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The Other Gods -- The World Spirit
The effects of the Nightmare King have faded, the battlefield is gone. Stacy is rebooting her systems, and will be online again soon. It's over, it's finally over at last. They've won. They're all alive!
Except that it's not over.
Through the city, a wave of destruction spreads out from where a teenage boy rockets out of what's left of Escherville and floats in the air. A shockwave of air shatters the glass in nearby buildings; the stone foundation that serves as the overlay of Stacy's flesh that most of the city rests on cracks where he passes over it. Eyes and tattoos glowing, long hair whipped around by the winds he's creating, Aang is a force to be reckoned with--and not one to be reasoned with.
This is the Avatar in his full fury, angrier than his comrades have ever seen him, nearly thoughtlessly so.
He's overwhelmed by such senseless rage, the world breaks down around him--at the whims of the elemental forces under his control--stone cracking, water condensing out of the air and freezing over surfaces, wind whipping rubble around in a deadly, gouging tumult, fire crackling through the air.
Aang's voice is many voices, old and young, thousands of them all intermingled, as he cries out:
"WHERE ARE THEY, STACY? WHERE IS THE CREW? ANSWER ME!"
Stacy tries to reason with him. Some of her systems are damaged, she is awake and aware, but her security measures are not back up yet. And even when they are, what then? She can't hold him down forever. In this state, he needs to be calmed, and the AI knows that's something she is incapable of.
So she tries reason. ||Avatar Aang, the original crew is dead. Only refugees from podsleep are awake--||
A building is swallowed up by a sinkhole that appears in the stone.
"YOU'RE LYING!"
He doesn't remember what Leon and the others told him in the dreams, about the original crew being dead. His consciousness had been separated from his body for a very long time, and to have it snap back so suddenly to a physical form at the height of an adrenaline surge, that had been trapped in the Avatar State for more than a year...
A whole year trapped as he had been is enough to unsettle his mind, to make him angry. Now that he's free, everything contained over that time--kept stuffed inside so that he could maintain composure--is bursting free in a frenzied maelstrom of emotion and destruction.
Not that most of the crew will know this--for all they know, if they didn't hear his words, he could be the Nightmare King.
"THEY'RE NOT DEAD! THEY ABANDONED US! THEY LEFT US TO HIM! WHERE ARE THEY?!"
||They are dead. Avatar Aang, you must calm yourself. You have been forced to endure a tremendous physiological and psychological strain--||
She isn't answering the way he wants. She isn't telling him where they are, so Aang reacts by destroying her city. A wave of his arms and there's a blast of air that destroys a temple. He's going to continue until he finds them, finds someone to direct his rage at, or until something manages to calm him down first. The latter is entirely possible, given some time--but at what cost?
Except that it's not over.
Through the city, a wave of destruction spreads out from where a teenage boy rockets out of what's left of Escherville and floats in the air. A shockwave of air shatters the glass in nearby buildings; the stone foundation that serves as the overlay of Stacy's flesh that most of the city rests on cracks where he passes over it. Eyes and tattoos glowing, long hair whipped around by the winds he's creating, Aang is a force to be reckoned with--and not one to be reasoned with.
This is the Avatar in his full fury, angrier than his comrades have ever seen him, nearly thoughtlessly so.
He's overwhelmed by such senseless rage, the world breaks down around him--at the whims of the elemental forces under his control--stone cracking, water condensing out of the air and freezing over surfaces, wind whipping rubble around in a deadly, gouging tumult, fire crackling through the air.
Aang's voice is many voices, old and young, thousands of them all intermingled, as he cries out:
"WHERE ARE THEY, STACY? WHERE IS THE CREW? ANSWER ME!"
Stacy tries to reason with him. Some of her systems are damaged, she is awake and aware, but her security measures are not back up yet. And even when they are, what then? She can't hold him down forever. In this state, he needs to be calmed, and the AI knows that's something she is incapable of.
So she tries reason. ||Avatar Aang, the original crew is dead. Only refugees from podsleep are awake--||
A building is swallowed up by a sinkhole that appears in the stone.
"YOU'RE LYING!"
He doesn't remember what Leon and the others told him in the dreams, about the original crew being dead. His consciousness had been separated from his body for a very long time, and to have it snap back so suddenly to a physical form at the height of an adrenaline surge, that had been trapped in the Avatar State for more than a year...
A whole year trapped as he had been is enough to unsettle his mind, to make him angry. Now that he's free, everything contained over that time--kept stuffed inside so that he could maintain composure--is bursting free in a frenzied maelstrom of emotion and destruction.
Not that most of the crew will know this--for all they know, if they didn't hear his words, he could be the Nightmare King.
