Yeah. Bolin was not nearly as bad ass as he could have been. It is interesting to watch fandom reactions to this kind of stuff. In some cases we could be like, "That was really lame of Bolin." But instead all I see is "The creators used Bolin wrong."
I think it is significant somehow.
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Well he was actually a pretty good character up until the love triangle situation, and then it seems like the writers just forgot about him.
Which reminds me of something I realized the other day. ATLA mainly focused on 3-5 main characters throughout 3 seasons: Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, and Zuko. Pretty much everyone was was relegated to positions of tertiary importance. In LoK, by the 4th episode, we've got 7 characters to worry about: Korra, Mako, Bolin, Asami, Lin, Tenzin, and Amon (maybe not Amon, but still, that's 6), and we have one 12-episode season to cover all of them. It's just too big of a timecrunch, and while we arguably should have spent the most time examining the first four people in that list, it seems like an inordinate amount of time was spent with Tenzin and Lin. Sure, it's nice to get to know the older mentor figures a bit (ie Iroh), but it seemed like they were eventually just taking time away from the core group.
And then they were not met in the character department.
A lot of us feel betrayed.
But mostly i think its because they made awesome characters and then didn't use them as well as they could of. its almost like people who but towels that are decorative. Yeah, sure, they make the house look nice but its a towel that fails in its basic purpose. To dry stuff. It has no real reason to exist, especially when it is perfectly capable of drying hands but the owner doesnt let you use it.
Okay thats not a good metaphor but whatever.
edit: I am still looking forward to season two though. I have just adjusted my standards in the hopes of being pleasantly surprised instead of horribly disappointed.
Last edited by kaoticAntagonist; 06-30-2012 at 12:04 AM.
Unrelated to previous discussion, I wonder why Hisook ended up being a noshow at that pro-bending match. I think it would be funny if he had a perfectly legitimate reason to suddenly leave for so long, only to return and find out everything that happened while he was gone.
Unrelated to previous discussion, I wonder why Hisook ended up being a noshow at that pro-bending match. I think it would be funny if he had a perfectly legitimate reason to suddenly leave for so long, only to return and find out everything that happened while he was gone.
I read a fic where he was actually off saving the world on an awesome adventure with a couple of quirky friends and a smokin' hot lady who kept trying to kill him.
The circumstances forced him to swear to secrecy though and no one ever knew and when he got back to republic city he was replaced by the avatar.
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Originally Posted by kaoticAntagonist
I read a fic where he was actually off saving the world on an awesome adventure with a couple of quirky friends and a smokin' hot lady who kept trying to kill him.
The circumstances forced him to swear to secrecy though and no one ever knew and when he got back to republic city he was replaced by the avatar.
Please link off to this if you wish, please.
I'm curious to see how this played out...
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That's not entirely true. I thnk most people are shtity and boring, but I still try to be respectful to them, a) because nobody deserves to be shat upon for no reason, even if they are objectively boring as fuck and b) they might actually be pretty cool and I just down know it yet. not likely, but always possible. and c) they may also be more useful to me if they don't think I'm a total asshole. x3
So, I've been brainstorming a Quirkified re-write of Korra (though more of just a skeleton plot and random details) So far, here's what I got:
16 episode minimum for both seasons, 20 preferred.
Korra's separation from the spirit world has the spirits both worried and rather angry, some to the point of considering replacing or removing the Avatar.
One spirit, who from this point on we will call Bob, made a deal with Yakone to give him augemented bloodbending.
After Noatak runs away, he ends up half dead in a snowstorm and encounters Bob. Noatak, having seen bending used for evil his entire life, is willing to trade his own soul (collected upon death) for his powers, so that he may save the world from these evils.
After Tarrlok kills Amon, Bob comes to collect his soul. Amon defeats Bob, steals back his soul, and begins a spirit journey of his own, which will take up most of season 2. And it involves him descending to demonhood. You heard it here: Demonhead Equalist Leader.
Mako's stunted emotional state is a direct result of his days as a thug for the mob. His self respect is abyssal. His relationship with Asami though helps him get through: his big defining moment is when he realizes how awful he's been, apologizes, and is forgiven by Asami.
Bolin's character arc will end with people considering him a big brother. He'll end up starting a inner city bending/martial arts league.
Early episodes (before the tournament finales), will focus on the Triads and the Equalists and the fighting in the underground. We will be introduced to chi-blockers and Triad Enforcers (you want violent applications of bending? They got 'em). As Korra works with Tarrlok's task force, the Bros organize the street dwellers against the Equalists.
Care will be made to differentiate a moderate and radical Equalist during these first episodes.
Tahno is son of the leader of the Red Monsoon Triad and family heir. He will, after losing his bending, become an honorary Team member, and will help to bring down or weaken the triads.
