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Post by chamir on Mar 2, 2007 1:58:31 GMT -5
It became far easier to breath without the self-imposed weight on him. Yet as he looked in the ponderous looks of each man his father greeted him to, Chamir knew he would have some explaining to do for the curious. Yet, inwardly and outwardly, Chamir could only grin. It just may be quite a story to tell, even if he decides to edit out a few choice events of embarrassments on his part.
His gruff voiced father led him as everyone began breaking off and heading towards the campsite. “And if think that’s something,” his father referring to some of the older tribesman he was reintroduced to, “you should see how some of the boys turned out after you left.”
Chamir nodded in agreement as he followed beside his father. I am a bit curious how they’ve turned out, trying to remember the names and young faces of as many of them as he could. So far the only two that stuck out was Rong and Kyoto--or something close like that, both of whom were no older than ten before he left. One of whom had lost a wrestling match with a seal lion. And yet as of now but of them were only a few years older than Aden who was by default (still) one of the youngest warriors amongst the two tribes.
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Post by ryota on Mar 4, 2007 21:01:06 GMT -5
He struggled ever more to slide his flat feet into the high brown boots, fixated on completing the task at hand so much so that he disregarded everyone and everything surrounding him. At last, after about five minutes of struggling, he pulled his right boot onto his right foot, and looked up to see a young man move near his tent for a reason unknown to Ryota.
Peeking his head out his tent, he looked to see what was going on before starting on the great effort required of him to don the other boot, he noticed the racket caused by the commingled crowd had died down significantly. He saw Jamil and his son walking around the campsite, probably soon to reintroduce Chamir to Ryota.
He now started to try putting on the other boot, and, in almost half the time it took for the first boot, but still with lots of struggling and grunting, he found certain success in doing so. He was now just sitting at the mouth of his tent, the flaps of which were keeping the sun out of his eyes. He noted the young man still standing close by his tent. He hadn't met this one, probably the youngest warrior he had seen, so, being the social creature he is, he wanted to greet him. He simply said, "hello, there!", hoping the young man would notice.
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Post by aden on Mar 5, 2007 15:33:29 GMT -5
Aden allowed his gaze to linger on the two leaders of the respective war parties as they passed, offering a slight nod of respect as Hissun and Hakoda walked by. Elsewhere, a handful of Northern warriors were beginning to unload their tents and cargo, assisted by a few of the Southerners in the process. Aden also took note of a few of his comrades being given a tour of one of the dhows moored just off-shore.
The sounds of struggling reached the young waterbender's ears then, and he glanced over his shoulder at the tent right behind him. They heavy-set young man he'd seen go in there a few moments ago seemed to be wrestling with the task of putting on his boots. A few seconds later, he seemed to catch Aden's eye and he offered up a greeting of, "Hello there!"
Aden's first instinct was to nod and walk away swiftly. That's what he would have done earlier on his voyage with the war party, and it was what he almost did just then. But for some reason, he compelled himself not to shut out the Southern man's greeting and he raised his hand slightly in small wave of acknowledgement.
"Greetings," Aden replied, attempting a smile, but managing nothing more than slight curve on the ends of his lips. He still wasn't sure why he was allowing himself to be sucked into a conversation, but the young waterbender had thusfar managed to suppress those antisocial tendencies.
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Post by chamir on Mar 5, 2007 18:38:44 GMT -5
The father and son duet were coming to a halt as they strolled into the campsite near Ryota’s tent. “Somethings can never change can they?” a smirk appearing on Chamir’s face at a familiar sight as he whispered to his father.
“Not greatly. He has become a decent man, but Ryota is still Ryota” his father agreed at the sight of the broad and husky water tribesman struggling to get his boot on. A rich shade of caramel colored skin, the plumpness of his face recalled memories of a much younger Ryota in Chamir’s mind. Just as plump looking in the face and just as clumsy in his movements.
“It would seem he is busy,” his father noting the appearance of Aden more than Ryota’s epic struggle.
“Eh no no,” recognizing the loitering form of the waterbender. “Let me introduce you to a friend of mine.” Chamir loudly cleared his throat for attention.
