Re-Entrance [under new munagement. Have read RPs with the old Aang. Poke me if I forget something]

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

If Aang were the type to keep a journal, a sampling of entries would have sounded like this:

Day One (Post-iceburg)

Have been freed from iceburg where I was apparently trapped for a hundred years by a pretty girl. Hundred years = bad. Pretty girl = good. Pretty girl's brother = funny-looking when covered in bison snot.

Now: penguin-sledding with pretty girl! Yey!

Day Five

Sokka in a dress. Ahaha.

Day Fifteen

Sliding around Omashu still fun!

Day Sixteen

Bumi also still crazy. But it's okay because he's a genius!

Day Twenty-six

Getting stuck in caves = not always a bad thing

Which leads up to what today's imaginary entry in Aang's imaginary journal would read...

Day Thirty-Something...I think.

Need real food. Onion and banana juice is not real food, no matter how "spiritually sustaining" Guru Pahtick claims it is. Suspect that he, like most old people I've ever met, is slightly crazy. Still not fully realized Avatar yet.

Now he'd have something else to add to that imaginary entry: Went to bar, because he stumbled in barefoot and half-asleep, rubbing at his eyes, after a night of strange dreams involving connected pools of water filled with onions and bananas.

His stomach spoke first, growling loudly, and then he spoke next, deliriously happy: "Real food!"

And ran over to the bar.

Welcome back to Milliways, you bald little monkey.

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[princeinexile]

...real enemies, too.

"Put a damn shirt on."

That would be Zuko at the bar, giving Aang a Look from were he sits with his workwork tools out, heating soft gold and pressing it into shapes. Must be nice to be able to do jewelry barehanded.

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

There was always that moment of uncertainty when coming across Zuko in Milliways. A 'will he attack despite the rules?' mingled with 'is he so cranky right now that I should tiptoe away?' with a little bit of 'he better not set my food on fire again' thrown in.

As it stood, the last time Aang had seen Zuko was when he'd been bent over his quite-possibly-dead uncle (that was his uncle, right?) so he froze like a dear-moose in headlights for a second, before deciding that if he'd just said his own equivalent of 'Get off my yard, you darn kid!' he was only slightly cranky.

"It's not that cold here and even if it was, I wouldn't need one." He could heat the air up around himself too, even if he wasn't a firebender. Although technically, he was a firebender, but he refused to learn firebending, and hey--hey, what was he making? He craned his neck and stepped a little closer to look, in an annoying peeking-little-kid fashion.

Short attention span, for the win.

[princeinexile]

It's probably unconscious, but the metal in his hands, heated and twisted and bent is starting to twist into the triple-tipped flame of the Fire Nation. Much of Zuko's masochism is subconscious; he's not even looking at it! He's looking at Aang.

"Nobody wants to see cowchicken-chested brats running about, though. Get a damn shirt," Zuko says, before he realizes what the Avatar's staring at.

He does not commewnt on that he hasn't seen the Avatar in a while and that made him perfectly happy, or that Katara and Toph are here.

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

Well, Aang had been perfectly content not to see Zuko gunning behind him too.

Though he'd trade Zuko over Azula any day--he was easier to beat.

"There aren't any rules against it. And not having a shirt doesn't count as naked because I still have pants."

For now. Come the spring, with the outside being warmer, he was probably going to spend a lot of time splashing around in the lake.

[princeinexile]

Closing his hands over his metalwork, Zuko puts it back in it's box, letting it lay flat and cool there. He's not letting you look at his stuff! Die in a fire!

"...Fine. You'll just give the rats ego -- someone worse built then they are in the bar!" Zuko snaps. Yes, it's been that kind of holiday season, where one stoops to petty remarks about appearance.

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

Pretty bad, um, considering. How's that whole log in your eye, Zuko? In the SCARRED AND MANGLED eye?

But all he gave in response was a raise of his eyebrow and: "I'm twelve."

[princeinexile]

"I'm sure they'll take what they can get."

He's been having a rough month. ... ...wait, when is he not?

[seeswithherfeet.livejournal.com]

"Real food? You mean you've finally given up that diet of all veggies and decided to have something good, Twinkletoes?" Toph crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow as she walks up to Aang.

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

"No, I want vegetables and fruit instead of really gross juice--"

A pause. "Hey, since when have you been coming here?"

[seeswithherfeet.livejournal.com]

She wrinkles up her nose and waves her hand as if to dispel an odor. "Yeah... I can smell it."

"Couple months now, but I haven't felt your little footsteps around here."

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

The smell of onions and bananas was probably seeping out of his pores.

