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[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo’s back.

He’s been back for a couple of days by Bar’s reckoning, but you wouldn’t have seen him come in. As a matter of fact, you wouldn’t have seen him at all before now. He made sure of that.

He doesn’t remember much of the Overworld assault. He likes it that way, if only because he doesn’t like recalling what little he does remember. Far as he’s concerned, whatever’s left to do is in Freeman’s hands.

But. He’s back in-Bar, he’s still on active duty back home, and he needs to burn off some energy. And it’s Tuesday.

Time for Fucking Fifties.

Fifty handstand pushups, a hundred jumping lunges, fifty mountain climbers, fifty one-legged side hops, fifty eight-count bodybuilders, fifty one-legged squats, and fifty pullups, repeated five times through. He’s in the gym, working his way through it.

He was feeling lazy today, so he’s barefoot and clad only in a pair of faded sweatpants.

Rage Against the Machine’s on the stereo. The mun wouldn’t be surprised if it could be heard Bar-wide – Voodoo’s always liked his music loud.

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That…thing, whatever the hell it was – it’s gone now, long gone.

And that’s just the way John likes it.

He’d be back in his own world right now, but he’s reluctant to leave without Jim and Kate, and even more reluctant to face the Marshal on his own. Lawman or no, John ain’t trusting the man as far as he can throw him until he’s got a feel for his character.

He’s taking a walk out by the lake, pausing every so often to take in the scenery.

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The Camelephants are in five days, now. Bolin’s technique is solid, and so is Mako’s, but Hasook is still the same apathetic waterbender he was two days ago, still the same weak link.

It frustrates Mako to no end. And when Mako is frustrated, he trains.

Those who venture out back might see him practicing some firebending forms by the lake in a style that resembles a curious mishmash of Northern Shaolin and Western boxing. Really, though, you’d have to pull your eyes away from the flames billowing around him to make the distinction.

Come say hi. He won’t bite.

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Voodoo

[abitofawildman]

Bumi followed the sound. Or is that supposed to be music?
He's unsure, which is part of the reason why he followed it in the first place.

The music isn't bad, per se, it's just not something Bumi's ever heard before. And as he makes his way down the Staff Hallway towards the sound, he wonders how the heck people would dance to something like that.

Then he sees Voodoo working out.

"Ah. That makes more sense."

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo looks over his shoulder as he starts the last set of pullups. "Eeeyup. Nothin' like it to set the atmosphere. Hey, Chong."

[abitofawildman]

"Voodoo." Bumi bows his head slightly in greeting.

"So the proper set for the atmosphere is that you're being run down by a komodo-rhino. Good to know."

The lyrics to Down Rodeo catch his attention.

[boston_bruiser]

"I've found it helps," Voodoo says.

so now I'm rollin' down Rodeo with a shotgun
these people ain't seen a brown-skin man since their grandparents bought one

"'course, there're differing schools of thought, but I've been expelled from all of 'em."

[abitofawildman]

"HA! Somehow that doesn't surprise me in the slightest. What is..." he makes a vague gesture in the air. "What is this?"

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo looks over his shoulder. "'This'?" he parrots. "Y'mean the music, or the gym?"

[abitofawildman]

"The music," he deadpans. "I've seen a gym before."

Of course as luck would have it, the very second those sarcastic words escape he sees something in the gym he's never seen before. Heavy bag, speed bag, free weights, pull up bars, those are all pretty standard. It's the bright red yoga ball over in the corner that catches his eye.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo does not notice the red yoga ball. Fucking Fifties will do that to you.

"They're called Rage Against the Machine," Voodoo says, grunting as the pullups take their toll. "Rap/metal group, a couple decades ahead of your time. Good shit, if it's your kinda thing."

[abitofawildman]

Bumi can't see anything but the red yoga ball. Which is why he makes a beeline towards it, and gives it a poke after a second or twelve extra minutes visually examining it.

"Future weapons, future vehicles, and now future music. Do they use instruments to make music in the future?"

Because there's at least one he doesn't recognize the sound of in the song.

[boston_bruiser]

"Oh yeah," Voodoo says, finishing off the last of the pullups before dropping down off the bar and stretching. "Lots. Probably none you've ever heard of, though. They got electric guitars where you're from?"

[abitofawildman]

He looks over in Voodoo's direction, brow furrowed.

"You have guitars that you have to plug in? Do they play themselves as well?"

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo laughs. "Fuck no. Someone'd be makin' a shitton of money if they did. Nah," he says, shaking his head, "they still need someone to play them."

[abitofawildman]

Bumi doesn't seem impressed with the idea of electric guitars.

"What's the point then?"

He might be smooshing his hand against the ball now. Just to see what it does.

[boston_bruiser]

"Makes it a shitton louder, for one," Voodoo says as he keeps on stretching. "You just gotta plug it into an amp and let rip. Also lets you add a lot of funky-ass effects. Something 'long those lines, anyway."

[abitofawildman]

He looks up and over at Voodoo.

"Is that's what's making the wokka wokka wokka sound? An electric guitar?"

There's just something mildly wrong about someone Bumi's age trying to make electric guitar sounds. Bonus levels of wrong for that electric guitar sound coming fro a Rage song.

[boston_bruiser]

There really is. But if Voodoo minds, he doesn't show it.

"That's the one," he says, nodding. "There might be a bass somewhere in there, too, but shit, I ain't no musician."

The opening riff of Guerrilla Radio comes on.

"Now that's an electric."

[abitofawildman]

The ball is long forgotten when the new song starts. Voodoo isn't wrong, it is loud. Louder than the other one, even though no one's touched the volume knob on the radio. And it seems like such a fast paced song, though when he takes a mental step back it still sounds to him as though it's being played in 4/4 time.
Maybe it's just the man...singing. Though he's not really singing, is he.

"He sounds like one of the protesters in Republic City Park."

[boston_bruiser]

"No shit?"

Voodoo looks at Bumi.

"You got some violent protesters, man."

[abitofawildman]

"Nah, not yet. They're just young and angry and loud. Though...if something doesn't change I do see violence on the horizon."

[boston_bruiser]

"No shit?"

Voodoo tugs on a too-large skivvy shirt.

"What're they angry 'n loud about?"

[abitofawildman]

"Equality for non-benders," he says with a sigh. It's a conversation that just makes him tired.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo nods, taking it in. The use of 'young, angry, loud' and 'equality' in the sentence can't help but bring thoughts of revolutions to his mind.

"Well, what do you think about it?"

[abitofawildman]

"I think," he says turning to look at the ball again. It could be stable enough to hold him if he sat on it...right? Only one way to find out!

"That if I had a yuan for every time I've had that question leveled at me, I'd have enough money to buy Ember Island three times over by now. Same can be said for every time I've heard someone say, Some of my best friends are non-benders."

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo nods. Bumi's reaction is understandable - Christ knows there've been situations he's been in where it's just better to plead the Fifth.

"How organized are they? The protestors."

[abitofawildman]

The ball is squishy, and...it's kind of interesting how much attention to his balance he has to maintain as he sits on it.

"From what little Intel comes my way it looks as though the movement is primarily university students. A knee-jerk reaction to political corruption and the high prevalence of gang activity in the city. Normally I'd say the three groups would just circle each other without anyone really getting the upper-hand, but we're in an intermediate period right now, and historically those tend to be interesting times."