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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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[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."

[boston_bruiser]

"Ain't they just. Seen a few of my own, in my time. Just wait 'til they get a figurehead. Then things'll really ramp up."

He looks at Bumi, his hands in his pockets. "That's a yoga ball. I think. Never used 'em, myself, but they're supposed to help out with some of the exercises or some shit like that."

[abitofawildman]

"So long as they don't come looking to me to fill that role. I've already spent enough of my life being the token non-bender. Enough is enough."

Bumi shifts his weight a bit.

"Yoga ball, huh? My mother and sister practice yoga, but I don't know that I've ever seen them use anything like this before."

[boston_bruiser]

"Thing might be ahead of your time," Voodoo says, leaning against one of the weight machines. "I'm guessin' it helps work your core. You ever meet a lady name of Alyx Vance, she might be able to help you with it. Seen her doin' yoga 'round the place."

He stands up. "Never got into yoga, myself. Ain't a yoga kinda guy. Too much talk about energy and spiritual crap, not enough doin' shit, y'know?"

[abitofawildman]

Bumi blinks.

Too much talk about energy and spiritual crap, not enough doin' shit...

"You've just accurately summed up my entire childhood in a single sentence. I'm impressed."

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo grins. "I got a natural talent."

He nods his head toward the door. "I was thinkin' about goin' to get a midday beer. Wanna come with, see if your liver can match mine?"

[abitofawildman]

He pauses to give this offer of middday alcohol consumption some serious consideration.

"I think that's a thing that could happen," is the conclusion he comes to. "Especially if we can talk about this Alyx Vance, and where she practices her yoga."

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo smirks. "That's some stalker shit right there, man."

Still, he nods. "C'mon, this way," he says, making his way to the door. "'less you're afraid of me drinking your soft commissioned ass under the table. Sir."

Egging people on? Voodoo? NEVER.

[abitofawildman]

"It's not stalking if I'm seeking her out for help with my form."

What help, or which form, isn't mentioned. Though...the grin on his face certainly helps to narrow down the options a little.

Bumi carefully rises to his feet, and straightens a couple of non-existent wrinkles from his coat.

"There is nothing soft about my ass, son. Nothing."

[boston_bruiser]

"Yeah, keep tellin' yourself that, pops."

It's a short walk to the bar, and soon enough Voodoo's plopped himself on a barstool.

"It's traditional for officers to buy. Sir."

[abitofawildman]

"All sirs on deck when it comes time for insults and tabs, huh? Typical."

He sidles up to Bar and peels a few large yuan notes from his wallet.

"If I'm paying, I'm choosing the round. Sifu Bar, we'll take two Unagi if you'd be so kind."

[boston_bruiser]

And Sifu Bar obliges.

"Hey, I recognize this shit," Voodoo says. "Saw some street vendors hawking it on Okinawa."

And with that, he digs in with one massive uncultured bite.

[abitofawildman]

"They're a specialty of Kyoshi Island, and one of the better things to put in your belly before attempting an afternoon of heavy drinking," he says picking up his chopsticks. "Rice soaks up the alcohol, and the protein from the fish keeps the stomach occupied so it doesn't revolt against drinking to excess."

He takes a bite and sighs happily.