The Avatar is Gone- Forever?
read the headlines one hundred years ago, after the passing of Avatar Kady. Republic City claimed to have seen her in the Avatar state when she passed on, and thus, the Avatar cycle came to a halt, they said... Now it has been two thousand years since Avatar Korra, a famous and much loved Avatar, had passed on. Modern day Republic City believes she would be amazed and then disgusted if she were here now. Amazed at the sleek, Hovermobiles levitating an entire foot off the ground; amazed at the tall steel buildings whose sides project commercials from flashing HD color television screens; amazed at the garments people are wearing, glitzy and glamorous with high tech features, like cellular phones implanted in thin, fashionable gloves.
Disgusted at the way poor people are made into slaves if four years old or older; disgusted at how the Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Water Tribes are dominated by a single power when they are supposed to be separate; disgusted at how the leader of this dominating power, Valor Li-Nova, has been crowned 'Honorary Avatar', because people have lost hope in the real and apparently nonexistent Avatar; disgusted that all she did to stop the Equalists went somewhat in vain, for now, all airbenders are extinct. An entire race gone, along with her friends Tenzin and his children.
Li-Nova's regime is in full control of the other nations. Laws are in effect that remove people from their homes if it is convenient to place a shopping center or corporate building. Corporations dominate small, family owned businesses. People are losing their jobs everyday, and becoming slaves.
And no one except the Avatar can stop it.
But the Avatar is dead.
Welcome to The Chessboard Battlefield Trilogy, a double between the ever so incredible KawaiiGrrl and myself. This story takes place in the cyberpunk evolution of the LOK world we know and love, two thousand years after Korra passed away.
I hope you enjoy this legendary trilogy, and as I say because I'm The Way,
Oh~ This came out better than I thought, heheh :3 Wow, um, y'know when Geld threw his pillow in frustration? That same exact thing happens in a writing thing I'm planning .3. Hm, I guess two great minds think alike?
[A/N: Here we have a chapter very similiar to the A:TLA episode "The Tales of Ba Sing Se."]
|Book II: The Bishops|
|..:|Chapter XXXVI: The Tales of Republic City | Part I|:..|
The Tale of Tamara and Seto
The waterbender startled, emitting a high-pitched squeak, and the latest edition of Fab Trends magazine went flying. Tamara spun around in her chair with eyes like that of a deer in headlights. She exhaled, as it was only Seto. His facial expression was lazily curious, and his hand was tucked away casually in his pocket.
"You- you scared me a little," laughed Tamara. "What is it?"
He shrugged with a cool you-can't-really-tell-if-I-care-or-not attitude that made Tamara warm and fluttery in the middle of her chest. "Just saying good morning. Also, I was wondering if you'd like to hang out at the mall or something. Unless you're busy...?" He eyed the magazine she had just been holding. Which was on the floor. Because she, like, totally freaked out. She reddened.
"No, no!" she replied hastily. "I'm not busy at all. We can leave, like, now." She gave a small laugh.
Seto smiled. "Cool." He waited for her to stand up out of her chair before crossing the room and opening the door. He let her go first. "After you," he said. She laughed again. She was then immediately self-conscious of her laughter and stifled it. She looked off into a corner on the ceiling. I hope he didn't notice...
The Tale of Geld
I'm never going to get out of here.That was the thought that ran through Geld's head for the thirtieth time.
He was buried under a mountain of warm blankets in his room. His room. There had been enough control rooms for each Fallen Angel to get their own space. After going out and purchasing some basic furniture, these were the perfect little hidey-holes for, say, brothers who were mourning on the anniversary of the day their adopted sister went missing. That was exactly what Geld was using his room for right now.
He just barely sat up to flip over the pillow. It was getting wet with his tears. It was becoming annoying. Immediately after, he threw himself down on it again and pulled the five blankets over his face. But I need to get out of here. None of the F.A.L.S.E know about today. I need to put on a brave face and get out of here. But I'm never going to. But I need to. But?
"SHUT UP!" Geld screamed. He let out a strangled, beastly cry as he threw his stupid wet pillow across the room. He had wanted it to hit the wall, but it uselessly fell to the floor.
"Geld?" came a sweet voice from behind the door. "You okay?" It was Harmonie.
"Yes," Geld said after a pause. "Just a bad dream."
"Sure. Breakfast is ready. It's waffles." He heard her sneakers on the tiled floor as she walked away. Slowly, Geld pushed the fabric off of himself and stood up. He needed to get dressed. So he headed toward the bathroom.
