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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]

"I know that name. Freeman." His brow furrows as he tries to place it in the bag of cats that is his drink addled mind. "So married huh? Well there's a nail that particular coffin."

Bumi doesn't seem particularly put out by this fact. He's an Any Port in a Storm kind of guy.

[boston_bruiser]

"Uh-huh."

Beat.

"Wait. Waitwaitwait. You were honestly thinking of hooking up with her?"

[abitofawildman]

He turns and looks at Voodoo, really looks at him.

"This is a surprise to you, why exactly?"

[boston_bruiser]

"Good point."

With that, he pops another mouthful of Fire Flakes into his mouth.

"But just so you know, if we're takin' this in that direction with regards to Vance, I'm pleading the Fifth."

[abitofawildman]

"Pleading the fifth?"

[boston_bruiser]

"Right against self-incrimination. Colloquialism for staying quiet on something. Because," he says, popping another mouthful of Fire Flakes into his mouth, "I ain't sayin' shit about an engineer with twins whose hubby's brought an alien empire to its fucking knees. Uh-uh. No sir."

Voodoo has his limits - not a lot of them, but he does. This is one of them.

[abitofawildman]

"Pleading the fifth," he repeats, smiling. "I like that."

Bumi looks amused. It could be the new turn of phrase, or the fact that Voodoo is scarfing down the Fire Flakes like an addict, or...it's just the warm feeling of a really good LionTurtle buzz.

"You worry too much, kid."

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo is side-eying the frak out of you, Bumi Chong.

"You ever see Freeman in action, sir?"

[abitofawildman]

"Nope, but considering how you're acting as skittish as a long tailed lemur in a room full rocking chairs, I can only imagine he's a force to be reckoned with, and I for one have no desire to be on the receiving end.

I'm many things Voodoo, but a homewrecker isn't one of them."

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo nods, once. "Good to know. For both our sakes, really."

[abitofawildman]

"Never board without permission enthusiastically granted."
If there's a toast Bumi will always drink to, it'd be that.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo bobs his head in agreement. "That's one way of puttin' it."

Beat.

"Matter of fact, I think I'm gonna use that from now on." He raises his Lion-Turtle.

"To consensual boarding."

[abitofawildman]

"To consensual boarding," he replies, holding his glass up and clinking it against Voodoo's. And all with minimal spilling. Way to go Bumi.

"If you think that's entertaining to say now, imagine how much more fun it is to use in practice."

Judging by his grin, the answer to that is very.

[boston_bruiser]

"I imagine it gives 'cover from the quarter-deck' a whole new meaning."

[abitofawildman]

And thaaaaat's about the point where Bumi loses it. The laughter just overtakes him and he falls backwards off his barstool, landing in a heap on the floor.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo joins him, in laughter if not gravitational displacement.

"'To quarters! Full speed ahead!'"

Really, Bumi, you're just enabling him now.

[abitofawildman]

Some how, between gasps for breath, Bumi manages to say something about rear admiral.

Really? It's Bumi enabling Voodoo?

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo's laughing too hard to come up with a proper retort.

Actually, we lied. He stops, gasping for breath, then, in one exhalation:

"'Damage control belowdecks!'"

[abitofawildman]

"All hands!" he bellows, control of his laughter remains just out of reach.

[boston_bruiser]

"'Battle stations! Load and make ready!'"

This may go on for a while yet.

[abitofawildman]

"HOLD! And await my further commands!"

His sides are beginning to hurt from laughing.

[boston_bruiser]

"'Drop anchor! Secure the bow!'"

Bumi's are beginning to? Voodoo's been cackling like a madman.