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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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As for the matter of the skewers, the nearest cook looks their way, grimaces uncertainly and suspiciously, and tilts his head. "What do you need those for?"
"First aid for a pet bat!" Felicity is happy to chime in and help. "Look at the poor little thing! You've gotta wanna help a poor little thing like that, right?"
"Well..."
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Aang gives the cook his best puppy eyes as he cradles the bat close. Usually, adults fold pretty quickly when he gives them the eyes. "Please? Her wing is hurt. I promise to clean it and give it back after she's better."
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"I don't know, they inventory everything..."
And that is when Felicity hauls out the pout. "Aw! C'mon! Just a few little skewers for one little bat!"
The combined assault is hard to resist. Also, these two kids in the kitchen are a distraction from work. The cook hushes them, looks around to be sure that no one else is watching too closely, and then pulls a handful of wooden skewers from a supply drawer and drops them into Felicity's hands. (Aang's are full of bat, after all.) "There! All yours! Now go on!"
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"Thank you. I'll put these on her right away." He keeps his voice quiet out of consideration for the cook (and consideration for their own desire to not get caught).
He turns around, still cradling the bat, and nods for Felicity to follow him. "Thank you so much for helping me get those. I bet her wing will get better in no time."
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"Hey, it's no problem! You've gotta help where you can." She's feeling quite proud of herself for having been helpful, doubly-so that she's been helpful to a famous Tribute like Aang. (It is hard to stop fangirling once you start.) "I've got... hey, I think I've got clippers in here too, if you want to trim them down neatly?"
She'll keep right on following him to wherever he's going to go settle down and do the work.