“Poppa,” a childish grin came to his face. It has been so long since he said that. “Once little now manly Ryota,” he began striding towards Aden. “This here is comrade Aden,” patting the young warrior on the back. “But do not let his age fool you now! This young waterbender here is as ferocious as a tiger-seal and as powerful as an arctic hippo,” he rubbed at Aden’s head with a palm, “with almost as much personality when he’s not being as giggling giddy as a nubile maiden.”
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Post by ryota on Mar 5, 2007 19:25:50 GMT -5
Now, triumphant in putting on his boots, he sat cross-legged at the entrance of his tent, halfway in and halfway out. As the teenager responded to his greeting, he gave a friendly smile as he noted the young man first wearing what he only assumed was an attempted smile.
Looking down again, he tugged up the entire length of each boot to ensure they fit correctly. Then, halfway through doing so, he switched to adjust the headband around his mussed sepia hair, a few wavy locks hanging in random strands over the blue-dyed leather band and into his warm tanned face. He looked up again, focusing his round cerulean eyes again on the young man and, out of the corner of his eye, two people who were approaching. He heard his name mentioned, so he curiously glanced over at the men, seeing that they were none other than Jamil and Chamir.
After Jamil noted Ryota to be busy, probably because he had returned to tugging at his boots to ensure they fit comfortably. Glancing over at Chamir after hearing the words "Once little now manly Ryota,”, he listened to Chamir sing the praises of the young man, whose name was apparently Aden, then he laughed after Chamir's witty words, "with almost as much personality when he’s not being as giggling giddy as a nubile maiden."
He stood up from his tent, not minding that he was a the shortest of all the others he could see in this small circle of four, he replied in his usual warm, friendly voice, "happy to meet you, Aden. And Chamir, it's great to see you again after all these years."
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Post by aden on Mar 6, 2007 11:40:43 GMT -5
As Chamir ruffled Aden's hair playfully during the introduction, the young waterbender managed to remain composed but still fixed the Southerner with a stern look and raised eyebrow. However, Chamir's following description of him and the reference to a giggling maiden resulted in a slight frown. He almost lashed out with less-than-subtle jab of his own, but instead he decided not to spoil the friendly atmosphere. A second after the chuckles had quieted, he replied with a slight smirk, "Yes... though I try to keep my giggling to a minimum. After all, I must maintain the title of Sir Angstypants, right?"
Aden folded his arms as he spoke, almost in preparation for the degradation of his character that would follow. He was inwardly chastising himself for likely inviting the use of that nickname throughout the remainder of his journey, but still he wore a ghost of a smile. Beside him, Ryota had finalized the introduction and Aden offered a nod in return.
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Post by chamir on Mar 6, 2007 16:26:32 GMT -5
"Yes... though I try to keep my giggling to a minimum. After all, I must maintain the title of Sir Angstypants, right?" Aden folded his arms as if in challenge.
And without missing a beat Chamir chimed in, “and thus your nigh personality acquaintance with an arctic hippo,” he grinningly nodded, “a temperamental mood swing we enjoying tossing at the Fire Nation. It is like watching a man deal with a woman during her tides!”
Yasu, he reminiscencing upon the young—“crazy Fire Nation girl” and her companion the limp wristed messenger boy whose name Chamir could not remember. A shame the two left the in secret during the night. Both probably thinking she was still a prisoner despite her having fought beside them. Hopefully she would be given a proper companion on her next mission. I doubt that boy could heft a stone to his chest, much less protect her.
“He is a man whose actions account for more than his behavior,” speaking to Ryota and his father. “After all, he is somewhat responsible for my being here with the two of you and the others,” sweeping a hand towards the rest of the gathered men. “Something to which I am sure he may regret at times,” giving Aden a playful elbow nudge.
“But enough of that. Aden, I would like you to meet my father. Jamil Osahar. And this here who you already met is Ryota—who was nothing more than child when I left. Now he is a full fledged man! Are you not?!” Exuberantly, Chamir flexed an arm towards Ryota in added emphasis.
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Post by ryota on Mar 6, 2007 22:21:00 GMT -5
Ryota found hilarity in Chamir and Aden's exchange of witty banter, smiling and chuckling as his eyes flitting back and forth to either warrior as they piped up. These two had clearly been through much together, and the two, from what Ryota could tell had grown quite close as a result, as was readily apparent in their friendly mockery toward each other coupled with Chamir’s frequent compliments. This was understandable, considering how the Water Tribes place a great emphasis on family and togetherness, as all in the camp were probably accustomed to, at least in varying degrees.
