a diagonal slice. It gets pretty complex. You have to do the strike properly, at the same time your partner does their strike properly, and you can't touch each other with the flaming blades. It gets- it gets pretty close. There are always burns, but as long as there are no cuts, the participants pass."

"Wow. How fast does the drumming go?"

Mai popped the last of her fire flakes into her mouth, and then raised her fists and mimed beating at something fast enough to make her fists into blurs.

"Huh," was all Aang could say to that.

Mai wasn't in the habit of revealing things she didn't need to. She certainly didn't like talking about things that actually scared her. But this was Aang. "I- uh, I was fourteen when I completed an Agni Budokai with Ty Lee."

Aang stopped short in the street. "You what?"

Mai stopped as well. Aang didn't seem inclined to get moving again, so she tossed her empty fire flakes bag to the ground and leaned against the building beside them. "I did an Agni Budokai with Ty Lee. She wanted to complete one for her thirteenth birthday. She was- well, it was a family drama thing for her. She thought we were good enough to do it, so she begged me to help her. It took a lot of practice, but we managed it. Did it in front of all the guests at her sisters' birthday party. I think that's when Bangfei fell in lust with her."

Aang smiled. "Heh. That must have been amazing. But why? You said family drama, but- well, what did it really accomplish? People had to know you were already really good."

Mai snorted. "Oh, they did. But completing the Agni Budokai was what got us made into Weapons of the Fire Nation. Even though we were thirteen and fourteen, we proved we were adult enough to become soldiers. It's like what Zuko said about an Agni Kai, yesterday. People make a big deal about fire being involved. It's how warriors who aren't Firebenders can prove that they embody the spirit of fire or whatever. Ty Lee and I got in there, risked our lives and each other, and managed not to hurt each other. The whole point is to do it with a friend, like in the play, to show what you're willing to risk. And then you show that you're strong enough that it doesn't matter. In other words, anyone who does an Agni Budokai is a jerk, but a jerk who has to be taken seriously."

Aang didn't say anything. His gaze was unfocused, and he didn't seem to be listening.

Mai poked his face. "What is it?"

He blinked, and his gaze focused on her. "What if- what if I did an Agni Budokai? Would that show everyone that they don't have to fight me in an Agni Kai?"

Mai nearly fell over.


Do a performance with flaming weapons where he and a partner all but tried to kill each other? She couldn't picture it. Hadn't she just said this was a thing jerks did? Mai herself was awful enough to risk stabbing Ty Lee, and she had taken a certain perverse pleasure in imagining her parents' reaction if Ty Lee maimed or killed her. Even Ty Lee had a mean streak, using the whole thing to stand out from her sisters and dragging Mai into what amounted to a temper tantrum.

Aang wasn't like that.

And now he was turning his pleading eyes on her.

No, he wasn't a jerk. But he'd risk himself to keep people from getting hurt. If doing this would mean he didn't have to fight an Agni Kai or mess up Prince Iroh's plan-

But he'd be risking someone else, too. And that's when she understood.

Mai kept her face blank. "You think that since I did one, I can do it again."

Aang blinked. "Couldn't you?"

"Of course I can. I was only fourteen at the time. I'm twice as good now." She leaned down so that their noses were almost touching. "You're a good martial artist, Aang, but do you think it's enough to be in the right place when I throw a knife?"

He nodded.

She held onto his gaze without blinking. "And can you swing a burning staff precisely enough to warm my face without cracking my skull?"

He jumped backwards.

He was right. An Agni Budokai would solve their problem. But that was only if they did it right, and did it successfully.

She straightened to her full height. "If you want to do this, I'll help you. We'll need time to practice, but they'll give it to us. If you want to do this, I promise you'll get my very best."

Aang breathed in.

Aang breathed out.

He said, "Do you think I can do it?"

If she said no, this would be the end of it.

But she couldn't lie to him on something this important, not again, not after Crescent Island. "Yeah. Of course you can."

He gave a single, slow nod. "Then I think we're going to do an Agni Budokai together."

Ash. "Well, have fun while you can today. This is going to take lots of learning and practice, if we don't want to get hurt. And if we succeed, we’re going to impress a lot of people. By the time we're done, you're going to be a real man, Avatar Aang."

He blushed.

Better to make a joke of it while they had the chance.

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« Reply #182 on: Jul 10, 2017 09:33 pm »

Fire Dance

Aang hung from his glider and looked down at the courtyard below, his robes flapping in the wind. The various guests of the comatose Governor Hige were gathering at the rear of the mansion, in the same space where Zuko had fought his Agni Kai against Lady Gerel days ago.

Aang spotted Governor Leiko, spokeswoman for the faction that claimed to be on his side, even though their idea of helping him was challenging him to a hundred (more or less) Agni Kai matches. Lord Zhao was also there, talking with his son Commander Zhao, probably trying to ask what this was about so that he could sell the information to his mysterious friends. But the younger Zhao didn't know; Aang had just told him that this gathering would solve their Agni Kai problem and would it be too much trouble to provide security and not betray anyone?

He spotted his friends, standing in a formation at the far side of the courtyard. King Toph and Mai were standing tall like the nobility they were (or claimed to be), while Sokka lurked next to them with Momo on his shoulders. Zuko was still recovering from his Agni Kai inside, Suki acting as his bodyguard.

From this high, Aang only had to shift his gaze to see the center of the mansion, where Appa was resting in the atrium between their guest rooms. Appa lowed loud enough to hear even up this high, and Aang took it as a wish for good luck.

Aang also decided it to take it as the signal to begin the show.

He dove down on his glider, swooping over the heads of the assembly in the courtyard to land just before his friends. The toes of his boots just touched the ground when Toph shifted one of her bare feet and raised a platform of stone beneath him. It continued to rise as he straightened so that he stood taller than anyone else here.

