After the toady shuffled back downstairs to deliver the reply, Aang said, "Gaoling, huh? Gossip really travels fast in the future."
"The potatochokes are plumper too," Malu added appreciatively, moments before the stone floor next to their table exploded upwards.
"OH YEAH!" crowed the giantess, rising up on a pillar of bent earth. "Smell that fresh mountain air!"
The Water Tribe man cowering at her side held his hands up. "I'm not with her!"
"Excellent entrance scene," muttered the plumper man that rounded out the trio of intruders. Bumi recognized him as Pu-On Tim. He scratched something into a tiny notebook. "I can work this into the play."
"Play?" asked Malu.
"Hell yes!" said Toph Bei Fong. "We're all invited to posterity!"
There was a polite clearing of one's throat. Bumi glanced over his shoulder to find a demure young Water Tribe woman walking up the stairs, a guard frozen to the ground behind her. "Excuse me? I'm looking for my brother."
"Katara! Thank goodness you're hear! We got to Omashu too soon and she started dragging me to all these crazy underground bars with spider-donkey shows!" He paused. "Please don't tell my wife."
"You know," Bumi said to no one in-particular, "I'm beginning to question the quality of guards in this place. Someone should really complain to the king."
Bei Fong punched her apparent kidnapping victim on the upper arm. "Your sister is here! That's great! Now Ong can brush up on his waterbending skills too!"
"Another character?" Pu-On Tim sobbed into his hands. "I'll have to revise everything to include the relevant backstory! All that additional exposition will put the audience to sleep! My first act is ruined! RUINED!"
Sokka patted the weeping playwright on the back. "Hey, it's okay. You're laying the groundwork for act two, right?"
"The audience won't stick around unless there's a hook! People meeting around a dinner table might work in art school, but in the real world people want thrills! A sense of adventure! Something!"
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The World of Broken Glass [12b/14] - Bumi
Date: 2011-01-07 03:27 am (UTC)After the toady shuffled back downstairs to deliver the reply, Aang said, "Gaoling, huh? Gossip really travels fast in the future."
"The potatochokes are plumper too," Malu added appreciatively, moments before the stone floor next to their table exploded upwards.
"OH YEAH!" crowed the giantess, rising up on a pillar of bent earth. "Smell that fresh mountain air!"
The Water Tribe man cowering at her side held his hands up. "I'm not with her!"
"Excellent entrance scene," muttered the plumper man that rounded out the trio of intruders. Bumi recognized him as Pu-On Tim. He scratched something into a tiny notebook. "I can work this into the play."
"Play?" asked Malu.
"Hell yes!" said Toph Bei Fong. "We're all invited to posterity!"
There was a polite clearing of one's throat. Bumi glanced over his shoulder to find a demure young Water Tribe woman walking up the stairs, a guard frozen to the ground behind her. "Excuse me? I'm looking for my brother."
"Katara! Thank goodness you're hear! We got to Omashu too soon and she started dragging me to all these crazy underground bars with spider-donkey shows!" He paused. "Please don't tell my wife."
"You know," Bumi said to no one in-particular, "I'm beginning to question the quality of guards in this place. Someone should really complain to the king."
Bei Fong punched her apparent kidnapping victim on the upper arm. "Your sister is here! That's great! Now Ong can brush up on his waterbending skills too!"
"Another character?" Pu-On Tim sobbed into his hands. "I'll have to revise everything to include the relevant backstory! All that additional exposition will put the audience to sleep! My first act is ruined! RUINED!"
Sokka patted the weeping playwright on the back. "Hey, it's okay. You're laying the groundwork for act two, right?"
"The audience won't stick around unless there's a hook! People meeting around a dinner table might work in art school, but in the real world people want thrills! A sense of adventure! Something!"
And on that note, the Moon turned to blood.