As the two warriors ceased with playfully words to each other, closing with Chamir's words, “But enough of that.", Ryota continued standing in a casual stance, arms hanging to his side and a placid expression on his face. Chamir's introduction of his father to Aden was a pleasant sight for Ryota, though brief, as he noticed Chamir soon after turning to Ryota and more officially introducing him to Aden.
A pleased smile grew on Ryota's face as he suddenly began hearing kind words about himself from Chamir. Knowing it to be inevitable, he saw Chamir thrust out his hand, to which Ryota, a half second later did the same to his long-lost fellow man of the Southern Water Tribe and warmly and excitedly said, "I am, my friend. I really am!"
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Post by kavik on Mar 7, 2007 12:33:05 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Out in the bay, Kavik was starting to come into view. The young fisherman began to prepare for shore. Denali snorted and lifted his head in jubilee, he was finally get to run around on thick soil. He made a bugle, and watched his master tighten ropes and prepare for shore.
On Shore a scout was watching the seas on a lookout tower, feeling very bored and lonely he looked down at the joining of the North and South tribes, and smiled wistfully at the sight. He would love to join them, but the scout had his duties first. The young scout looked out with his spy glass and gasped when he saw a ship. Not a vessle of the Fire Nation but of the Water Tribes.
"Hakoda! We've spot a ship at 10'o clock entering the bay. It's a Water Tribe ship, by the looks of it. A fishing boat?" The scout called out with note of confusion.
Kavik dropped his sails and allowed the Winter Sun to progress to shore slowly. He stood facing the stern and had his arms crossed as he bobbed up and down.
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Post by aden on Mar 7, 2007 18:04:49 GMT -5
“After all, he is somewhat responsible for my being here with the two of you and the others,” Chamir spoke, making Aden feel a little uncomfortable from the somewhat flattering remarks. “Something to which I am sure he may regret at times,” he went on, elbowing the younger waterbender playfully.
Under his breath, Aden muttered through motionless lips, "Every day..." Though he was a bit too quite for the others to catch the remark. Either way, as Chamir continued unimpeded and gestured proudly toward his father and introduced the older warrior as Jamil.
"A pleasure to meet you," Aden said softly, offering a short bow with his fist touched to his palm in front of his chest. It was a proper show of respect for an elder, and especially for one who was still an active warrior. But even as he made that quite reply, Chamir had already begun speaking of the other man beside him who was apparently named Ryota. Those two seemed to have a little bit of history by their warm welcome, but that was interrupted a moment later by the call of a lookout.
Aden's head swiveled quickly, betraying slightly his jumpy nature when it came to possible threats, and he caught sight of a scout positioned in a hastily-made lookout tower up on the ledge overlooking the camp. The man called down a report to Hakoda, who was quickly emerging from the command tent where presumably he had been speaking with Hissun. Apparently there was another Water tribe ship on its way toward the bay.
After a few moments of thought, Hakoda called up to the man on the ledge, "Flag them in." Then, less loudly, he pointed toward a small cluster of his warriors nearby and ordered something Aden didn't quite hear. However, the men quickly trotted off to the dhow that was still prepped for used and anchored a short ways offshore. Apparently they were going to meet them at the mouth of the bay.
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Post by chamir on Mar 8, 2007 0:48:19 GMT -5
Glancing at Aden then looking from his father to Ryota, it seemed that neither knew of the incoming ship. What sort of other Tribesmen could it be?
“Mayhap today be a good day of reunions and meetings, no?” he commented to the other three. Belying any feel of coming danger. “At this rate we may meet a group of kin from the cold hinterlands of the mountains,” he jested. “Maybe once and for all I will have that curiosity settle of waterbending Earth citizens living in something called a swamp, eh?” Probably just earthbenders moving around the mud, he always suspected.
“I half wonder,” tapping his cheek and his voice almost falling into a mutter, “what sort of wom—people the swamp would propagate if they are kinfolk.” If swamps were as muddy as he told then probably not clean ones. Though the fact that he was told it was often far hotter and humid than in most parts of the Earth Kingdom made him wonder of the dress code for such people. Including their womenfolk.
