Master of the Pielements [open]

[jesushasayak.livejournal.com]

The Person: Aang, the Avatar, master of all four elements, truly an individual to be reckoned with.

The Place: The Lounge. Right now, he was in the kitchen practicing his Airbending via the highly deadly art of--

Making fruit pies. What? It took some very precise Airbending to get the fruit fluff all fluffy on top. Good practice.

And eating the fruits of his labor was, uh...exercise for his jaw, yeah. And stomach.

Okay, so he was just hankering for cake after all that time with GLaDoS. It was still good Airbending practice, though.

And he brought the rest out to be served to whoever had a hankering for confectioneries.

"Hey, do you want a piece of fruit pie?"

Come and let me bake you the pie of my people.

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[jesushasayak.livejournal.com]

He recognized the armor, and for a moment, the hand holding the pie hesitated over his plate.

Then he dished out the fruit pie anyway.

"It's okay, you know," he said. "I'm not mad at you over what happened."

[whyarewehere]

Grif takes a seat at one of the lounge tables. He's quiet for a moment, trying to decide what to say.

He knows he was wrong. It's very hard for him to admit that to himself, but he did almost kill some guy he didn't know who had never actually done anything to him. (Except go bonkers because of a nightmare monster.)

"Why?" he finally blurts.

"Because dude, if somebody shot me I would be pissed."

[jesushasayak.livejournal.com]

"I was a danger to the people around me. It was a bad timing. A moment later and you would've seen me calm down, but right then, I was pretty much a force of destruction," Aang said. "It's part of my nature. I can't blame anyone for being afraid of that, especially when I can do so much harm. There are places in the city still scarred by my passing."

[whyarewehere]

Wait, that's it? Grif has been told Aang would forgive him, but it was kind of hard for him to believe. Especially because Grif's idea of forgiveness is being punched and called jackass a few times.

Instead, he got pie.

"Are you sure?"

[jesushasayak.livejournal.com]

"I'm really, really, absolutely sure it's okay," he said. "I forgive you."

[whyarewehere]

Grif cracks a slightly forced smile.

"Well, okay. I'm sorry I shot you."

He takes a bite of the pie, chews, and swallows. "I don't apologize for much, so don't you forget it," he adds. This may be an attempt at a joke.

[jesushasayak.livejournal.com]

"I won't," said Aang with a smile. "What's your name, anyway?"

[whyarewehere]

"Grif," he answers. No rank, no first name. He's trying to distance himself from the former as much as possible and he's just not used to going by Dexter anymore.

"You're a good cook. Who taught you this?"

[jesushasayak.livejournal.com]

"Monk Gyatso, the monk who raised me. He taught me the secret to a good fruit pie is in the gooey filling," Aang said cheerfully, finishing the others.

Ack, sorry! >.o

[whyarewehere]

"So you were raised by a monk, huh?"

Grif takes another bite of the pie. It is really good. He chews and swallows most of it before talking again. "I guess that explains some stuff."