Aang looked out over the gathered Fire Nation leadership and gave them his best Angry Old Monk Glare. "I have called you all here to make an announcement. I will perform an Agni Budokai in two weeks' time with Lady Caldera Yu Mai."

It was King Toph who had come up with the idea for this big show. Last night, after Aang had explained his plan to the others in Prince Zuko's recover room for getting the governors back on his side, Toph had stood up and said, "Yes! We're finally going on the offensive."

Zuko, lying in bed still wrapped in bandages, had frowned. "An Agni Budokai might answer their claims, but they may not want to agree. There's so much politics involved in all this-"

"Exactly," Toph interrupted. She had begun pacing- or more like stalking- across the center of the room. "Politics is just people pushing each other around without actually doing any shoving. So it's time to start pushing back. Aang is the Avatar, so we tell them that the Avatar has decided how this is going to go, and we tell them that anyone who doubts this Agni Booboo thing is a traitor and should be drawn and quartered!"

Sokka had nodded. "Or maybe drowned or something. We can wordsmith it later. But how do we know it will work?"

Toph's smile was all teeth. "Because I wasn't a king until I made everyone bow to me. Trust me, this is what I do. It's all about your character. So make them realize that your character is the toughest tough whoever Tophed. I mean toughed."

Zuko had shrugged. Suki hadn't said anything. Sokka grinned. Momo stole a peach.

It was after Mai nodded that Aang finally said, "Okay."

So now he stood on Toph's platform, planted his staff like a flag, and waited for the first objection to his words.

One of the older governors obliged with, "What about all the Agni Kai challenges that-"

Mai sidestepped so that she was directly in front of the platform and snapped her hand out dramatically. (Sokka had coached her.) "How dare you presume to question the Avatar? Have no respect for the Fire Nation? The Bridge Between Words honors us with an Agni Budokai and you want to talk about matters of procedure? This Weapon of the Fire Nation spits on you!" Then Mai actually spat next to her feet, and it wasn't half bad despite her getting only an hour of spitting lessons from Toph.

Aang tapped his staff on his platform. "I have heard doubts about my actions here in the Fire Nation. As the Avatar, I cannot stand for this, but I will not dishonor any opponents with my untrained Firebending. Let an Agni Budokai prove my worth as an expression of warrior fire. Let Lady Caldera Yu Mai's peril-" His voice dried up, but he quickly continued, "-show my strength."

The crowd was silent.

Then there was movement, and a young man stepped out from the front of the assembly- Bangfei, one of the Weapons of the Fire Nation. He looked up at Aang. "You will adhere to all the laws of the Agni Budokai?"

Aang nodded.

"You will accept all the risks? The fire and the blades and letting the holy drummers hold your fate in their rhythm?"

Aang nodded again.

Bangfei threw his hands into the air. "Brother!" He fell into a kowtow. "I am honored by your actions! Let all see that the test of the warriors who cannot command fire is good enough for one of the most powerful of all Benders!" He kept his head pressed against the ground. "And I know that Lady Mai will be an excellent partner for you. I saw her Agni Budokai with Lady Ty Lee. Never was there a more beautiful display of Fire Nation strength."

Aang glanced at Mai, and she rolled her eyes. Bangfei seemed to be big on anything Ty Lee liked.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, Aang saw Lord Zhao approaching. He dipped into a short bow as he said, "I would be happy to make the arrangements, Avatar. The local Fire Temple has the required personnel and materials."

Aang tapped his staff again. "Um, make it so!"

The assembly was chattering now in voices just above whispers.

Then a new figure came out of the crowd, a living shadow that resolved itself into Heiyaoshi, the Weapon who had sent Zuko looking for his mother's village. She bowed towards Aang, bending low at the waist. "Avatar, I thank you for the consideration you give to the test of the Warrior's Meeting. Too often, the Agni Kai is given more honor, but an Agni Budokai is no less important to our culture."

The chattering of the crowd grew louder, but it didn't sound to Aang like it was getting angry. One or both of the Weapons were playing politics again, but now it seemed to be in Aang's favor.

Toph nudged the platform with her foot, making the thing give a shudder that Aang felt in his whole body. She probably wanted him to assert himself again. Should he thank Heiyaoshi? No, Toph didn't thank anyone, and he was supposed to be acting like her. "The Agni Budokai will show my strength. It two weeks, the fire of the Avatar will be clear." That sounded good. Anything talking about being strong and firey seemed to be popular around here.

Governor Leiko finally stepped forward. The voices all quieted as she said, "Very well, Avatar. Let the Agni Budokai show what it will." She gave a nod, and there might have even been the start of a smile on her lips, and then she turned and walked away.

Toph kicked the platform again, and Aang saw Sokka making flying motions with Momo's tail.

Oh, right!

Aang tapped his staff again. "Two weeks!" And then he jumped, spun the staff to summon a wind, and snapped its wings out so he could ride off into the sky.

That went well.


Mai was pleased with how the announcement had gone. Aang had sounded strong, no one yelled at him, and she even managed to spit right on her first try! (So gross.)

Now she had to train Aang for a deadly combat demonstration. No problem.

Alone in her room, she finished changing and ran her hands through her hair. She still hadn't cut it, and there was no way she'd be able to wear even her usual ox-horn buns and twin tails for an Agni Budokai. She'd have to look into some tight stylings that would keep hair of this length out of the way. Or she could just hack it off. For now, she grabbed the bandana she used as a disguise in the city the other day and used it to bind and hide everything.

Finished, Mai grabbed her case of blades and threw aside the curtain concealing her from the shared atrium. Aang was already waiting on Appa's head, and a set of servants were setting down a palanquin beside the gathering, the shades cast aside to show Zuko, still swathed in bandages, sitting with less comfort than Mai would have expected. But then, it would have been a while since he had last ridden in one of those things. Suki hovered nearby looking ready to catch Zuko if he took a tumble.