“Shall we met this newcomer on the shore or shall Aden and I get settled in? Maybe regal you with stories of these Northerners later on.” Brushing aside his childishly lewd train of thought.
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Post by ryota on Mar 8, 2007 2:40:15 GMT -5
Ryota didn't mind Chamir's rambling on, the man's chatty nature becoming more and more apparent with each word. A strange look, a vague blend of surprise and confusion, came to be Ryota's expression as Chamir tripped over his words while mentioning the Foggy Swamp Tribe, of which he himself had heard some interesting tales. He...he almost said...women...? thought the pudgy tribesman. No matter. A man is entitled to like women that much. After all, it was nature's way. He couldn't help but let out a subtle laugh at wondering if Chamir was as obsessed with women as he let on.
As the man changed cues, shifting to his presenting a prospect, greet the newcomer or help Aden and he get settled and hear a few stories, he was torn. He wanted to meet the person in the arriving boat, but he at the same time desired to get to know his new acquaintances better. He scratched his head for a moment, looking down as his feet and he kicked the sand softly. He looked up again at Chamir and decided what first popped into his head. With a nod, he answered, "I'd like that...to help you and Aden settle in, but I think we should greet the person coming into shore first. You can tell those tales later today. I'd like to hear them."
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Post by kavik on Mar 8, 2007 10:52:36 GMT -5
Kavik felt the sea heave and toss him to shore. The smell of the salty air was thrilling and strong he sighed as he ran his hand through his long hair. He will just stay among kin for awhile. The a wave of unconforblity waved through him. What if they found out about his...pecularity?
Finally Kavik reached shore. He took out he ramp and slid it down. He walked how with a stubborn Denali who almost slid down the ramp and fell into Kavik. "easy now easy..ack!" Gg-g-reetings my brothers ACK NO DENALI!" The buffalo-deer got free and trotted away from the ship and into the camp and began nosing around.
"Ermm, well....I'm Kavik son of Shona, from the North Pole. I was wondering if I may rest here before I continue to head to Ba Sing Se." Kavik gave a curt bow before he caught Denali sniffing someones bags and a strange string instrument....a pipa perhaps.
"Denali! No! Bad!" Kavik ran to stop his mount from chewing on it
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Post by aden on Mar 8, 2007 13:12:08 GMT -5
Aden was nodding silently with Ryota as he suggested they stick around to see who was arriving. And in the following minutes as the fishing vessel swung around toward the shore of the camp, Aden was almost amazed at what he saw. The young man onboard the ship with a buffalo-deer had been one of his peers back in the North. He'd learned waterbending alongside him, though he'd never really developed any sort of bond with the boy. At the time, Aden already had a close friend, and this other young man was a little... strange, as Aden recalled.
As he watched the fishing boat wash ashore, Aden snapped his finger repeatedly as he tried to remember his name. He glanced skyward, digging through his mind for several seconds until he came across a pair of syllables that sounded correct. "Kavik?" he thought oud loud, looking back toward the new arrival with his eyes narrowed slightly.
Kavik disembarked from his ship and his buffalo-deer followed, but as the creature began to trot around and stretch its legs, the shouts of his master left no doubt in Aden's mind that it was the same strange young man he remembered from home. A sigh escaped Aden's lips as he thought to himself, 'This will be a long day...'
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Post by chamir on Mar 8, 2007 13:52:33 GMT -5
"Denali! No! Bad--"
"--BEAST!!!" Chamir dove into a lunge. Arms embracing his belongings as swooped into the longboat. The momentum making him roll out of the longboat and onto the sand. Almost knocking the entire craft over as he did.
Frantically he crawled away on his knees until he could get to his feet. Clumsily glaring at the buffalo-deer as he did so. On his feet his gaze went from the animal to its owner repeatedly. Calmer but still flustered he huffed at Kavik before giving a minute bow.
"Greetings little brother," Chamir began. "Might I suggest you keep an eye on your pet's wanderings less he somehow wanders onto a large spit... quite by accident of course." He within held vicious grin of insinuating possibility.
"But until then--despite whether that day comes or not, of course--welcome to the reunion." Bowing again. "I am Chamir Chandrakant Osahar of the Southern Water Tribe."
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