Tahno (
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milliways_bar2014-11-21 08:51 pm
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Tahno paints as if he's sparring. The waterbender pinches the air with his fingers and whips his hand forward in a sweeping arc away from his chest. Blue-tinted watercolor jumps out of its container and splashes across the bare canvas, set up a few feet away.
The boy smirks, striking the air with the heel of his palm. Red joins the blue, a blotch of color to the left of center. He crooks the middle and forefingers of his right hand--raking what would be ice along an invisible opponent--and smears the colors together.
He had once timed himself at six strikes per second, and now he puts that record to the test. All of his movements are tightly controlled--but neat, designed to roll into each other. He may as well be dancing. Pigments fly out of their jars, some blending in the air before staining the canvas. A double palm heel finishes the piece, and he lowers his hands.
Tahno saunters up to the canvas, curling his fingers around a tilted hip. "Hm. Not bad," he drawls, and picks up a brush to add the finishing touches.
The boy smirks, striking the air with the heel of his palm. Red joins the blue, a blotch of color to the left of center. He crooks the middle and forefingers of his right hand--raking what would be ice along an invisible opponent--and smears the colors together.
He had once timed himself at six strikes per second, and now he puts that record to the test. All of his movements are tightly controlled--but neat, designed to roll into each other. He may as well be dancing. Pigments fly out of their jars, some blending in the air before staining the canvas. A double palm heel finishes the piece, and he lowers his hands.
Tahno saunters up to the canvas, curling his fingers around a tilted hip. "Hm. Not bad," he drawls, and picks up a brush to add the finishing touches.

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He has a spiced wine, sword at his side and his surcoat on, his cloak is over by the fire.
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His voice is deep, rumbly, and there's a purr to it, through not fault of Sameth's; that's just how Tahno normally speaks.
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There are many kinds of magic in Milliways and he used to be more familiar with all of them, this isn't immediately recognizable.
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"With bendin'. It ain't magic, before ya ask, but we benders use chi--energy in our bodies--to manipulate the water. And that takes movement, you got me?"
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He smiles and traces a Charter Mark in the air before it becomes a flame, what he does is also about controlling and manipulating just with the Charter.
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Gently, he sends the flame away and the Charter Mark on his head shifts from glowing gold to its normal darker color.
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Not everyone's as strong a Charter Mage but he tends to hold off on that part since it usually leads to how he's a prince.
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"I didn't know you could do that," she comments softly.
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She looks over today's choice of baggy clothes, swallowed up in a loose dress and her usual oversized cardigan, and what she imagines is a tired expression after looking through her phone book for a lead on a testing facility.
"Are you sure you want to?"
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He cocks his head. "I'll only paint ya if yer okay with it," he says, a bit more gently. "You look fine to me."
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"You thirsty?" the boy asks, sauntering over to the bar. He orders a new canvas, and sets the old one aside to dry. Then he stirs his paints with the motion of his fingers. "And how've ya been anyway? Ya look worn out."
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But she nods at the drink offer and goes, "Maybe an iced coffee?"
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Then he returns to his canvas. "'Kay, stay as still as you can at first, but once I get yer hair done you can move around a bit."
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She does occasionally glance up at Tahno - mostly because the sound of his painting is a little distracting.
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As she speaks, Asami puts the pen down on the table, and closes her notebook. "I didn't know you painted."
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"What did you have in mind?"
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He cocks his head, letting his perfect hair fall where it may. "So how you been, Asami?"
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