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brawlingbrunette:

She chuckled, winding her arms to prepare the muscles in her back. The mounds of meat pushed out and flattened from her movements, visible from the tightness of the catsuit.

” I love how people call me ’ kid ’ when I’m twenty-six. If I’m a kid to you, you must be an old man. “

Sasa took a side-ways stance, raising her fists up. Her forearms met with his in the  attempts to block; any shots he did get past her defenses, she made sure hit her tensed biceps instead of chest, emitting a displeased grunt at the sting of a lucky strike. Her calf muscles did their best to keep her in place, only allowing her to move back when that center balance teetered in a direction that might make her lose balance. 

When she finally had enough of being on the defense the brunette waited for an opening between swings to duck down, placing both hands on his shoulders before giving a hop to help push herself up and over the man. She let herself drop to her hands on the floor when she landed, wrapping legs around his from behind. Those sore biceps bulged with a slight defiance at their previous punishment, but obeyed their owner who was growling from gritted teeth…supporting her weight as her lower back and leg muscles lifted the Equalist up and over until she landed on her upper back and shoulder blades.

“Hm, I suppose you’ll never know for sure.”

His tone of voice clearly portrayed the amusement which he felt, dark eyes sparkling from behind his mask as he kept his gaze trained on the woman. Apparently she did not know exactly what she was up against — or maybe she only wished to have a challenge.

In which case, Amon did not intend to go easy on her.

He moved smoothly, closing in with the intention of setting her off balance. He’d seen her leap coming, as frustrating as it was, and as she attempted to wrap her legs around his own, he leaped, moving to kick her away with a spin of his own as he landed to face her, knocking her down.

She had wanted a fight, and that was exactly what he had given her. Perhaps some would believe that such a last move was too harsh for him to have done, but she had been the one to ask for such a challenge. For all he knew, their small play was not yet over.

“I must say, I am impressed… not many people would be able to last as you did without the use of bending.”

korralized:

It was instinct, plain and simple, to lift her hands to prove she meant no harm—but his response was far greater, stumbling away, wincing, going down. He clearly didn’t get that unspoken memo, and for a moment, there was something about the way the tables were turned and he seemed so helpless that appealed to her. A small sliver of satisfaction, of vengeance, twisted in her gut and into the smug smirk she donned as she folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair.

“If I was going to turn you in, I’d have tied you up while you were asleep.” Wasn’t that taking a page from his own book? Or perhaps not, since his bloodbending ability had come to light. He no longer needed Equalist drones with ropes to shackle her and bring her to her knees in front of him in yield.

The point remained. She hadn’t bound him, and even now she made no move to restrain him—or help him. If he wanted back in the bed, he could get there himself. All while she told him, dryly, “I live here, genius,” with a tip of her shoulder toward the doorway that led to the blustery iceberg called home just outside. “Welcome to the South Pole.”

They truly were two carrotpeas in a pod. There he was, so sickeningly brazen even in his weakness, and she was sitting pretty on her throne of self-righteousness and  self-confidence. He might have gotten the best of her in one fight, but she’d won the war; with the Avatar State another weapon in her arsenal, she could afford an even greater level of cockiness. Master Tenzin, or his mother!, would be dragging her out by the ear if they could see her now.

Good thing they couldn’t. Good thing no one was there, no one to recognize his face or question why her presence had sent an injured man stumbling from his sickbed. “I won’t tell them who you are.” Not because she owed him any favors, and not because she felt he was truly worth the generosity, but simply— “Because I know how to undo what you did to people.” He could assume what he willed of her own status; the final leverage was hung like a peg on the wall in the history of their antagonism when she stated, “And if I have to, I can really take away your bending—just like Aang took away your father’s.”

They were not friends, even though they may no longer have been enemies.

Frowning the same as ever, he slowly rose back to his feet and sat back down upon the bed, sullen eyes trained coldly on the young Avatar. He despised being looked down upon in such a manner, though he had entirely earned such a response from Korra. The former Equalist could never have expected this all to occur…

No longer was Noatak sure of what to do. His family was most likely gone entirely, unless Tarrlok had managed to survive, as well… though he did not intend to count on such unlikely ideas. 

Besides — it was evident that his younger brother was no longer on his side. The boat would not have exploded on its own, as it had been in excellent condition when they’d both managed to escape Republic City. Knowing that he had been betrayed sent a sinking feeling through Noatak. He had been so sure that they could start over, almost as though living new lives entirely…

But perhaps that was still possible for him.

“I won’t tell them who you are.”

His gaze grew warier as he stared at her. That was a surprise… but the words she spoke were more unexpected yet. ”..Thank you, but…”With a pause, he frowned at her faintly, scrutinizing her every move. “How…?”Noatak asked, bringing his hands slowly to his knees, balled into fists as he kept his gaze and tone of voice calm.