Aang looked over as Mai approached and went still. Then he jumped off Appa and landed standing, all without taking his eyes off her. So, he had noticed what she was wearing.

Normally, Mai favored loose, flowing robes that could hide her movements and cover an army's worth of sharp metal. However, that would be actively dangerous in an Agni Budokai, what with all the fire and the blades that had to brush against skin. She'd need a proper costume made up, and so for now she was forced to make do with an ensemble that was tight were it wasn't nonexistent and nonexistent where it wasn't tight.

And it probably didn't help that her bare midriff left the burn scar on her side completely visible.

While Aang stared, Mai reached into her case, grabbed a razor, and threw it so it passed close enough to the side of Aang's bald head that the skin immediately reddened with irritation.

Aang squealed and finally looked her in the eyes.

Mai stared him down. "Yes, I'm dressed like I crave attention and spent five minutes thinking about how to get it. But if you're paying the wrong kind of attention to me, one of us is going to get stabbed. You can't look here-" She motioned, and Aang blushed. "-and be swinging a sword or a whatever there safely. Are we clear?"

Aang nodded. "Sorry. I just- sorry."

Mai knew he had harbored a crush on her back when they first left the South Pole, but her betrayal at Crescent Island had taken care of that. She doubted he would ever feel the same way again, but he was a boy at that age, so she supposed that moments like this were to be expected.

Her betrayal must have hurt even more, if he liked her like that, right? She had to keep from grinding her teeth together in anger at herself. Why couldn't she have stopped to really think about what she was doing, back then?

Why hadn't she stopped the think ever, before Crescent Island?

"You're forgiven. Don't do it again. Now, speaking of swords and whatevers, we have to start by picking weapons. I'll be doing knives, of course." Mai reached once again into her case, retrieving the scroll she had borrowed from the mansion's library last night after they had come back from the city. She unfurled and held it so that Aang could see, revealing the drawings of the weapons classes allowed in an Agni Budokai. "Which one will you be using to endanger my life?"

Aang grimaced. "All of these look really sharp."

"That's the idea. Hitting me with a burning stick would hurt, and skin does sizzle when it's cooked, but there's more of a sound if some blood boils away at the same time. It makes for a better spectacle, I suppose."

Aang's blush was all gone now, in favor of a geenish shade. "How about you pick one for me?"

Mai put the scroll down, reached out, and flicked Aang's forehead. "I don't think you've been listening. This is going to be hard, Aang. I need you doing your best. Yes, I've done this before, but I did it by living and breathing knives for a month, on top of all the other training I gave myself since I first picked up half of a broken pair of scissors. You need to be responsible for yourself. I'm trusting you just as much as you're trusting me."

He lowered his head. "Sorry. Maybe we shouldn't do this. I don't- I don't want to hurt you. I wanted to try it because I thought-"

Mai reached out to his chin and raised his gaze again. "You thought we can do it. And I think that, too. I just want you to take this seriously. Okay?"

Aang held out his hands, and Mai gave him the scroll. He looked it over, and then tapped a finger over a staff-like weapon near the bottom. "What's a Monk's Spade?"

It took Mai a moment to recall, and when she did, it was her turn to blush. "Oh, you don't want that."

"Why not?"

Ash, how to explain this? "Uh, that's what we- that is, the Fire Nation- um, according to the history books it's what- well, it's what Air Nation Warriors were supposed to use."

Aang blinked.

Mai pointed down at the drawing. It was essentially a staff, not unlike Aang's glider in its closed form, but at one end was a crescent-shaped set of metal prongs, and at the other was a flat spade-like metal blade. "You can see the martial possibilities, but they taught us that Airbenders would land on windowsills and snag babies and jewelry and stuff with them. We even have a legend about an Air Nomad thief who used a spade to steal the Great Dragon's Sacred Eggs from the heart of the First Fire. And, of course, it's a handy way to desecrate corpses by shoveling ash over them instead of building a proper pyre."

Suki hummed. "According to King Toph's strategy, that might be perfect! It will make you look like a living Fire Nation nightmare!"

Aang winced. "I'm not sure looking like an offensive ghost story will be showing the proper respect for Fire Nation ceremony."

Mai, though, had to admit that Suki had a point. She liked the image of her people fearing Aang. "It's not just an Airbender thing. They started as a tool of the Fire Sages. The spade removes ashes out of hearths, and the prongs can push back the heads of overly-affectionate long-necked dragons. Not that we have dragons anymore."

Suki chuckled. "So Fire Sages were linked to monks, who were linked to Air Nomads, who became evil enemies who lifted babies out of cribs with spades. Or did they use the prongs? I guess it depends on the crib. Quite the twisted history the Fire nation made for itself, there."

Mai shrugged. "I guess. Anyway, the point is that you would be associating yourself with Fire Sages in addition to our propaganda about Air Nomads. Not a bad thing for the Avatar."

Aang smiled. "So there's a duality! The staff is a symbol of both enemies and respected leaders. It's part of Fire Nation society and has been turned against it only not really. It should bring up a lot of mixed emotions."

Huh. Pretty good observation. But then, Aang would know about type of stuff, being a monk. Mai preferred her symbols to be more literal. "If the Monk's Spade is what you're going with, we can let Lord Zhao know and he'll get us some to practice with. For now, you can use your staff."

"Great! What are we doing now?"

"Good old fashioned forms." She took a ready-stance and looked at Aang. After a moment, he realized what was going on and copied her stance. "We need to learn the same physical language. By the end of the day, I expect us to be doing these moves perfectly, simultaneously." She transitioned to the next stance, an defensive posture that still advanced a step, and Aang copied the motion. So far, so good.