Amon's powers will not be revealed until he takes away Tahno's bending.
The finale ends with the United Forces driven back, and the Equalists hold Republic City. The LT is now in charge. World War erupts between the Equalists, who control United Republic and have begun terrorist strikes across the world, the small and battered United Forces, and an alliance between the Water Tribe and Earth Kingdom. Since the two highest generals in the UF are Bumi II and Iroh II, many outside the Republic see the UF as merely a Fire Nation puppet state. Them trying to take Republic City is for their own interests, by the world's reckoning.
After the Season 1 finale, when the group splits up and moves elsewhere (Fire Nation, most likely: best option for a haven, what with Zuko still alive and Tenzin's brother married to the Fire Lady), Lin ends up traveling to Ba Sing Se to see if she can broker some peace with the EK. There, she meets with her father, and the manly tears start flowing.
Season 2 is spirit world journeys (and visits to important sites from the original series), recovering Korra's bending abilities, and world war. Ends with demon Amon (who has essentially become the anti-Avatar on his own spirit journey) being beaten by Avatar-state Korra.
Bolin gets a nice lady who is not Korra. Korra ends up in the Indomitable Solo Brigade (or with Tahno), and becomes a close friend of Lin's in season 2. (Since she did get her bending sans air taken away).
Korra learns airbending as Amon takes away her other forms. It manages to break her spiritual block for a split second, she gets a glimpse of the spirit world, which reflects her own psyche. Aang appears (though says nothing), calms the surroundings and her spirit, Korra awakes, and is chill.
The LT gets his own character arc in season 2, and is also best bros with Amon from before he was Amon. Lots of flashbacks of barhopping and picking up chicks and discussions of philosophy.
Amon really does love bad jokes.
There will be more, but that's it for now. Discuss.
E: Does tumblr do private messages? Because Imma thinking that some fan-mail might be in order, just to see if they'd bother responding with what they think of it. Yes, I am that obsessive.
EE: Another IDE: Shiro Shinobi ends up doing priate radio broadcasts from Republic City in season 2 as part of the underground anti-occupation movement.
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yeah, you can either send fan mail or an ask. Asks have a tiny character limit though, and I'm not too sure about fan mail (especially since you can't respond to fanmail except with more fanmail)
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I would have watched the shit out of that. I always thought Amon would be best as an anti-Avatar, and that the spirit world should be more involved. His spirit journey thing kinda reminds me of Jon Irenicus (i.e, the best villain ever made), and you know that can't be a bad thing.
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
Well look at that Quirk, we're agreeing again. You basically just wrote out my own ideas only significantly more thought out and with some extra details that I am totally cool with.
After the Season 1 finale, when the group splits up and moves elsewhere (Fire Nation, most likely: best option for a haven, what with Zuko still alive and Tenzin's brother married to the Fire Lady), Lin ends up traveling to Ba Sing Se to see if she can broker some peace with the EK. There, she meets with her father, and the manly tears start flowing.
I don't really have anything to say in regards to the finale, as, personally, while it could have turned out better, I was pretty satisfied.
I just wanted to say that:
FUCK YES SOMEONE ELSE REFERS TO A FEMALE FIRE LORD AS A FIRE LADY
YES
FUCK YES
IT'S NOT JUST ME
It is true that dropping that crazzy cliffhanger in the finale of TLA was kind of a jerk move. Like, will we ever get an answer on that? No, we will not.
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Wait, is this confirmed? Is Bumi actual FN royalty-by-marriage?
Is he the new Ursa?
EDIT:
Originally Posted by Freack
... What else would she be called?
It is true that dropping that crazzy cliffhanger in the finale of TLA was kind of a jerk move. Like, will we ever get an answer on that? No, we will not.
Well... maybe. Once they're done with "The Promise", apparently they're doing another set of graphic novels called "The Search", in which Zuko and Azula (and, if the released cover-looking art is any indication, Aang) team up to look for their mother.
Well look at that Quirk, we're agreeing again. You basically just wrote out my own ideas only significantly more thought out and with some extra details that I am totally cool with.
Now some more stuff, mainly involving Amon.
Amon's cover story is actually the truth: abusive bending father, he stripped himself of his own powers. None of this burnt face stuff.
The LT actually thinks Amon's jokes are funny.
Several episodes will have Amon appear out of costume in the background. One of these will have Amon appearing publicly in the same scene, but not speaking.
As Amon goes further into the Spirit World, he will become more and more demon-like. The human face we see for a little bit is twisted to look like his mask, and sundry other details. He doesn't go full monster, but the implication is supposed to be like if you had all of Nyarlathotep stuffed into one human being.
