[Closed] A Taste Of Home.

[Konei Kozuki]

Ah! The Wolfbats! Konei had heard of them, but hadn’t caught much of them on the radio. Rising stars, it seemed, with a fast and furious slant to the bending sport. They’d slaughtered the last few teams he’d heard of them –figuratively speaking, of course – and it hadn’t even seemed like much of a fight was put up against them. Or... maybe they were just that good. He’d yet to see for himself.

"And how are you with fighting non-benders? We move in an entirely different way," Konei said. It was true, for the most part. Whilst traditional bending styles were stiff and predictable, modern styles of bending were less so, but you could still tell that they clung to their old roots. Firebending was fast and offensive, earthbending steady, holding a defence and waterbending swift, adaptable and fluid. Konei, on the other hand, used whatever style he wanted, but the waterbending grace usually worked well for him. Although, the evasive airbending Bāguàzhǎng style was something he’d tried to get into recently.

The point was that non-benders didn’t use elements, and didn’t stick to what they were told was good for them. They just moved every which way and Agni have mercy on your soul if you happened to get in the way. Chi-blockers were like that too; sharp, fast, evasive. Then – WHAM! – next thing you know you’ve got a shooting pain up your leg and it turns out you’re a temporary cripple. Well, ain’t that a bitch?

Konei laid his spoon down, his bowl empty, and sat back in his chair. "I know something else you might enjoy, too," he said, and when he laughed it was a deep, gravelly sound. He stared back into her eyes as if engaging in a blinking contest, still smiling.

[Kana Saitou]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i47.tinypic.com/jrr1gi.png); color:#34476f; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #34476f; border-left: 3px solid #34476f; border-bottom: 3px solid #34476f;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #ac1a1a; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Kana "Aria" Saitou[/style] [style=font-family: TimesNewRoman; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 6px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-top: -5px;]We are the Kings & Queens of promise, We were the victims of ourselves.[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 4e4b5d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #7e97b7; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #b4cef0;] "To be honest, I hate fighting Non-benders--You never know what to expect. If you're fighting a bender, chances are you can stereotype how they're going to fight. But with Non-benders? You have no freaking clue. They could know any fighting style, and you just wouldn't know." And it was true. The only times she ever really had problems in fights back in the North were with Non-benders. "I know something else you might enjoy, too." Her brow raised once again, and her chuckle returned. "Oh? Now you have me curious." She shifted in her chair again, leaning forward a bit more in her chair, her legs shifting under the table, only just barely nudging him once, just barely. Kana wasn't usually a flirt or anything similar--After all, she usually kept to herself, as pointed out earlier. But you couldn't blame her for being, well, attracted to someone she just met. She was human! And had been surrounded by old men and creeps (Which were occasionally one in the same) for what felt like months, now. Her smirk and slightly batted eyes couldn't be helped. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― kana "aria" saitou[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[Konei Kozuki]

He listened intently when she mentioned fighting non-benders. She’d fought them before, clearly, and one would think that with firebending on her side it would give her an edge, but that wasn’’t always the case. He wondered how well she’d fared in those matches, element versus bare fists. Clearly she was confident in her own bending abilities, and probably with good reason, though Konei himself was no slacker.

"We should spar sometime," Konei said. "But not tonight. I don’t wanna be held responsible for trashing your pretty face." He was expecting retaliation from that comment, wanted it, even. For her to bite back at him with fight talk and to reassure him that challenging a girl to a brawl wasn’t a coward’s move. She was tough, he could tell. Tougher than he thought, probably, and he’d most likely get his ass handed to him in a match. He just wanted to see how far he could press her at the moment to get a reaction.

Was that her foot against his leg? He thought so. His eyes flashed down to the table, as though hoping to see straight through it, then back to her face. He studied her for a moment, looking for a twinkle in her eye, a quirk of the lip that might suggest that it was her, but he found nothing. Her face was a mystery.
"I think you just might," he said, and he stood up from the table and extended his hand for her to take. He’d finished eating, and he’d paid when he first came in. Leaving a tip for the waiter, he added, "Well, I hope you will, anyway. C’mon, I’ll show you."

[Kana Saitou]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i47.tinypic.com/jrr1gi.png); color:#34476f; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #34476f; border-left: 3px solid #34476f; border-bottom: 3px solid #34476f;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #ac1a1a; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Kana "Aria" Saitou[/style] [style=font-family: TimesNewRoman; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 6px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-top: -5px;]We are the Kings & Queens of promise, We were the victims of ourselves.[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 4e4b5d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #7e97b7; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #b4cef0;] Kana sputtered a bit over his words, letting out an almost cat-like Pfft in response, before laughing. "Oh, I don't think you'd get close enough to mar my face." Then, something he said clicked, and her amused expression flicked right back to the slightly darker one that seemed to make her eyes stand out more. "Oh, think I'm pretty, hm? Good. Maybe then if we do spar, you'll get distracted looking at me and worrying about my face that I'll get a few good hits in." She watched then as he stood, and for a moment she just watched him, scanning the other now that he was standing tall--quite tall, at that. Kana hummed a quiet note in response. She quickly checked her shoulder for the now sleeping white hamster, before finally she took the other's hand gently, pulling herself up, for the first time showing her own height. Kana herself was taller than most girls her age, without her boots averaging at about 5'10''--Where she got the height, her and her parents were never sure. Her mother was a short little woman, and her father wasn't much bigger. Not that she minded. Sometimes her height gave her an advantage. Though, back home, it also separated her from a lot of guys who were shorter than her. This guy, luckily, wasn't the same case. "Lead the way, Konei." [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― kana "aria" saitou[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
	[cs=3][atrb=style, height:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i47.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]

[Konei Kozuki]

Konei was sure that she could get a few hits in, not that a black eye or bust lip would make his face any less of a pretty picture. Hell, it would fit right in with the scar. The battle wounds would just match each other. And if they did spar, then he wouldn’t just be distracted by her face alone... Honestly.

