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Master of the Pielements [open]

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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Aang stopped what he was doing, his jaw dropped, and then he immediately jumped over the table and grabbed Sofia up in a hug.

"Airbender!"

As excited as she was to see someone with similar powers, she hadn't expected Aang to be that excited. She lightly returned the hug. "I have not heard that word before but yes, I can manipulate the wind." Sorry Aang, as far as we know, you're still the last.

Aang held her at arm's length, and his face fell visibly.

"You--you haven't heard that word?"

When Aang's face fell, so did Sofia's. She hadn't meant to make him sad. "No, I'm sorry. I don't think we are from the same world."

Aang slowly let her go.

"I'm--I'm sorry. I just thought--"

He seemed a little lost for a moment, a little shaken.

"There's no need to apologize. I didn't mean to upset you. I should have realized you might think I was from your world before showing off like that." She felt like she'd kicked a puppy.

"No, it's not just that."

Closing his eyes, he briefly pressed on his eyelids, caught up in the awkwardness of this situation.

"My people," he explained, "they could do what I can do." A pause. "And they're gone. I mean, even before Stacy--even if we bring our worlds back, it won't--"

Really super awkward. He could talk about this, but it was difficult telling an almost-Airbender it.

"I thought maybe she'd pulled an Airbender from before."

Passing a hand over his bald head, he said, "And wow, this is really awkward. I'm sorry, I should've known better. I didn't mean to dump this all on you in the first minute we've met."

"Don't be sorry." Sofia put her arms around him in another hug. "It's very hard to lose someone you care about, and it's even harder to lose everyone all at once. I know, something like that happened to me."

It was a hug from a stranger, but a hug was a hug, and something was telling him that even if she wasn't an Airbender, she might be something like one in spirit anyway.

"My name's Aang," he said, finally pulling away, and with a face full of concern and understanding, he asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Sofia smiled and her look mirrored his own. "My name is Sofia. I was about to ask you the same question."

Deeeeefinitely like an Airbender.

"Why don't we sit down? Do you want some fruit pie? I made a whole bunch for everybody."

A Venezuelan Airbender. "A very good idea. And yes, please."

Aang cut her a slice and put it on a plate, and cut a small sliver for himself (he'd already eaten tons of pie today).

"This makes me a sad," he said, walking over, handing her the plate and fork, and taking a seat. "That I'd meet someone who had something similar and bad happen. That things that like could happen in more than one world. But I think one thing this ship is good at is collecting survivors and people that can share their sadness with other people and find strength in common ground."

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Sofia thanked him for the pie when he gave it to her and started nibbling. Mm, actual, real pie.

"That is true. I have not tried talking about it with anyone, not in any detail," Not even with Laurie. Or maybe especially not with Laurie. "But it makes sense that talking to someone who could understand would help."

"You can go first," Aang said.

"You should go first." Sofia insisted.

"No no, it's okay, you can go first," Aang insisted, too.

"No, you. I want to know what an airbender is." If only one of them had a coin.

Aang giggled.

"How about whoever finishes their pie first has to go second?"

Of course, he had a tiny sliver.

Edited 2010-08-01 07:58 (UTC)

"That's not very fair!" She was grinning as she protested.

"Leff talkink, mo' eatink!"

Ulp ulp ulp--too slow, Sofia.

Aang raised his arms in victory, then swallowed.

"Oh nooo," he said in an exaggerated way. "I guess I have to go second."

Sofia laughed. "Alright. It's complicated. Where I come from there are mutants, usually born to normal people, but for some reason have a genetic mutation. That mutation makes them different in some way, it can make you look different or give you powers, sometimes both. I was- I am one. I went to Xavier's, a school for mutants like me. Most people hated us, so it was safer there and we learned how to use our powers." Looking back, it was one of the happiest times of her life. Then she sighed as she related the next part. "I don't know why, but one day, most of the mutants were depowered. They weren't mutants. They didn't have the gene anymore. If they looked different they were now normal. I lost my powers. They sent us all away from that school. Most of my classmates were killed on the way home." She'd leave out the exploding bus. "And some others who were still mutants, who were supposed to be protected, were killed. So, I had lost all my friends when I was sent back home only to lose them again, but worse, because they were dead.

"There is a happy ending, at least a little. When Stacy took me, she healed me and now my powers are back. I'm a mutant again. And my best friend, who had died, she is here too. So my other friends must be also be here."

"Stacy might have saved them," he said. "But if she didn't save them all, I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "I don't know what a genetic mutation is, but I understand powers. We have people like that we're I'm from--I am one. Benders. All of my people were Benders, but in other Nations, only some people are. But no one sees it as a bad thing. Why does it make people angry where you're from? I don't understand."

Sofia shrugged. "I don't know. I think it's because we're different. People are scared of that because they don't understand."

"It must be hard to live with that. You must have to be very brave just to be who you are."

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