"THEY'RE NOT DEAD! THEY ABANDONED US! THEY LEFT US TO HIM! WHERE ARE THEY?!"
||They are dead. Avatar Aang, you must calm yourself. You have been forced to endure a tremendous physiological and psychological strain--||
She isn't answering the way he wants. She isn't telling him where they are, so Aang reacts by destroying her city. A wave of his arms and there's a blast of air that destroys a temple. He's going to continue until he finds them, finds someone to direct his rage at, or until something manages to calm him down first. The latter is entirely possible, given some time--but at what cost?
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But it was Aang, it was always Aang to her no matter how you looked at it. She continued moving toward him, not minding whatever pain came her way. She would protect him. She would always do whatever she could.
"Please Aang," she said. "We're here and we're safe. No one is going to harm you again. I know you're angry and you're hurt, but we are all here, Toph, Sokka, Zuko, even Mai. They and people on the crew all helped to get you out because they cared about you, and they wanted to help you. Don't destroy any more things. You're better than that."
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«All units, acquire target and take aim. Hold until my command.»
You better pull this off Katara.
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For a frozen, horrifying moment, his hand hovers there, and the fire crackles, but already the winds are subsiding--from the moment she stepped in close, they skirted around her.
He would never hurt her. Never.
Because part of his nature is to be a human being, one capable of reason--capable of love.
He's dreamed about her, awake and sleeping. He'd dreamed about the others, too, Sokka's braying laughter, Toph's friendly punches, sleeping nestled in Appa's fur with Momo curled at his side. But he's dreamed most about her, about seeing her standing there at night, outlined by stars as they settled down to sleep at camp, about warm hugs, about warm hands on his bare skin as she showed him the proper Waterbending stances, and about the first time he saw her face, hair loopies tussled by the frozen winds. To see her here, in the flesh, exactly as she was when he left her, it causes his breath to catch in his throat, and tears to brim in eyes that start to fade back to pale gray. If it were a movie, music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TclIISnVWEM) would be swelling right here, as the winds start to die around him, as the earth starts to settle, as the fire dies down, as...
As--like they say in the storyscrolls--love conquers all.
"Katara?" he says, voice barely more than a reverent whisper, choked, older and deeper than she remembers him sounding, just like in the dreams. He is older now, and it's made even more obvious by the light beard on his face and how long his unkempt hair is. His feet touch the ground again and he's about to take an unsteady step towards her. "Katara, I--"
BLAM! The crack echoes through the city, and blood suddenly spatters over the both of them.
Aang's whole body shudders, and he staggers a half step, his face suddenly going deathly pale. These are the largest signs that something has gone wrong at first, but then a dark stain spreads quickly over the front of his robes on the lower left side, under his ribs.
He looks down at the blood with both eyebrows raised in an expression of mild surprise.
"Ow."
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He's been through zombies and flaming bats and a reenactment of World War II with tyrannosaurs and giant sand worms. He's been running and shooting and managing to avoid being killed, and he is royally sick of it.
And this city-breaking glowy man is clearly behind all of it. He's smashing all this stuff, fighting the rest of the crew...
This is that Nightmare King guy everyone's been going on about, right? Nothing else should be getting all destructive down here or he'd know about it, he's sure.
He'd know differently if only, if only he'd worn his comm ring. Why wear something that just makes it easier for people to yell at you anyway? That's really stupid.
Someone needs to do something about the Nightmare King, anyway. It looks like his guard is down. And Grif is tired and annoyed enough to be that someone.
He raises his rifle, sights in on the monster, and fires.
The shot echos in the sudden silence.
And a voice, tired and hoarse but triumphant, cries out "Got him!"
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"Yes, its me Aang," she said, smiling. It was just like when Aang first woke up, when the
BLAM!
And that thought faded to the nightmare, the WORST nightmare, when Azula had shot Aang with lightening in the Avatar state. Her eyes misted, everything stood on end, and all she could do was stare in open mouthed horror at the blood pooling on the front on his robe.
"N-no," she almost whimpered, and that whimper turned to the harshest, pain filled shriek Katara had ever made. "NO! NOT AGAIN!"
And she ran to her man now, took him in her arms, her hands already at his chest to heal. The anger would wait, the pain would wait, EVERYTHING was second to healing him, to giving him every ounce of strength and power she ever had. She wouldn't relive this again!
He would live!
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"NO!" And then came the rage. The deep, horrible anger that someone would shoot the noblest, bravest, kindest person Sokka had ever met. He whipped his head back in the direction the shot had come from and broke into a shambling run, sword in a white-knuckled grip.
Someone was going to answer for this.
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"Let's find whoever did that, Sokka." She gripped his elbow firmly and did her best to steady him. "Which way did he go? I can't see too well."
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She'd probably be able to feel the shooter via the ground before Sokka could see him.
Doubly so if the assailant was hiding.
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What are they doing over there?