One hundred steps and stances to go.

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« Reply #183 on: Jul 10, 2017 09:34 pm »

Aang spent three hours of that first day mimicking and learning Mai's forms. Not only was it physically tiring, but the effort it took to keep his mind purely on business while Mai contorted was also mentally exhausting. She had told him to pay proper attention, though, and for a good reason, so he tried his best for her.

Eventually, she declared that it was time for a lunch break, and Aang let himself collapse beside a bowl of fruit that Sokka had brought out for him.

That's when Zuko began delivering a lecture on the philosophy of Fire, the importance of The Meeting of the Warriors, and how to properly embody the Spirit of Strength. That was way too many capital letters to listen to during lunch.

"Feel the sun on your skin and the heat of the blood in your veins as you move," Zuko said. "You can't produce or control fire yet, but by finding the connection to your own Inner Fire, you can become aware of the fires around you. When Mai throws a flaming knife at you, you won't have to even look at it, because you'll feel it coming before it even leaves her hand."

Despite the heaviness of the subject and Aang's exhaustion, he found himself interested. "That makes sense. I met a Guru-" The memories of that failure took his voice away for a moment, but he promised himself that he wouldn't fail to save any more of his friends. "-and he taught me how to sense things by looking within myself and following the connections I have."

Zuko blinked. "Yeah, that's- that's what I mean. I didn't know it could be done with more than fire. Was this Guru an Airbender?"

Aang shook his head. "I don't think he was a Bender at all."

Sokka called out through a mouth full of rhino jerky, "I do retain skepticism about that guy's supposed magic powers."

Aang frowned. "But he taught me how to do what he did! Kind of. He told Mai that her family and friends were still alive and she didn't kill anyone on Crescent Island! And look, Zuko is here, and that Piandao guy is protecting her family, and-" He was about to say that Ty Lee turned out to be alive, but then remembered that it was still supposed to be a secret. "-and everyone is alive. And he told Katara that her family was waiting near Ba Sing Se, and we found Gran-Gran Kanna and the others there!"

"You knew," Toph squealed, standing up and knocking her own bowl of fruit over. "I thought I was surprising you all with my little Water Tribe! You lied to me! You jerks! Even Lady Caldera Yu Mai with the Airbender-hypnotizing curves lied to me! I've lost my faith in humanity!"

"Hey!" Sokka pointed at her. "I was surprised! Do you think I paid any attention to some weird Fugu making claims about my tribe?"

Mai said, "I just completely forgot."

Toph sniffed. "Very well. I believe you. The Earth King sees all truths."

Suki giggled.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Mai and her form-drills again, only this time she took up her knives and showed how her every motion could be used to send a blade flying at a training dummy. Once again, Aang worked very hard to pay attention to the right things, and found them fascinating all on their own. He knew Mai's fighting style, of course, but seeing it broken down with nothing obscuring her was a revelation.

Even how Mai fought turned out to be beautiful.

The next day, Aang played the part of a moving training dummy, but she aimed to miss him. It was both terrifying and enchanting, and by the time they broke for lunch again, Aang was seeing the snapping of her arms and the curve of her hip and the roll of her shoulders in all the shapes around him. She was in the arcing waters of the atrium's central fountain and the blades of grass around it and leaves of the potted plants lining the perimeter and the clouds in the sky above.

After lunch, a page from the local fire temple came with the weapons they would use in the Agni Budokai, and they were able to put Zuko's teachings about fire ("A fire-unification theory," Sokka had called it) to the test.

They got a bucket of thick lantern oil from the mansion's servants, and Mai dipped one of the new knives' blades into it. Zuko, now walking around again, snapped his fingers, and the oil ignited.

Mai didn't so much as twitch when the fire came to life so close to her hands.

She moved the knife in slow, wide slices, gave a half-hearted stab, and then twirled it by the handle so that she was holding it in a reverse grip. She quickly angled her arm so that the blade was still pointed up, and Aang realized she was trying to keep the heat and the fire from cooking her hand.

She held out her other hand and nodded at Zuko.

He produced a pair of gloves from a pocket, and slipped one over Mai's free hand. The fingers seemed a smooth fit despite the thick material, but the glove stopped short at the bottom, leaving the base of her palm exposed. Aang wondered what the purpose of the gloves was.

Then Mai flipped the flaming knife into the air in front of her.

What happened next was so fast that it was only by matching the results to the blur of his memories was Aang able to piece it together. Mai had caught the burning knife by the tip with her gloved fingers at a moment when the spinning motion pushed the flames down. The metal would have still been red hot, but she would have barely touched it before she flung it into the fountain.

She nodded as the waters doused the flames, and then went over to retrieve the knife. When she pulled it out, the blade still glistened with blackened lantern oil, but the metal itself seemed unarmed.

Mai smirked. "Still got it."

Wow. That was what she had done with Ty Lee? Juggled red-hot bits of metal while the slightest delay or missed motion would mean grabbing something that would cook her skin clean away?

Aang was growing less enthused with an Agni Budokai by the day. He couldn't endanger Mai like this-

She lifted the Monk's Spade up off the ground with one of her feet and kicked it up in the air so that he could catch it. "Here you go."

He looked over the strange weapon. "Um, are you sure-"

"Yes." She twirled the knife by the handle so that the blade's motion created a gleaming halo around her hand, and her smirk softened into a smile that made Aang's heart hammer. "Believe it or not, that was the fun part."


Aang squared his shoulders. "Okay. But I can practice with mine before we set it on fire, right?"

It wasn't until the fourth day that he felt ready for fire. Thankfully, he had a lot more handle to work with on the Monk's Spade than Mai did with her knives, and soon he was twisting and twirling without fear of the fires being whipped around him.

