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,
Great job, Way. I feel like Cleon's OOC (Out of Character) though. I kinda wish you wouldn't make Avila sound so mean. Surely FALSE has to understand they can't go on leaderless and it's only logical that Avila take Harmonie's place for a short while. >.> No, don't mind me, I'm just weird. XDD Whose turn is next chapter?
(WHY DO I KNOW THESE STUFF? HUEHUEHUE I HAVE CONNECTIONS WITH YOUR CO-AUTHOR xD)
|Book II: The Bishops|
|..:|Chapter XLIII: Obedience | Part II|:..|
Three days had passed since Harmonie's kidnapping. A constant wave of depression had settled over the F.A.L.S.E. The abandoned UnderTram station was no longer a place of hope and lightheartedness, but one of utmost tribulation. Even the meditation chamber was not purely calm, but darkly tranquil. It was like the time when Mac had been captured, except so much worse. Back then, they had had Harmonie to come up with a way to get Mac back. Now they had no one.
It was at a very quiet dinnertime when sadness turned into anger. Avila had stood up and cleared her throat, clearly about to give a speech. "It's been a while since Harmonie has been taken from us. We don't know where she is or how's she's doing, but knowing these cultists... we can safely assume the worst."
Tamara sobbed heartily. Seto put his arm around her.
"So I have a proposal," Avila said, putting a hand on her hip and looking over the group. "In the meantime, I could resume my position as the F.A.L.S.E lead--"
"SHUT UP, AVILA!" screamed Cleon.
Everyone gasped at this violent outburst. Avila's apathetic eyes locked with Cleon's intense and currently furious ones. "Excuse me--?" Avila began, but she was cut off once again.
"You hated her," the cyborg said. His half-computerized voice was rising in pitch rapidly. "You wanted her dead, didn't you? Ever since Harmonie's arrival you have been nothing but hostile! You have been nothing but u-unwelcoming-ing-ing! Unwelcom..." He began making a variety of choking sounds between electronic buzzes. Everyone looked horrified. "Error. Error. Error. Ow!" he yelped suddenly as sparks flew off of his robotic arm. Whatever the source of the sparks was, he was clearly hurting. He hissed in pain and stood up before marching to his room. The door slammed.
"We can't just have a group without a leader!" ranted Avila. "This is lunacy! Lunacy! I swear to Avatar Kady..." She continued on and on throughout the entire meal.
Cleon plopped down on his bed, where a menagerie of stuffed animals and other children's toys were waiting for him. He had been playing with them earlier and apparently had forgotten to put them away. He looked at them for a moment and pulled the stuffed robot closer to him. He smiled briefly, and then reached for his recording device. He listed all the regular, boring information, and then he took a deep breath in preparation to tell what had happened: "I almost short-circuited at dinner tonight. It was embarrassing, but also terrifying. My emotions make me so dangerous. Not only to the others, but to myself. No one likes me. They all hate me. Even Harmonie. I hate... myself." He scrunched his eyes shut and pressed the save button. Burrowing his face into a stuffed giraffe, he felt like crying. However, as he could not cry, he tried to fall asleep. But he couldn't do that either, so he resolved to lie there and think awful thoughts for the entire night.
Just like every night.
[A/N: That kinda reminded me of Alphonse Elric, the last part. Poor Al! T^T]
|Book II: The Bishops|
|..:|Chapter XLIII: Obedience | Part I|:..|
"What did you do with my friends?" hissed Harmonie, standing up in such a fiery passion that her chair was knocked over. At this point, she had forgotten all about playing along. At this point, the fury she felt toward the Order of the Zephyr had increased sevenfold.
The old man's eyebrows drew together in genuine fear. His wrinkles were thrown into relief by the flickering lamps. "P-please, Queen Harmonie! I--"
"I hadn't even mentioned the name," Harmonie said angrily. "You know something about them, don't you? What have you done with them?"
Suddenly, his face relaxed, and yet another creepy smile spread across it. "I do not give orders, but simply follow them. There is no use exhausting yourself by being defiant, your holiness. We Air Nomads are gentle, but firm, and will not let you go so easily. Please, for now, enjoy this meal." His smile was oddly enough tinged with sadness now. He picked up the chair, brushed some dust from the Sorrento work, and beckoned for her to sit in it. Perhaps he wasn't such a terrible person. It was really all Chu's fault. Either way, Harmonie could do nothing but obey.
And so she took her seat in the mahogany chair with an exasperated sigh. With her index finger she traced the white rim of the empty plate before her.
"What would you like to eat first, your majesty?" asked the man.
"Um..." Harmonie thought for a moment. It was so overwhelming. "I'll have some dumplings. And, oh, some salad." I've never eaten like this at the F.A.L.S.E base before...
The man spooned the previously mentioned food into her plate. She bit into a dumpling and the rich flavors of the meat, broth, and pastry burst in her mouth. It was delicious. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly in a small smile. "It actually tastes really good," she said aloud.
Soon she had sampled each and every dish on the table. All were delicious, and none seemed to have any poison in them. Perhaps the ARA really did want to please Harmonie... Her smile widened. She was being treated like how an Avatar should be. Her leadership wasn't being questioned by anyone, she was getting appreciation, and it just felt so right. She giggled. I feel like a princess.
"Enjoying yourself, Queen Harmonie?" asked the man eagerly.
"Yes," Harmonie grinned, "yes I am."
She had forgotten all about F.A.L.S.E.
By The Way~<3
We can eat a lot of pizza poppers, we can watch the Golden Girls on my big TV, and then at midnight, we get to bust open my Mystery Pinata! -Clarence
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As to incite silent readers to post, here's a bit of the 43rd chapter.
Soon she had sampled each and every dish on the table. All were delicious, and none seemed to have any poison in them. Perhaps the ARA really did want to please Harmonie... Her smile wided. She was being treated like how an Avatar should be. Her leadership wasn't being questioned by anyone, she was getting appreciation, and it just felt so right.