"The door hasn't showed up for me in a long while. What time is it for you outside, though? I mean, what just happened the last time you were there?"

Since sometimes things were all weird.

[seeswithherfeet.livejournal.com]

She turns slightly away so that she won't get hit with the full blast of onion and banana stench every time he speaks.

"Last time I was there, we beat up on the Dai Li under Lake Laogai and found Appa."

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

"Okay, same for me, mostly," he said, not realizing his breath was bothering her that much. "Isn't it great out back? It's like the perfect practice ground for Bending."

Rocks, water, wide open spaces--it was perfect.

[gone_byebye]

Ray's at the Bar just at the moment, getting himself something orange to drink. At the sound of a voice he hasn't heard in a while he looks down and grins. "Oh, hey. Hi, Aang."

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

"Hi Ray! It's been a while," Aang said cheerfully, waving. Then to the Bar. "Bar, could I please have, um, some vegetables and fruit and nuts, and ones from other worlds than mine--make it a surprise!" he said. Then added, "And no meat--and nothing resembling onions or bananas."

A veritable cornucopia of vegetarian food appeared, and Aang tucked in, eating a Talaxian tomato--not that he knew what it was. It was just a big, pulpy berry that tasted good.

"Want some?" He nudged the tray towards him. It was an adventure in foodage and adventures were meant to be shared. (And it was cruelty-free).

[gone_byebye]

"Sure, why not?" Ray says, picking up one of the nuts and starting to pry it open. "How've you been? I haven't seen you around in ages."

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

"Everything's been...pretty crazy," Aang admitted. "And the door hasn't shown up for me for a while. We've been in the Earth Kingdom and I lost Appa for a while and then we had to stop the Earth King's advisor, Long Feng, who was secretly controlling the kingdom, really, and hiding information about the war's existence from the Earth King, and using him as his puppet. We got Appa back, and now I'm learning from a spiritual brother of my people to control the Avatar State. Guru Pahtik was an old friend of Master Gyatso's--he's a hundred fifty years old."

He bit into a big blue thing that vaguely resembled an apple. "The only problem is he insists that all I drink or eat is onion and banana juice, because he says it'll help me clear out my chakras."

The only thing it was really helping him clear out was his digestional track.

[gone_byebye]

"Sounds like you've been insanely busy, then," says Ray. "And good luck clearing out your chakras. It's been a long time since I read about anything like that and I"m not sure techniques from my world would help you at all."

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

"I think I'll be okay," he said. "What have you been doing? Has anything interesting happened here while I was gone?"

DID HE MISS THE COOL STUFF?

[ghostwitch.livejournal.com]

Normally Malu doesn't pay much attention to the comings and goings in the Bar. She notices when people from her world, like Katara and Toph and the Fire jerk Zuko come in or out, or when weird things start to happen (zombie tofu anyone?), but that's about it.

But when she sees a young boy with a set of familiar tattoos enter Milliways...

Well, let's just say that the cleaning staff isn't going to be happy mopping up tea and cleaning up ceramic shards that used to be a teacup.

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

He didn't see her at first, chatted with a few people, got some food, and then there was that moment, where he saw that familiar saffron color out of the corner of his eye, familiar clothes.

Then a double-take, as his brain registered what his eyes had seen, and darted up and locked on her.

He stood there for a frozen moment, like the early morning in the Air Temples, just before the sun peeked over the mountains. His heart was in his throat, and he could barely breathe, and it was like two little battlings spring of joy and uncertainty had spurted in his chest.

"You...you're..."

[ghostwitch.livejournal.com]

She doesn't know if she can handle this.

Part of her wants to just run away, pretend she didn't see him, that she doesn't know who he is. But that part of her is outvoted by the part that's still got her frozen to the floor.

She can't talk; she doesn't trust herself. So she squeezes her eyes shut (no crying no crying no crying) and nods her head.

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

He wanted to run up and hug her or something, wanted to touch her to make sure she was real.

And she might not have wanted to cry, and maybe he didn't either, but tears welled up in his eyes anyway, unbidden, and he stepped closer.

Malu? This is what complete and total joy looks like.

[ghostwitch.livejournal.com]

Complete and total joy? Malu hasn't felt that in a long time. Maybe she's forgotten what it feels like.

She's not completely sure it's how she's feeling right now.

Malu opens her eyes and looks at him, still saying nothing. If she's supposed to make the next move, she has no idea what it is.

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

Now he stepped closer a few steps more, almost stumbling a smile spreading across his face. "Where have you--where have--are there any others? Have you been hiding in the Earth Kingdom? I have so many questions--"

He thought she was from his time.