It was on the fifth day of practice that Aang could see those fires in his mind's eye while his real eyes were closed.

On the sixth morning, he could see the fires on Mai's blades as well.

By the end of the sixth afternoon, he was unconsciously breathing in time with the pulsing flames on both weapons, and Zuko said, "Congratulations, Avatar. You have begun your Firebending journey."

Mai nodded. "Then it's time. Tomorrow, we begin practicing an actual Agni Budokai. Along with still practicing all that other stuff."

If only all the elder monks could see Aang now.

Zhao gestured as he reached the end of the mansion hallway, and his escorts - good guards from his own command - stepped out to take station on either side of the door. Zhao himself didn't slow, putting on a smile as he swept into the room. "Ah, Governor Hige, so good to see you awake again. You've had quite the nap!"

Hige's frown might have been for having his coma of over a week reduced to 'quite the nap,' but more likely it was a result of lingering pain from the head wound beneath his bandages. "Commander Zhao. I admit, I was expecting the Avatar to come first."

Yes, he likely was. That's why Zhao was here. "Perhaps you have not heard, but the Avatar is in training for an Agni Budokai. I'm sure he'll visit later when he hears the news, but I didn't see the need to allow him to be interrupted. I'm sure you understand."

Hige shifted in his bed. He was propped up with all kind of pillows, and the healer kneeling beside him on the floor glanced over to confirm the governor's continue safety. "Perhaps it is better we speak first, Commander. After all, you'll have to supervise the Avatar's exit from my home."

Ah, the tip had been correct. "I am disappointed to hear that, sir, but I understand."

"It was one thing to do a favor for the Fire Princes when it was just a matter of politics. I even had hopes that the Avatar could help the Fire Nation with- in these difficult times. But this? Explosions? Villages nearly being wiped off the map? Rogue Weapons going to war with each other? My life endangered? No, this is too much. The Avatar must leave."

Zhao bowed his head just enough to be respectful. "As I said, sir, I understand. I find the situation appalling." Then he straightened and took on a tall, solid posture that would have done Admiral Jeong-Jeong proud. "However, your concerns are not part of my mission. The Avatar needs to perform this Agni Budokai to accomplish what he came here for. We will be staying, the boy will win the favor of all the politicians here, and then we will move on to the next phase of our journey and leave you in peace."

Hige's eyes went hard behind his glasses. "This is my home. I rule this island for the Fire Lord. You have no authority here, Zhao, and the Avatar can be declared a criminal at my whim. Know your place."

Zhao couldn't help but smirk. Oh, he knew his place, all right. "I can see why you've never risen behind this distant island, Governor. You think you have a position of power, but let me illuminate the situation for you." He clasped his hands behind his back and began pacing. "Admiral Iroh's intelligence networks have determined that you, as befits a man of your position, are heavily, personally invested in the prosperity of Zenmatsu Island. In fact, you own a share of every merchant ship that lands here filled with goods from the colonies. Can you calculate how much it would cost you if every single one of those ships were sunk for pirate activity by elements of Prince Iroh's Northern Fleet?"

"Wha- but-" Hige started to get up, but the healer at his side grabbed him and settled him back onto the pillows. "Those ships have nothing to do with pirates!"

Zhao shrugged. "I'm sure reports will be diligently filed describing the evidence each captain noted when they made the decision to sink the target. Prince Iroh will, of course, review those reports and make a proper, impartial decision on whether the captains under his command acted correctly. Should you question the judgement of the Prince Admiral, you would have the legal option to petition the Fire Lord for intervention. I'm sure that would work out well for you."

Really, it was too easy. Zhao had come close to a position of power in the Capital, and might still get one. Hige was just an old man who had risen as far as he could.

The governor sighed. "And if I let the Avatar stay?"

"Then I have no reason to believe your ships will be accosted. You would continue to profit, your partners would remain placated, and the Avatar will be gone shortly after his Agni Budokai. The Disciple of the Third Eye has not been seen again since the attack that injured you, so I think the risks are clear?"

Hige closed his eyes. "The Avatar can stay. Now get out." He let himself sink back into the pillows.

Zhao gave a quick bow. "Thank you, Governor. Please know that I don't enjoy executing such agendas." Then he turned on his heel and made his exit. The guards at the door fell into step behind him as he emerged into the hall once again.

Zhao grinned. He'd lied about not enjoying it. Providing security was all well and good, but it was always fun to use his real talents.

It wasn't until the taiko drummer arrived that Aang got annoyed with the training. Learning and copying Mai's forms for hours didn't do it, listening to Zuko's attempts to describe the philosophy of fire didn't do it, and juggling flaming weapons didn't do it. But then on the seventh morning, after Aang and Mai completed their stretches, one of the mansion servants led in a young man about Prince Zuko's age with stiff red robes, a shaved head, and an easy smile.

"Greetings, Avatar. I am Kei Lo, an apprentice Inferior Sage from the Inawaka City temple. I am a trained taiko drummer of one year, here to help you with your preparations for the Agni Budokai." Kei Lo bowed deeply to Aang while several servants carried a large drum into the atrium.

Then Kei Lo turned to Mai, and his eyes grew wide at the same time his cheeks flushed. "My lady. Uh, Lady Caldera Yu Mai, it is an honor to meet you." He bowed low again, but his eyes never left Mai.

That's when Aang started to get annoyed. "So, why are you here? You said you're an apprentice? And a- an inferior sage?"

Kei Lo straightened, and after a long moment, managed to drag his eyes away from Mai. "Apologies, Avatar. I am an apprentice, but I will be among the drummers guiding your Agni Budokai. It is my privilege to enable the most important Warrior's Meeting in a century and a half. And don't take the 'inferior' title too seriously. An Inferior isn't a Firebender, but is no less knowledgeable or spiritual than a sage who is."

