05-25-2017, 08:01 PM
Aang holds up a hand, telling Chakravartin to ease up. He did not know this "avatar," or if his threat was a bluff. Clearly though, the pair of primes made their point. The brunet looked outright terrified, tears welling in her eyes. The rotund man had paled and the twins were slowly scooting back. The fourth man and ebony amazonian seemed on edge, but did not reveal how deeply the threats hit.
"You," he gestures to the brunet woman again, "can come with us to answer questions." Aang clinched his fist, snuffing the flames with an audible hiss. "The rest of you, start walking." The Avatar used his baritone, vocally demanding obedience. It worked on some people, and it seemed to work here as well. Perhaps because of all the threats and show of force?
"Lysandra..." The brunet woman offered, eyes on the ground. The others begrudgingly moved away from their payday, leaving one of their own behind without a second thought. This was definitely a very poorly assembled team. "It sounds better than being called "you" all day..." Even the small woman, Lysandra, seemed she could care less about her partners. Aang gave the others a moment to clear off before approaching.
He places a comforting hand on her shoulder. "That's a pretty name. Not one you'd expect from mercenaries... or should I call you bandits?" The woman winced, but did not deny it. Aang had seen this before, plenty of times. "You stole those uniforms and weapons too, didn't you?"
Lysandra shook her head. "No... well... maybe they are stolen, but I didn't! I thought we were supposed to escort new primes back!"
Aang glanced over towards his fellow Prime again. "Why?"
The woman's shoulders slumped. "I thought we were trying to help the good ones, like you... They said the weapons were for the bad ones..."
With a heavy sigh, Aang nodded his head. "She's telling the truth... Her heart rate is stable." Toph's nifty trick. It worked most of the time, though there were instances where it failed. Azula, mainly. Sociopaths in general, actually. "I don't really care who their boss is, he obviously isn't much of a threat if his hit team is so..." He left that as a fill in the blank. Lysandra sighed in defeat. She knew her team was horrible. "Do you have any questions, Mr. Vartin?" Because obviously he thinks that would be this man's last name.
"You," he gestures to the brunet woman again, "can come with us to answer questions." Aang clinched his fist, snuffing the flames with an audible hiss. "The rest of you, start walking." The Avatar used his baritone, vocally demanding obedience. It worked on some people, and it seemed to work here as well. Perhaps because of all the threats and show of force?
"Lysandra..." The brunet woman offered, eyes on the ground. The others begrudgingly moved away from their payday, leaving one of their own behind without a second thought. This was definitely a very poorly assembled team. "It sounds better than being called "you" all day..." Even the small woman, Lysandra, seemed she could care less about her partners. Aang gave the others a moment to clear off before approaching.
He places a comforting hand on her shoulder. "That's a pretty name. Not one you'd expect from mercenaries... or should I call you bandits?" The woman winced, but did not deny it. Aang had seen this before, plenty of times. "You stole those uniforms and weapons too, didn't you?"
Lysandra shook her head. "No... well... maybe they are stolen, but I didn't! I thought we were supposed to escort new primes back!"
Aang glanced over towards his fellow Prime again. "Why?"
The woman's shoulders slumped. "I thought we were trying to help the good ones, like you... They said the weapons were for the bad ones..."
With a heavy sigh, Aang nodded his head. "She's telling the truth... Her heart rate is stable." Toph's nifty trick. It worked most of the time, though there were instances where it failed. Azula, mainly. Sociopaths in general, actually. "I don't really care who their boss is, he obviously isn't much of a threat if his hit team is so..." He left that as a fill in the blank. Lysandra sighed in defeat. She knew her team was horrible. "Do you have any questions, Mr. Vartin?" Because obviously he thinks that would be this man's last name.
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