The final point of Amon's spirit journey will be encountering the big purple glowy Avatar Spirit itself. Korra's looks very powerful and whatnot, but as Amon approaches, it gets smaller and smaller until it's Korra's normal size, and it's looking very weak, almost emaciated. Thumb on forehead, you know the drill. Amon descends to Anti-Avatarhood.
Through Amon's spirit journey, we get flashbacks of his life before: when he met the LT, the early days of the movement, his childhood, etc. It will then be implied that he is noout remembering the events, but forgetting them.
The world war will be mostly background in season 2.
When Amon returns to Republic City, he is greeted by the LT, who of course, is overjoyed that his bro has returned. LT comments that Amon looks "bent out of shape", a joke which would normally have Amon doubled over and in tears. Demon Amon kills the shit out of him.
Korra will make many trips to the Spirit World in season 2, and will travel around the world visiting sites of importance to Aang to help her. In the first major one, she meets with Appa and Momo. The little Momoment theme will be featured. Other trips will have her meeting many various spirits, Avatars, and even deceased Gaang members.
^ Amon is sounding more like Irenicus every second (the whole deal with his face, for example), and the idea of a parallel spirit journey to that of the avatar is also very similar to that Irenicus and the Bhaalspawn have. If you haven't played the Baldur's Gate series, you must do so now.
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
^ Amon is sounding more like Irenicus every second (the whole deal with his face, for example), and the idea of a parallel spirit journey to that of the avatar is also very similar to that Irenicus and the Bhaalspawn have. If you haven't played the Baldur's Gate series, you must do so now.
I haven't, but I will. Supposedly there's a re-release coming. 'Twill be nice to play a Bioware game from their prime again.
The journey parallels can be taken further with locations and environments and whatnot. Amon's surroundings become increasingly hellish, while Korra's steadily get better. The moment where she makes contact with the Avatar Spirit should go like the finale sequence of Journey. (ALL the chills!)
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When Korra finally goes full Avatar state in the final battle, the motif of the original series starts playing. Softly at first, and then it comes in with the force of Dies Irae.
After his defeat, Amon will remain as a powerless ghost, tucked away in some spirit world prison (ie: a cozy personal hell) for eternity. Cheery stuff.
There will be implications of cultic worship of Amon in Republic City after his death.
There will be numerous characters shown as moderate Equalists: they themselves do not identify with the movement and so do not ever refer to themselves as Equalists.
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EE: Another IDE: Shiro Shinobi ends up doing priate radio broadcasts from Republic City in season 2 as part of the underground anti-occupation movement.
Especially if they are produced and delivered by his guy. All of the yes. All of it.
Man, I wouldn't even wait for the re-relese- Baldur's Gate and Baldur's Gate 2 are modded to work as a single game now, with improved graphics, more storylines (each game is already about twice as long as ME). It is the very peak of the computerized RPG (along with Planescape: Torment and the first two Fallouts).
Oh, Korra.
Another thing that might work is to have Amon and Korra share their dreams through the spirit world- Amon can taunt her, threaten her, undermine her and she has to get over his influence.
I give you this clip as proof this could be awesome: (not really a spoiler for BG, it has no real relevance for the plot, it's more of a character building scene)
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
Especially if they are produced and delivered by his guy. All of the yes. All of it.
"Good morning Republic City, friends of the Avatar, and all the ships at sea! This is Free Republic Radio. I'm your host, Four Tiger-Dog. Right now at eight-fifteen it's twenty-seven degrees outside, so you better bundle up! Light flurries expected throughout the day, with two to four inches tonight. No word of any impending raids, but the Bison Heights have been put under some suspicion by the so-called authorities: you'd best be careful what you say up that way for the time being.
World from the outside says the Avatar is alive and well. Keep up the fight, gals and fellas."
Now I imagine a scene after Amon's defeat where Korra finally meets Shinobi and is able to thank him for everything he's done. The man himself looks like he hasn't bathed or shaved in quite some time, but still carries himself with the impeccable poise of a true radio man.
This has the potential for its own little subplot. Really, how long until Shinobi finds himself being combated over the airwaves by an Equalist Sally?
The plot in Republic City in season 2 feature the secondary and minor characters. Tahno effectively leads the resistance with his Triad resources, Shiro serves as the voice, Gommu rallies the hobos...so much potential.
Oh, what the heck. This is fun.
Originally Posted by Shiro Shinobi
Now you may have heard that my station was raided last week, and you may have heard that I was taken into Equalist custody. Only the former is true. I am still up and running with all limbs attached, as are the wife and kiddo. It's not like I have bending to take away in the first place, so that was a major tactical oversight on their part.
In other news, it seems my absence has spawned some competition for the hearts and minds of Republic City's citizens. Good on all of you for not letting Equalist Etsuko pollute the airwaves too much while I was gone.