The Tale of Ivy and Mac
The twins grinned at each other. They had been talking to each other the night before. They knew what was going to happen today.
"It's Prank Day," whispered Ivy with a twinkling mischief in her eye.
"Prank Day," echoed Mac, his voice taking on a playfully malicious tone.
Prank Day happened annually, always on a different day. There was no significance in the date; Prank Day took place whenever the mood took the twin pranksters. It just so happened to be on this day, and the first prank was just about to take place.
Troy? oh, poor Troy? picked up the cinnamon shaker. He turned it upside down to sprinkle just a little bit of cinnamon over his waffles, and... PFFOOF!
Cinnamon was everywhere. Definitely on the waffles, on Troy for sure, and some on the counter. The effect of a loosened lid could be devastating. Even better, Troy began to sneeze, over and over again. The twins laughed riotously, and they high-fived each other.
"Prank Day!" they declared in unison.
this seris looks really good im not usually into LOK stuff but i might as well be
if u have time please check out my seris the easy/hard life of katara. oh and thanks to the way for being my only reply-ier XD
~ SEREEN the pengUIN
It's actually not time yet... K-girl said I had to pace myself... So, we're gonna do character development for a while, with lots of feels, and it's gonna make you laugh and nosebleed and cry, sometimes all at once...
Great chapter, Kawaii! Of course, though I hate to rush everyone into the action, it's time to find out why this book is called "Bishops." Rather religious title, isn't it? Sort of like, I don't know, a religious cult? Mwahaha... Next chapter coming soon.
Hey hey! I actually opened up your repost of Miles & Miles, and I'm just about to read it.
Yeah, it's a pretty long thread. That's our 35th chapter! Unless I had a brain spasm and forgot how to read Roman numerals...
Yeah, once Thanksgiving comes about it'll probably be busier. (And goodness, I'm excited for Frozen to come out.) And then Christmas. =D Unfortunately, once Thanksgiving passes we start worrying about finals... D= It's a good thing that I have my World History final first because that's the easiest xD And I wouldn't call it cold just yet... the weather forecast says it should be 90 out tomorrow. D=
|Book II: The Bishops|
|..:|Chapter XXXV: Yawn|:..|
A sigh escaped Solana's mouth. With a roll of her eyes and a sisterly smile, she muttered, "Better make sure he doesn't fall into the spirit world or something." Calling out his name, she followed her mischievous brother.
As each member of F.A.L.S.E. curiously wandered around their new home, Harmonie took in the deserted environment.
Whenever she took a breath of air, she could feel the musty scent of the antiquated building running through her lungs. Metal benches lined up neatly next to each other like a display of porcelain dolls. A few lights installed on the ceiling were occasionally dying and coming back to life in a repetitive cycle, but overall the lighting was decent despite its dimness. An elaborate map hung on the wall proudly boasted its maze-like routes, daring Harmonie to get lost in its system. It wasn't as great as F.A.L.S.E.'s original home, but with a bit of work, this could turn out to be a pretty decent place. Harmonie inspected the train itself. Most of the subway doors were open widely, resembling the ravenous jaws of a monster. Wondering what was its contents, she took cautious steps into the iron belly of the silver beast.
It was her first time stepping into a subway, and despite the fact she could see everything in the subway clearly, she had to agree with Ora's words. This place did have a rather eerie feeling tied to it. But still, maybe she can find something that could help them. It was rather cold this time of year, and finding an extra coat left by an apathetic stranger years ago would be very nice.
But as she aimlessly walked through the train, she found it quite hard to focus on finding something that would help them and more paranoid of the shifting shadows in the dark. She shook them away from her thoughts. She probably made them up.
She felt her heart leap in fear, and with a sudden burst of adrenaline, she was about to shoot a wave of wind towards the sound when she stopped in the middle of her move. She sighed. Tamara was napping tranquilly innocently like a lop-eared rabbit, using two leather seats as a makeshift bed. Mac and Ivy were also slumbering, both snoring similar to a hibernating platypus bear. Ora slowly sat up from a seat across from Tamara as she sneezed again with drowsy eyes.
"Hey, it's really late, y'know."
"What? I'm not even..." That's when Harmonie realized how much her eyes were drooping. Before she was aware of it, a yawn escaped her lungs. After running all day from their pursuers, of course she would be fatigued. It's probably okay if she took a nap for a while. After all, a lot did happen today; it was only natural to be exhausted. She slumped into a soft seat and closed her eyes.