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thecapitol2015-07-15 12:12 am
actually112) wrote in thecapitol2015-07-15 12:12 am
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Collect your scars and wear 'em well
Who| Aang and YOU
What| Aang got a bat. He will nurse this bat to health and keep it as his companion, so help him.
Where|Training Center
When| Post-Arena, pre-Crowning
Warnings/Notes| A little bit of blood and a lonely child.
Aang is good with animals. He’s been taking care of them since he could walk, and he’s had an animal companion for every lifetime since the Avatar’s inception. (That animal companion, in fact, has been reincarnating with him for every lifetime to be his companion forever, not that he knows that.)
So maybe this is what he needs: an animals companion.
If only the bat weren’t so sick.
A; around the Tribute Center
A little monk boy with arrow tattoos is walking with a bat wrapped snugly in a towel. Her head is covered, which seems to keep her calm as he walks with her cradled in the crook of his arm. She should probably be asleep right now, but her wing seems to have been hurt, so he wants to find a proper splint for it before hanging her on a ledge he made in his room.
“Hey…” He stops in front of the next person he comes across in the hall. “You don’t know where I can find small metal rods and medical tape, do you?”
B; District 4 in the evening
The lights are dimmed. Aang is perched on the couch in front of one of the many aquariums (this one now equipped with little name plates he whittled himself with a surprising amount of skill). He’s created a little enclosure with a box on the table to give his softly squeaking bat a dark place to settle, and he has a little saucer and a tube of red liquid in his lap.
“It’s okay, I know you’re hungry…” he coos softly as he pops the cork on the vial and pours a little bit into the saucer before capping it again and pushing the saucer gently into the box. The animal squeaks before shifting in her box and lapping at the saucer.
C; the roof in the evening
“So. I bet you were grown in a lab, huh?”
The bat can’t climb as well as she should due to her hurt wing, but she makes a valiant effort. Aang has removed the bejeweled collar she came with—it seemed wrong to have another living creature carrying around his name instead of its own—and has temporarily replaced it with a blue ribbon around her neck. She squeaks as she clambers up his shirt, burying her head into the collar of his shirt, provoking a giggle.
“You’re not as angry as the bats in the arena, so I bet you were one of the experiments. Not that being an experiment is bad.” He scratches the bat’s furry back gently as it keeps hunting around his shirt for something interesting. “You remind me a little of Momo. He liked to climb on me too. He and Appa were all I had left of the Southern Air Temple.”
His voice loses some of its cheer. He’s lying down on the roof, staring at the sky. There aren’t any stars when there are lights this bright. “And I thought I felt homeless then. Sure showed me, huh?”
The bat just keeps squeaking and exploring, but he likes to think she’s snuggling a little more.
What| Aang got a bat. He will nurse this bat to health and keep it as his companion, so help him.
Where|Training Center
When| Post-Arena, pre-Crowning
Warnings/Notes| A little bit of blood and a lonely child.
Aang is good with animals. He’s been taking care of them since he could walk, and he’s had an animal companion for every lifetime since the Avatar’s inception. (That animal companion, in fact, has been reincarnating with him for every lifetime to be his companion forever, not that he knows that.)
So maybe this is what he needs: an animals companion.
If only the bat weren’t so sick.
A; around the Tribute Center
A little monk boy with arrow tattoos is walking with a bat wrapped snugly in a towel. Her head is covered, which seems to keep her calm as he walks with her cradled in the crook of his arm. She should probably be asleep right now, but her wing seems to have been hurt, so he wants to find a proper splint for it before hanging her on a ledge he made in his room.
“Hey…” He stops in front of the next person he comes across in the hall. “You don’t know where I can find small metal rods and medical tape, do you?”
B; District 4 in the evening
The lights are dimmed. Aang is perched on the couch in front of one of the many aquariums (this one now equipped with little name plates he whittled himself with a surprising amount of skill). He’s created a little enclosure with a box on the table to give his softly squeaking bat a dark place to settle, and he has a little saucer and a tube of red liquid in his lap.
“It’s okay, I know you’re hungry…” he coos softly as he pops the cork on the vial and pours a little bit into the saucer before capping it again and pushing the saucer gently into the box. The animal squeaks before shifting in her box and lapping at the saucer.
C; the roof in the evening
“So. I bet you were grown in a lab, huh?”
The bat can’t climb as well as she should due to her hurt wing, but she makes a valiant effort. Aang has removed the bejeweled collar she came with—it seemed wrong to have another living creature carrying around his name instead of its own—and has temporarily replaced it with a blue ribbon around her neck. She squeaks as she clambers up his shirt, burying her head into the collar of his shirt, provoking a giggle.
“You’re not as angry as the bats in the arena, so I bet you were one of the experiments. Not that being an experiment is bad.” He scratches the bat’s furry back gently as it keeps hunting around his shirt for something interesting. “You remind me a little of Momo. He liked to climb on me too. He and Appa were all I had left of the Southern Air Temple.”
His voice loses some of its cheer. He’s lying down on the roof, staring at the sky. There aren’t any stars when there are lights this bright. “And I thought I felt homeless then. Sure showed me, huh?”
The bat just keeps squeaking and exploring, but he likes to think she’s snuggling a little more.
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He's flushing already, knowing someone must have heard him talking, as he slowly approaches the noise. Once he sees who it is, he's still flushing, but at least he relaxes a little. "...Hi."
He has never really spoken to Vivi, but he's seen him around the school all the kids are forced to go to. It's not as if he's a complete stranger.
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"H-hello." He pushes himself up to dust off his pants and readjusts his hat. The motion seems fluid and well practiced to indicate that tripping is just something that happens a lot for the mage. "I hope I didn't disturb you and your friend."
He cants his head towards the little bat in Aang's palm. If other is embarrassed about being caught talking to the critter, he has nothing to fear from the mage.
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He looks okay, but Aang just wants to make sure. He starts gently stroking the head of the little bat, making a little place with his legs for her to settle. He's always felt a little curious about this classmate of his, but has never gotten around to really approaching him. "What brings you up here?"
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"I just came up here to think, since the view is nice and all. Is your friend okay? She looks like she'd been injured."
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Aang gestures for his classmate to come closer and sit with him. He's been having trouble making lasting friendships these days, more trouble than he did before, but he still likes people and still likes being able to talk to them a lot.
"She had a hurt wing. I put a splint on her and started feeding her. She's getting better now."
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The mage's eyes brighten with interest as he looks down at the bat. "Oh...she's going to be okay then?"
She's so small...he'd hate to see such a helpless animal die. "How did this happen?"
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It's becoming stranger and stranger for Aang to talk to people his own age. It's hard to find anyone with shared life experience, and his own personal shutting down of himself makes it harder to bridge that gap. Still, it's nice to just have someone to talk to.
"I'm not sure. I think they weren't handling the bats well in whatever lab they made them, so some of them came out hurt or deformed. It's okay for Hariti because all she really needed was a splint and some patience."