"Bender Royale" only exists in outline format, so I don't have anything to sample here. The other three however...
** Remaining Avatar 500 ideas
Piandao said, "The secret to sword-fighting is knowing when to press the A button."
** Sokkla_BigBang
Sokka smoothed out the blueprint, which showed a cross-section of a bizarre machine the like of which Azula had never seen. The machine's boiler was standard enough, but it had been nested inside a mishmash of wheels, valves, and cylinders that seemed hopelessly tangled to the princess's discerning eye.
"It's based on those new landships the War Ministry is field testing in the Great Divide," Sokka said, "but focused on engine power instead of speed. Its designed to haul these." He laid out a second blueprint.
"That looks like one of the old monorail they used to operate here." Azula glanced up at him. The Water Tribe boy couldn't help but grin at the new measure she seemed to be taking of him. "You designed a steam-powered monorail."
"Yes! Well, no. We're calling it a bi-rail."
"That's a terrible name."
** Reconstructed in Grey
(Here's an excerpt from the failed first draft. Originally I was going to write about Aang being recruited by Azula, but instead I'm going to do something a bit different that doesn't involve an appearance by Azula. This excerpt will still give you a general sense of where I'll be going with alt!Aang's personality in the real thing.)
At the start of his spring rounds, Aang arrives in Silla Village to find his ostrich-horse won't being sharing a stall with the local healer's.
"He stole Oss-Oss?"
Song nods, and the hurt shining in her eyes piques Aang's sense of honor. He has seen injustices aplenty since he took up his calling as a wandering healer, plying his ability to manipulate chi while couriering medicines between villages, but to steal a healer's ostrich-horse?
Unforgiveable!
Bad enough to abuse a host's hospitality, but that bastard Li hurt all the people Song and her mother might need to tend to in an emergency. It's enough to make Aang want to challenge the thief to a duel, but he says nothing of that to Song. Matters of honor are a Fire Nation practice and revealing his heritage would do him no favor in the borderlands. Better for all involved if he is merely an ethnically ambiguous healer.
So instead of railing against the dishonorable act committed against her home and hearth, Aang offers Song the Earth Kingdom's folk blander condolences before moving onto the business of her village. They discuss their patients long into the night over a pot of omija cha tea.
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** Remaining Avatar 500 ideas
Piandao said, "The secret to sword-fighting is knowing when to press the A button."
** Sokkla_BigBang
Sokka smoothed out the blueprint, which showed a cross-section of a bizarre machine the like of which Azula had never seen. The machine's boiler was standard enough, but it had been nested inside a mishmash of wheels, valves, and cylinders that seemed hopelessly tangled to the princess's discerning eye.
"It's based on those new landships the War Ministry is field testing in the Great Divide," Sokka said, "but focused on engine power instead of speed. Its designed to haul these." He laid out a second blueprint.
"That looks like one of the old monorail they used to operate here." Azula glanced up at him. The Water Tribe boy couldn't help but grin at the new measure she seemed to be taking of him. "You designed a steam-powered monorail."
"Yes! Well, no. We're calling it a bi-rail."
"That's a terrible name."
** Reconstructed in Grey
(Here's an excerpt from the failed first draft. Originally I was going to write about Aang being recruited by Azula, but instead I'm going to do something a bit different that doesn't involve an appearance by Azula. This excerpt will still give you a general sense of where I'll be going with alt!Aang's personality in the real thing.)
At the start of his spring rounds, Aang arrives in Silla Village to find his ostrich-horse won't being sharing a stall with the local healer's.
"He stole Oss-Oss?"
Song nods, and the hurt shining in her eyes piques Aang's sense of honor. He has seen injustices aplenty since he took up his calling as a wandering healer, plying his ability to manipulate chi while couriering medicines between villages, but to steal a healer's ostrich-horse?
Unforgiveable!
Bad enough to abuse a host's hospitality, but that bastard Li hurt all the people Song and her mother might need to tend to in an emergency. It's enough to make Aang want to challenge the thief to a duel, but he says nothing of that to Song. Matters of honor are a Fire Nation practice and revealing his heritage would do him no favor in the borderlands. Better for all involved if he is merely an ethnically ambiguous healer.
So instead of railing against the dishonorable act committed against her home and hearth, Aang offers Song the Earth Kingdom's folk blander condolences before moving onto the business of her village. They discuss their patients long into the night over a pot of omija cha tea.