 He had to know.

“How did you bring back your bending?”

No doubt it was because she was the Avatar, but Noatak wished to know the specifics… he wanted to know exactly how he had been bested. This all meant that he had been right, all those years ago — the Avatar is the most powerful person, capable of defeating even himself.

[ Hey, I just thought I’d give you all a heads up that on sunday I’ll be leaving for Europe, and I’ll be away till around the middle of August! I should be able to find wifi now and then, at least to answer a few questions, maybe do a few replies, if I’m lucky enough, but from July 20th till August 4th I don’t think I’ll be able to use wifi at all, though I’m not entirely sure yet — either way, I’ll try to pack in whatever replies I can till I leave, though this week will be rather rushed, so I can’t promise much. I’m really sorry, I’ll miss you all very much! ]

castle-prodigy-ienzo:

Ienzo would be surprised if he appeared to be from anywhere in Amon’s world, with that thick mop of silver hair on his head, obscuring half his face at all times like a thick veil. The other half was observant, curious, even if it was but the one eye darting about to examine him. He didn’t know who this man was, but he was determined to find out. At least, now that his interest was caught. 

“I am curious… I’ve not seen a man who makes himself so obscure, before. Cloaked and masked… who are you, sir?”

“I am Amon, leader of the Equalists.”

So this child truly hadn’t known who he was… he must have come from very far away, for the Equalist was sure that many people had found out about his group, and that the news of Equalism had spread far and wide throughout the nations, far past Republic City. After all, their actions were quite important, not only to their city, but to the entire globe… and he did intend to stop bending for good.

“I am surprised you have not heard of me before… and who might you be?”

kuni-no-alice:

equalistamon fell down the rabbit hole.

{♥}The brunette could help but snort, and she couldn’t help but laugh a little, what was with the mask? “O-oh, I-I’m sorry…” covered her mouth trying not to laugh or smile. Once her laughter calmed and such, she introduced herself, “Welcome to Wonderland, I’m Alice Liddell, who are you?”

He hadn’t gone there intentionally. Quite frankly, Amon was at a complete loss as to what had just occurred. He’d fallen a great height, but he could not recall there ever being quite a large hole present in Republic City, where he had been mere moments ago. The Equalist’s attention was caught by a young lady, one whose attire seemed unusual to him… Wonderland? That sounded like some sort of made-up place, something that belonged in a children’s story. Then was she merely joking around? How frustrating..

He stood and faced her, eyes dark as he stared.

“I am Amon.. leader of the Equalists.“ With a pause, he frowned. How could she not recognize him? ”Where are we, really? I’ve never heard of Wonderland before.”

timthefirebenderdrake:

It was after dark. Tim didn’t feel scared anymore. The months after the Exqualists disappeared had been a hard adjustment on everyone. Ex-equalists, benders, and non-benders alike all helped to rebuild the city but there was a deep hurt that new paint couldn’t fix. Only time would heal that. 

But thoughts of the city’s darkest hour aside. The youth heading home from a long day at work when an exposed pipe caught his heel. The teen let out a cry of pain. It had gone a few inches in, right through the sole of his shoes. The teen limped on his good leg to survey the damage. He would probably live, assuming the wound could be looked at by a healer, but the pain was too much to manage trying to limp unassisted.

He’d heard a cry of pain let out, presumably emitted by a young man.. at least, that was what it sounded like to Noatak. Quietly, from the shadows, he observed. Clearly he had been injured. He hadn’t wished to take any chances by speaking to people.. this was a troublesome situation, but the former Equalist leader assumed he could take his chances and help the stranger.

He stepped forth, warily approaching the youth as he called out. ”..Stop, you’ll make it worse.”

He didn’t wait to hesitate any longer and instead went forward, putting an arm around the young man’s shoulders without waiting for him to agree to such a gesture. Healing would have to be done as soon as possible, otherwise there could be serious damage.

“Sit down.”

Noatak carefully helped the youth down, dark gaze already examining the wound. Fortunately, he had been trained to heal well, thanks to his waterbending. ”May I?”He asked, reaching towards the wound. “It needs to be treated quickly.”

valkyrieofnibelung:

valkyrieofnibelung:

equalistamon:

if any of you commit suicide I will kill you 

“Then what would be the point, we’d be dead either way?”

I promise. I PROMISE.

“Good.”

Sasa raised a finger with an open mouth, but nothing came out. Instead, she closed her pie hole and sat back down in frustrated confusion.

“Well, I thought it was funny.”

Amon I didn’t know you cared so much…

I need to take away all of your bending

so I obviously can’t have you all dying on me

if any of you commit suicide I will kill you 

omg

“Yay! Thank you, you people with hearts are always so warm and cuddly~” {Small arms wrapped back around the water bender as she gave him a bit of a squeeze.}

“You speak as though you have no heart… but that cannot be.”