Mai tossed Aang's his Monk's Spade. "Remember when I said that the drumming dictates how we move? Well, Bongo Boy over here is going to teach you what attack you are expected to perform with each drum pattern. There's a million of them, or something. Then I guess he'll do the drumming for our dry runs?" She looked over at Kei Lo.

He smiled at her. "I will stay here day and night and follow your every command."

Oh, bison dung.

But Aang had promised that he wouldn't get distracted. He needed to pay attention if he was going to complete the Agni Budokai, was going to be the partner that Mai deserved and spare her from harm. Besides, this Kei Lo clown was a stranger. Mai had given up her whole life for Aang. He didn't have to worry about anything!

Kei Lo motioned to the drum that had been set up beside the fountain. "Shall we begin?"

Mai nodded. "We should probably start with a demonstration. I still remember all the moves. (I'll probably be an old lady before I forget, the way I practiced.) Why don't you run through all the sequences, and I'll perform the proper moves for Aang?"

Kei Lo dipped his head. "Your expertise does you credit, my lady." Then he yanked his robe over his head and tossed it aside, revealing that underneath he was wearing just a pair of loose pants. The muscles in his chest bulged as he ran through some quick stretches.

Aang bit back a groan.

At least it wasn't hard to pay attention to Mai. As Kei Lo pounded the massive drum with a pair of sticks the size of his forearms, Mai took up her knives and began to move.

No, she began to dance.

It was a more martial dance than Aang had ever seen, but it was graceful movement commanded by a beat, so he decided that it counted. Kei Lo shouted a command with each change in his pounding: "Strike head left. Strike head right. Circle. Retreat. Reverse strike chest left. Circle. Retreat. Reverse strike chest right." Mai stayed in motion the whole time, precision evident in every action. Her knives flashed in the sunlight and her pale skin glowed. The scar on her side stretched with each contortion, but even that motion had a kind of beauty.

Aang recognized, in the dance moves, the components of the forms that they had been practicing for the last week. He was starting to see how, once he learned the responses to the drummed commands, he'd be able to know where her body would be during every moment of the Agni Budokai.

If he got it right, that is.

Kei Lo shouted, "Finish," and Mai came to a stop and bowed to an invisible partner.

Aang had to clap. "That was amazing! I've never seen a dance like that!"

Kei Lo choked.

Mai's face went as scarlet as her bandana. "Aang. Stop it."

Huh? What did he do? "Did I say something wrong?"

"Just- just don't call it a- a dance, okay? You may have gotten me comfortable with camping and treason and lemurs, but I don't need that kind of talk going around about me."

Aang was even more confused. "I don't get it. What's wrong with dancing? Everyone does it!"

Kei Lo barked a laugh, blushed, and then turned away.

Mai sighed. "Only in the privacy of their rooms, I hope. I mean, sure, I know people in the Earth Kingdom do it. Haru's village had a dance. Probably the colonies are that depraved. But there is no public dancing in the Fire Nation. We have more self-control than that."

Aang blinked. "None? At all? But you have to have festivals-"

"No dancing at festivals."

"But what about purifying dances to calm Spirits?"

"Most stories of Spirits are enemy propaganda, and when we have to do such things, we do martial arts demonstrations to intimidate the Spirits with our strength."

Aang shook his head. "Come on, I know you don't believe this stuff anymore. You've changed and learned about the world!"

Mai lowered he head and rubbed at her eyes. "Yes, I have. For you. And- and I'm satisfied with that. But I can't just throw away everything that I am and become- become- I don't know, Suki or something."

"I know." Aang summoned a wind to help carry him over to her. "I wasn't asking for anything like that. It just looked like a dance, is all. I think you'd enjoy real dancing if you tried it."

Mai smirked. "Do you really?"

Aang thought about it. "No, probably not. Well, maybe if you could offend someone with it."

Her smirk softened. "See? You do know me. Now, let's get back to training. By the end of tomorrow, I want these moves to be reflex for you."

Aang nodded. He was going to be dancing with Mai! Sure, there was going to be fire and blades and danger and political pressure, but it was still a dance with the most beautiful girl in the world.

That made it a little better.

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Heiyaoshi, Weapon of the Fire Nation and Blademaster of Kilauea, stood unmoving in the shadows, and her guests had no idea she was there.

The group of men, their faces wrapped to hide everything but their eyes, had approached the servant entrance of Hige's mansion slowly. They stopped just beyond the light cast by the lantern hanging above the door, peering around for her. She waited until one said, "The note said a woman would be here with our pay. Should we-"

Heiyaoshi stepped out into the light. "The note also said you should move quietly, and announce your presence with a whistle like a toucan-puffin's chirp. The note warned of danger if you were spotted."

The man who spoke bowed his head. "Apologies, mistress. We are here now with the equipment."

Heiyaoshi motioned for them to follow her through the door and into the mansion's servant passages. Although these hirelings deserved punishment, her own efforts to divert servants and waylay Zhao's guards had made up for their failure, and she had no personal need to hurt them. She just wanted this job done efficiently.

She led them down a flight of stairs, into the basement, and then motioned for them to stop. She continued on alone, moving into a dark storage room while drawing her volcano-glass swords, neither action producing any sound. She listened as she let her eyes become used to the darkness. There was no one else here. She was safe.

She used a pair of spark-rocks to light the small lantern hanging from her belt, and waved the masked men into the room. "This is the place. Your device must be unobtrusive."

The man who spoke laid down the sacks that must have contained his equipment. "We were promised pay."

Heiyaoshi took the lantern off her belt, laid it on the ground, and then threw her money-pouch beside it. It remained tied and sealed, but it jangled as it struck the ground, a cascade of golden musicality that made the masked men all lean forward.

Without another word, they got to work.