She paused to make sure her tiny rodent friend was safe and sound on her shoulder (where they were going that poor animal wouldn’t be asleep for much longer), and she took his hand. Hers slid into his like jigsaw pieces, and her hands were so small Konei began to doubt that she could pack any kind of punch with dainty little paws like those.

Kana told him to lead the way, and so lead the way he did.

His destination was on the edge of the Dragon Flats District, but it didn’t take them long to reach it. And now that he was here, he started to seriously doubt himself. He would have been excited as hell about what he was going to show her, but everyone was different, right? Some people liked watching polar dog races, and Konei just didn’t have the energy to keep track of something like that. He, on the other hand, freaking. Loved. Motorbikes.

Konei fumbled for his keys in his pocket, unlocked the garage, raised the shutters. He stepped into the workshop and pulled the ceiling light cord, which flashed on after a few seconds of uncertain spluttering.
"Okay, well, I realise that this might not be your thing," he said, "but: ta-da!" He whipped the dust cover off his most recent project, a gleaming, polished motorbike. It had been his personal project for several months now. It glimmered even under the dim workshop light.

He turned towards her, trying to gauge her facial expressions. "You ever learn to ride one of these?"

[Kana Saitou]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i47.tinypic.com/jrr1gi.png); color:#34476f; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #34476f; border-left: 3px solid #34476f; border-bottom: 3px solid #34476f;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #ac1a1a; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Kana "Aria" Saitou[/style] [style=font-family: TimesNewRoman; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 6px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-top: -5px;]We are the Kings & Queens of promise, We were the victims of ourselves.[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 4e4b5d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #7e97b7; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #b4cef0;] The further they walked, the more honestly confused and curious she became. At first, she thought they might be going to this little pub she knew of--A certain turn he made crossed that out. Then they started towards Dragon Flats, and she thought maybe he knew of some interesting underground place, or perhaps he even lived in the Flats. But then they stopped at this garage, and her jaw would've hit the ground if she were anyone else. But, since she was Kana and not somebody else, her brows simply raised. "Well, that's not what I expected." She muttered, more to herself than to the other. She stepped into the garage, and over to the bike, whistling softly. "I rode one once--I was pretty decent, I suppose." Kana would love to say motorbiking was yet another secret skill of hers, but honestly, she couldn't be sure. She did have a knack for admiring them from afar, however. Satomobiles always seemed too... clunky, for her. Too slow. The bikes though? Slim and beautiful. "You put her together yourself?" She gave the bike another once over, then again, before looking up at Konei, head tilted slightly. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― kana "aria" saitou[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : fgsdfgdfg[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
	[cs=3][atrb=style, height:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i47.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]

[Konei Kozuki]

Konei watched her face carefully. She raised one eyebrow, and that was about it. His heart sank, slowly and painfully through his stomach and it settled somewhere in his gut. It may as well have clunked dully like something metal having dropped through water and hit the bottom of a ship’s hull. Okay, she was clearly not a vehicle enthusiast. Never mind.

She gave a low whistle, that may have sounded impressed, but his heavy heart had already sapped him of most of his enthusiasm.

You put her together yourself?

"Er, yeah," he said, not as brightly as he normally would have done. He rubbed the back of his neck as he approached it. "It took a while." He dangled the keys from his little finger and twirled them in a few loops. "Wanna take her for a spin? I could show you some really cool parts of the city. That is, if you can keep track of things when they’re zooming by at seventy," he added, cracking his usual grin.

"You wanna take her or shall I? Thing is, do you trust me?"

((I can open your eyes, take you wonder by wonder,
Over, sideways and under on a magic motorbike ride..))

[Kana Saitou]

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[Konei Kozuki]

So... she was honestly impressed? Konei looked at her face. Maybe she was just one of those people who only showed real awe with the things that would make others’ jaws hit the floor. Well, she posed a challenge anyway, and Konei did love challenges.

Konei approached the bike and stuck the keys in the ignition. When he twisted them and kick started the motorbike, the engine sprang to life with an animal roar. He loved that sound. It was deep and throaty and to Konei it was the sound of pure power. He swung his leg over the bike and reached behind him to catch Kana’s hands and place them on his waist.
"You’ve gotta hold on to me, else you’ll fall off the end,", he said. "You also might wanna hold on to your rodent buddy." He revved the engine a few times and, kicking up the prop stand, roared out of the garage in a plume of exhaust fumes.

Speed was his thing. Serious speed, where you got tunnel vision and caught flies in your teeth. As soon as he pulled out of the workshop they were off, flying through the city so fast that things were a blur. They shot past basement lights of poker games in underground dive bars, past strings of lanterns threaded to and fro between shops on either side of the road, past towering skyscrapers and roadside vendors closing down for the evening. The dusk sun painted Republic City in shades of umber and gold, and the thin veil of city smog faded out the silhouettes of obnoxiously tall buildings in the sky.

The streets of Republic City were built on a grid square design. There were lots of parallel roads and right angle corners. There were also six bridges that connected the two sides of Yue Bay to the central peninsula, and at least one of these was a waterbender hydraulically-operated bascule bridge that was raised to let ships pass. Tonight, Konei fancied doing something he’d been dying to do ever since he came to the city.

He slowed the motorbike and turned it left down a long, straight street. Up ahead, faintly visible in the smog, was the shape of the bascule bridge preparing to be raised. The traffic barrier was being lowered, but that shouldn't be a problem for a nimble vehicle.
"I might need you to give me a hand with rocket-powering this bike in a minute," he said.

[Kana Saitou]

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