He gazed down at her curiously, blue eyes clear as the sky above them. This girl wore attire similar to that of a man he had met only that very same day… perhaps they were a part of some group. Hopefully, they meant Noatak no harm.

also as a reminder

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[ hi could I just say that I have over 200 asks to answer, not to mention replies to do.. 

 and I do manage many other rp blogs so I will be a bit slow with things! Thanks for bearing with me ]

And then Amon equalized all the anons and we could all go back to rping.

whirlwindxlancer:

Xaldin examined the man before him. He was strange and most definitely mysterious. The mask didn’t help the overall presence of the figure. Xaldin gave a slight nod to the man, “It doesn’t seem like you are from around here. Am I right?”

“..Yes, you are correct.“ His eyes couldn’t even be seen, due to his mask, leaving empty, black holes left to stare coldly at the peculiar-looking man. Amon was curious to know just who this stranger was…

After all, his attire was rather interesting-looking, not to mention his unusual hairstyle. Was he some sort of bender? It didn’t appear as though he was from any sort of tribe, though… how fascinating. ”..I am Amon, of Republic City.”

korralized:

It didn’t take much to cause a stir in the South Pole. Perhaps a little more than it would have once upon a time, before the White Lotus had found a brave little Avatar girl, before they’d moved in to protect and manage every facet of her life. Perhaps when the pride and joy, the chieftain’s daughter, Katara of the Southern Tribe, hadn’t been a worldwide legend, the sole female combative waterbending master, bride of the last surviving airbender and Avatar in his own right.

But there were days it was just a quiet village, still.

The day that Noatak washed up on shore was one of those days. With the Avatar and her friends ‘recovering’ from their final ordeal, it was generally a frenzy of friendship, a storm of smiles, happiness all around and the crisp, clear ring of peace across the tundra and the water beyond. For a short time, at least, the world was okay without Korra fighting for its future.

Minutes, maybe an hour, and the girl herself was in the healer’s igloo to see the man who’d washed up on shore. She hadn’t found him; that was the honor of another, a fisherman cleaning his catch for the day for a feast that night around the tribe’s campfire. Master Katara had done her finest, and the unexpected visitor was now sleeping peacefully—or so Korra was told as she pushed the door open and pushed the curtain aside to see who it was that had somehow survived the arctic waters, so smiled upon by fortune and fate.

Only to recoil. Him! He’d made it here?!

Thankfully there was no one to see her expression, no one to hear that sharp intake. What should she do? Name him and condemn him to some worse fate at the end of her father’s spear—or a warrior like him? Pretend she didn’t recognize him here in the South? No…

If there was one thing Aang’s restoration had impressed upon her, it was those simple words of wisdom. At the lowest point. At the lowest point. What was this but Noatak’s lowest point of all?

So she sat. Quietly. Fists clenched in her lap, fingers finally eased to splay against her knees where she rubbed that damp feeling from them on the hem of her fur. She could do this. After what she’d been through, she was convinced she could do anything.

When, if, he woke up, she’d be ready.

He awoke with the urge to cough, feeling a sickening sensation in the back of his throat, as though he still had that cold, salty water all clogged up within. Blue eyes slowly opening, Noatak moved as though to push himself up at least into a sitting position, only to wince as he felt the sore ache of his wound.

It appeared that he was in an igloo… so he had really made it. The space around him felt slightly cool, despite the fire. It was a familiar feeling, almost like being back in his original home.

Putting a hand to his side, over the gash, he turned as best as he could, only to see that he was not alone.

It was her.

The young Avatar.

He jolted up despite the pain, staggering to his feet as he glared at her furiously. ”You.. what are you—“ Another twinge of pain made him go down, onto his knees in an attempt to make the pain subside as he still stared coldly at the girl through wisps of his own tousled hair. That entire situation was so very wrong… she wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near him!

“..What are you doing here?“ 

Noatak’s eyes nearly sparked with frustration, not to mention confusion. Part of him was nagging at himself to be thankful that he was alive, that she had not turned him in to the police force… and yet, he didn’t trust her. Surely Korra only meant him ill harm.

Still, he did not attack her. He’d taken her bending away (or so he’d thought), except for the element of air. Perhaps he was confident in his own bloodbending, though it had failed the last time he’d tried it on the Avatar, or perhaps.. perhaps Noatak was simply tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of pushing on in such a manner.

“You know, I won’t allow you to turn me in…”

He stared at her, cerulean eyes harsh, matching her own stubborn, blue gaze. Noatak had come to realize, judging by her clothes, that she most likely lived there… such an idea sent a shiver down his spine. They were so alike, and yet, so very different.

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