One began drilling a small hole in the ceiling while the others cleared some large clay pots away from the wall. The drilling continued as the others assembled something involving a billow and several large metal balls that made hollow sounds when touched. As they tightened the last screws on the device, the drilling was completed, and another man came over with a thin tube that he ran into the hole. The group then worked together to hide the length of the tube against the corner of the ceiling, keeping it locked in place with large metal staples. At last, they ran the tube into their contraption, and then moved the displaced clay jars in front of it.

The man who had spoken motioned at the device as he said to Heiyaoshi, "Fill this one. Build up the pressure with the pump. One, two, three, four, five. Turn this valve and the pressure will drive the action. Close the valve again before another go. Do you understand?"

Heiyaoshi nodded. It was simple enough.

She hoped this would be sufficient to sabotage the Agni Budokai. It was a shame that it would probably hurt both the Avatar and Lady Mai, but Heiyaoshi had her orders. Besides, if she didn't stop them, then Fire Lord Azulon would be activating the ninth Weapon of the Fire Nation and setting him or her against the Avatar.

Even the effects of Heiyaoshi's trap here would be better for the poor children than that.

Mai had two kinds of training that were helping her with this. One was, of course, all the preparation she had done for her first Agni Budokai with Ty Lee, years ago. That training had been so intense that Mai still knew all those drum beats and what they meant, never mind the lasting improvement in her blade skills. Even today, her body already knew its business and merely needed to build the proper muscles again.

The other kind of helpful training was the lifelong regime that let her completely control her face.

Because the last thing Aang needed was to see the worry she felt deep in the pit of her stomach.

While Kei Lo struck his taiko drum, Mai stepped past Aang while he did the same, the fire from their burning weapons cooking the air around them. Their trotting took them several paces apart just as Kei Lo changed his tempo, signaling an Airborne Parry. Mai started to spin, tossed one of her burning knives just above her head, completed the rotation, caught knife by its tip with gloved fingers that would be able to take about a second of direct heat before her skin would start to cook, and threw it at Aang.

He was ready, bringing his Monk's Spade up in a diagonal one-handed strike that met her rotating blade in mid-air and reversed its motion back towards her-

-but not as high as she needed to catch it-

Mai hopped out of the way as the burning knife struck the ground right where her feet had just been.

Aang blurted, "Sorry!"

She shook the apology away. Zuko, observing nearby, made a motion and the fire on the knife went out. Kei Lo stopped his drumming.

Aang was at her side in an instant. "Sorry! I <I>can deflect it back for you to catch, but I hit too soon this time and caught the blade on the wrong angle. Next time I'll do better!"

Or, next time he might knock it straight into her face before she could catch it. Or he'd be a second too late and the blade would sink into his chest.

Mai made sure her face didn't reflect her thoughts. "I know you will. You've almost got this."

And he did. There was every chance they would succeed tonight.

But there was also every chance they would get it wrong.

The problem was that there was no certainty. If there had been no chance, Mai wouldn't have any compunction about telling Aang that they couldn't do this. There was just risk, and risk was the whole point of an Agni Budokai. Aang had already decided to accept that risk, and trying to change his mind now wouldn't work. It would put enough doubts in his head, though, that there would be greater chance of tragedy.

Aang worked best when he didn't realize he was in over his head.

Mai resisted the urge to wipe at the sweat on her forehead. That would just move it to her arm, and it was gross no matter where it was. "Why don't we finish for the day? It's almost dinner time, and we're just getting tired, now."

"Yeah, we do need our rest." He twirled his burning Monk's Spade fast enough to generate a wind, the speed of the motion denying air to the fires on the end-blades and smothering them. "Monk Gyatso used to say that it's just as important to replenish our energies as it is to practice our moves. He also said that relaxing the mind could be even better than pushing yourself."

That made sense. It probably wouldn't save their lives, but it made sense.

At least it would be over tomorrow, one way or another. "That sounds good. In fact, we should probably take tomorrow off. We've be practicing for two weeks straight, and we want to be fresh for tomorrow night. Let's take the day and do whatever to get ready."

Aang frowned. "You mean like meditating?"

"Meditating, sleeping, reading a book bad enough to get us mad, beating enemies up to get in the proper mood, whatever."

Aang laughed.

That was that. Their training was complete.

Aang went over to talk to Appa, and Mai started gathering up the various knives she had left lying around. As she bent over, she heard someone approaching, and Mai looked up find Kei Lo smiling at her. With his shaved head and bare chest, he almost looked like an older, Fire Nation-flavored Aang. He said, "I guess you won't need me for anything else, then?"

Mai shook her head. "Thanks for the help. Have a nice life."

He chuckled. "I'll be one of the drummers for you tomorrow night. My master will be leading, so I won't have any input into the signals, but I'll be part of the performance. I'll summon the proper warrior spirits to strengthen you." His cheeks colored. "Not that you'll need it. You obviously have the skill and spirit to do this."

She supposed this was what passed for sweet talk amongst Inferior Sages. "Well, that's nice. And you're very good at drumming."

His face grew even redder, and he bowed at the waist. "Your praise honors me. Good night, then, and good luck! I'll be rooting for you."

Well, with an apprentice drummer rooting for them, they had nothing to worry about. Woo.

As ever, Mai kept her feelings from showing on her face.

And she'd have to keeping doing it until the Agni Budokai tomorrow night.

Aang started the day of the Agni Budokai with meditation. For the first time, he added some candles to the experience, reaching out to feel them in the same way he had been reaching out to the flaming weapons. The candle lights were so small and peaceful in comparison, and he found himself breathing in time with them. He still did not understand the element of fire, but he was aware of it.

The pulsing of the candle almost reminded him of the pulse of the volcano on Crescent Island.

He hoped that wasn't an omen.

