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[OOM: Toph is annoyed with everyone. (Spoilers for The Western Air Temple.)]

The door to Milliways flies open and Toph comes sailing through, landing on her face in the middle of the floor. She pushes herself up with her arms, grumbling things that would make a sailor blush. She scurries across the floor on her hands and knees until she reaches a table. Letting out a groan, she pulls herself into a chair, careful not to touch the pink and tender soles of her feet against the floor.

It's been a while since she's been in the bar, so she keeps an ear out for familiar voices. She plays with a fork that she grabbed from the table as she listens, molding it absentmindedly into various strange shapes.

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"Which bits in particular?" Probably onmyodo and possibly religion: the latter is a relatively recent concept.

"That on-whatever thing," she mutters, flicking earwax away from the table. Hopefully no one is standing nearby.

"Ah. Onmyodo, or Yin-Yang magic. It is concerned somewhat with divination, but mostly with spirits - talking to them, traveling in their realm, and sharing their power. It happens to be my area of expertise." He literally wrote the book on it, or at least a book.

"Oh. Spirits. My friend's into that stuff. I don't get it," she says with a shrug.

"Well, the ability to commune with them is partly an inborn talent," Seimei says in a 'what can you do' kind of way. "What do people call that power where you come from?"

"I don't think it really has a name. There's a Spirit World, but I think only the Avatar can go there. Or something." Which is one reason why she doesn't have too much of an interest in it.

"Avatar? I've heard that word before. Sanskrit - not my language. It means the embodiment of a god, or of the divine will. Basically."

"Yeah, something like that," she says with a wave of her hand. "He can bend all four elements and is the bridge between the real world and the spirit world. Not much divine about him, though." Really, she's met him. He passes gas just like the rest of the mere mortals.

"I'm not surprised. Legends about people always seem to leave out the part about them being, well, people. I should know."

"Yeah, he's definitely human," she mutters, pausing to reflect on just how absurd Aang being the Avatar would probably seem to an outsider.

Seimei breaks out in peals of laughter. "Perhaps you should make sure the sages write that down, when they get around to composing historical chronicles about him. I wish I'd had someone to keep my chroniclers honest, at least in certain respects..."

"I dunno if he'd want me messing with his story. 'And so the Avatar, whose skin bruised like that of a baby, did cry after stubbing his toe.'"

Seimei laughs even harder this time. "You have a wonderful poetic sensibility, miss...?"

"Toph," she says with a grin. "And you're...?"

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