He put it out of his mind for the rest of the day. He ate with his friends, talked and did some exercises, took Appa flying to help get his buddy back into shape, meditated again with Zuko, and went for a walk on the mansion's layers of curving rooftops with just Momo for company.

"All of this is just the beginning of the plan to replace Fire Lord Azulon," Aang said to the lemur. "Do you think it's going to get worse, or better?"

Momo just cooed and climbed up to perch on top of Aang's head.

That was either really profound or completely meaningless.

Aang continued on his walk until he noticed the sky start to darken.

It was time.

He jumped off the roof and rode the winds back down to the atrium between his friends' rooms. They were all waiting for him, except for one person.

The curtains of Mai's rooms had already been moved to hide her from sight.

Aang headed into his own rooms and changed into his costume. Or uniform. Kind of both. It was simple enough, just a black fully-body tunic that was tied and pulled tight in the back. The form-fitting tunic would provide only minimal protection from fire, but it would let the flames and blades pass close to him without catching or snagging. The last part was a cloth that tied over his ears and neck to cover the lower half of his face. He wouldn't even be able to mouth any words to Mai; they would have to communicate solely by their eyes and motions.

When he was finished dressing, he emerged to once again find all his friends waiting for him- except Mai.

"She went ahead," Sokka said. "And before we follow, I just want to wish you luck and apologize for not realizing, before we came to the Fire Nation, how useful a Waterbender healer would be when messing with politics. We should have brought Katara along."

Aang shrugged. "Well, now we'll know for the next time we try to reform a militant society."

Sokka grinned and punched Aang's shoulder. "That's what I like to hear. Be safe, brother."

Toph threw a fist into the air. "Now let's go wow all those Fire Nation idiots! Remember, don't respond to pain, and if anyone acknowledges anything besides your flawless victory, kill them as an example to others!"

Aang decided that was a joke and laughed.

Zuko came over and put his hands on Aang's shoulders, looking at him with his intense one-eyed gaze. "Remember, Avatar, that you carry my honor today, too. Don't mess this up."

Suki gave Zuko a soft whack on the side of the head. "What Zuko means is that we all believe in you, otherwise we'd be tackling you to the floor and begging you not to go." She gave him a dazzling smile. "Kyoshi's spirit be with you."

Aang acknowledged that with a nod.

And then it was time to go to the dance.

He took his Monk's Spade and led everyone to the mansion's main dining room. Unlike an Agni Kai, an Agni Budokai was conducted indoors- something about locking in the heat of the performance. All of the guests were gathered, milling about at the edges of the room and leaving a large space in the middle empty. Tall torches had been set up to provide a dim light, leaving the gas lanterns dark and unwanted. A trio of large taiko drums were set up at the edge of that space, and Aang spotted Kei Lo among the trio of bare-chested sages standing ready with their sticks. Kei Lo gave a wave and a smile.

Aang headed for the center of the room. The crowd parted to let him through, familiar faces appearing for brief moments with somber expressions: Governor Hige, Lord Zhao, Commander Zhao, Lady Gerel, Bangfei, Heiyaoshi, Governor Leiko. Then he was past them all, alone in the center with only one other person.

Mai was crouched on the opposite end of the empty space, her head bowed so that she had to only be seeing the floor beneath her. She was wearing a black tunic just like Aang's, and her hair was pulled into a tight bun. Two knives rested on the ground in front of her, but more were sheathed along her arms and legs.

Aang put his Monk's Spade down on the floor and lowered himself into a similar crouch.

It was time.

One of the drums was struck, the sound echoing through the room. The crowd ceased their talk. All was silent.

The drum was struck again.

Aang rose, picking up his Monk's Spade as he did so, and saw Mai doing the same with her knives.

A steady rhythm was being beaten, and on every other beat Aang took a step towards Mai. She approached as well, and for all that her tunic clung so closely to her body, it was her eyes that captivated Aang. They were intensive and bright, appearing almost red in the light of the torches, and they were shining more than they ever had before.

Rather than getting lost in those eyes, Aang found his rhythm in them.

As they grew close, they reached out with their weapons until metal rested against metal. A second drum came in, the pattern calling for a Rising Sun turn, and Aang and Mai circled the center of the room while keeping their weapons pressed together.

The third drum came in, adding a flourish to the beat that called for the Boiling Seas. Aang spun in place as he continued to walk, the motion pulling his Monk's Spade away from the blades of Mai's knives, but she was rotating as well, and soon the weapons were almost in contact again. Just before they met, Aang reversed his spin, still stepping in a circle, as Mai did the same. They continued in that way, spinning and circling, their weapons ever quite touching, until all three drums roared together and then went silent.

Aang ceased his spinning but the room continued to move around him. That wasn't a problem, as he found Mai's glistening eyes before him, and he met her gaze as he twirled his Monk's Spade and then swung so that the sharpened spade was arcing towards her neck.

She deflected the blow with one of her knives, the spark of contact lighting both blades on fire, but Aang was already shifting his staff so that now the crescent blade was now coming at her from the other side, but once again her knife was there to protect her, and once again a spark heralded the arrival of flames.

Aang and Mai stepped back from each other as all three drums sounded again, a harmonious cascade of beats that sent out a deadly call to the dancers.

Aang spun his Monk's Spade in front of him, feeling the heat of the burning blades, and watched as Mai twirled her own knives in each of her hands to create a wreath of fire around them that gave her the appearance of a Firebender.  She held her arms out wide as he raised his staff above his head, and they stepped together until their chests were almost touching, so close that Aang could feel the heat of her body against his despite the flames around them.

Their eyes met, and Aang thought he saw hers crinkle at the corner in a way that might have signified a smile.

Then they both took long steps backward. Mai brought her burning knives forward again and stabbed at Aang, bringing the Agni Budokai into full bloom.


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