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      jj! i love those incorrect quotes omg u get them so good every single time

    also i was thinking of some childhood friends that drifted apart kind of angst for yōko so if anyone is up for that lmk :)

    i feel like it'd work best if they were opposites and went separate ways beginning of hs, just a thought tho ;;

      ephemeral. lmao i like louisa’s opinion, it’s p accurate lol yōko doesnt like most people


    and honestly ... yōko isn’t rlly an advocate for the sleepovers and slap ass shenanigans sadly, she’d just walk out before it even starts or gets invited ;; she’s like over it before anyone even mentions it

    The young man gauged the other's reaction to the new environment, lifting his hands up to tug on his gloves out of habit. He let out a small breath, glancing down to see his breath crystallize in the air. It was starting to become much more chillier than he had assumed prior, but it mattered not as the thick fabric he wore kept him warm. His gray eyes fell down to look at Amasa's now poker-faced expression, choosing to keep the fact that he very well saw his joy to himself. He felt his breath hitch in his throat, the question striking something.. untouched in him. He lowered his head to bring a fist up close to his mouth, giving a firm cough to compose himself.


    Whatever composure he managed to collect was thrown out almost immediately, the sudden touch of Amasa's hand near his chest sending all kinds of confusing signals throughout his head. He let the blind royal feel his way up until he properly grasped his shoulder, the duke tilting his head and giving a welcoming smile despite the fact the individual wouldn't be able to see it. He returned the laughter, giving a small chuckle on his own as his eyes crinkled up with his smile. "It's no worries, Prince Amasa. You couldn't have known." He felt himself relax, letting the prince keep his hold on his shoulder as he glanced around the area.


    To properly describe a setting to someone who couldn't see it wasn't much of a task Antoine had to face before, but it was one he was willing to take for his guest. He lifted a hand of his own to take the one Amasa had set on his shoulder, gently peeling it off to hold onto it firmly. "As for the place we are in, let me give you a brief tour," he began, turning himself to now stand by his side rather than in front of him. For some odd reason, he felt his heart race. Whatever was causing such a reaction from him, he certainly couldn't pinpoint. It was odd enough that he stumbled upon someone like Amasa and brought him to such a place he normally keeps to himself. He gave a brief shake of his head, pushing any questioning thoughts away. He was simply being polite; providing comfort. That's all.


    He softly tugged at the prince's hand, bringing him forward with him as they stepped to the grass and inched closer to the playhouse and bench. "Right now, we are on a hill on my family and I's property. The castle can be seen from this hill behind us. It's clear there to see the castle, but for the rest of the surrounding environment, it's all trees and shrubbery. In front of us, there's a bench facing the castle. Past the bench is a playhouse. It's remodeled now into something much more mature. I usually like to come here to clear my head when the garden or library don't suffice. I try to sit outside it though, as I don't fit inside anymore. In my youth, this was where my siblings and I used to come and play with our mother." He directed the other male's hand to feel the bench and the wall of the playhouse before hesitantly letting go of his grasp, allowing him take in the information he just gave. He could only hope his description was enough to suffice.


    Antoine remained rather silent after his final sentence, one that had slipped his mouth subconsciously. His gaze was distant⁠— drenched with slight melancholy at the reminiscence of his past. Much simpler times, he had thought. But, now wasn't the time to dwell on what could've been. What was done was done. Instead, he turned his attention back to his guest, his face void of any sorrow once again. He folded his hands behind his back, his eyes drifting over the prince's figure.


    Was this the young man he heard so much chatter about years ago? With him standing before him, it didn't add up at all. Amasa could clearly hold his own⁠— if anything, he was just as capable as Antoine. It was just more proof to the noble that pointless gossip was all in all pointless; holding no truth whatsoever. For once, however, he had to thank the fact he stumbled upon a stranger for once. For the first time in so long, the duke felt at ease with someone else⁠— genuinely human and involved in conversation.


    He came back to the present, feeling a smile on his face that was a result of him thinking about how much more he desired a friendship out of this new individual. But was that really it? He felt his stomach twist up in confusion the more he thought solely about Amasa. It was too soon to think such childish thoughts; he could only dismiss them as an uprooted longing for a friend he pushed back long ago. Yes, surely that was it. Nothing more, nothing less. He let out a sigh, finally breaking his long silence as he walked up to Amasa's side. "Still a bit cold?" He questioned, worry trickled in his voice as he felt the night breeze pick up.

    if theres still a spot or such i'd love to take part :) i could help contribute like a villain-esque char or another main group member perhaps ? it sounds like fun :")

      Feeless yeah i feel like they'd b purely business w each other, but it begs the question what would they end up agreeing on


    and as for the time the rp can start i personally think pre-season during one of the first practices ? i feel like if it's too early w like people bring in applications it might b a while until an actual practice starts imo ;;

    oo maybe it can be like right afterschool and everyone is headed to the practice to build the chars just a lil and see whos already friends and stuff of the sort

    yeah tbh i think i have yōko's preexisting relationships set and those are none :) she just isnt close to anyone ;; like she'd probably start walking out of class alone or something


    not that its a bad thing tbh she personally wouldnt want to b close to anyone anytime soon

    He gave a small tilt of the head, rather taken aback at the request to be addressed by simply his name without any honorifics. "Very well, Amasa. My apologies." He corrected himself quickly, continuing to let the prince get a feel for his surroundings. He looked over the frustrated expression on the other's face, his brows knitting together in concern. Did he do something else off putting without being aware? He immediately jolted at the sudden scoff, expecting another correction. However, he received words that were nothing of the sort. He cleared his throat, bringing his hands down to fold them behind his back once more.


    "Is that so? I only assumed that to make up for your lack of sight, it'd be best to feel what's around you at least. That's a bit disheartening to hear, though. I want you to be able to experience things in a way that won't limit you. You have just as much right to see things properly as anyone else, even if it needs to be done through unconventional means." He gave his firm reply, giving a quick look around before returning his gaze on the young man. He tilted his head at the comment, frowning as he couldn't do much of the sort.


    "I'll keep that in mind." His response remained rather short, feeling as if there was no proper way for him to respond. He watched as Amasa began to climb onto the bench, raising a brow. The more time the noble spent with him, the more he proceeded to be intrigued. Truth be told, to Antoine, Amasa was like no other. Whether it was a good thing or not, he wasn't able to tell just yet, but he remained compelled nonetheless. He watched as the other male positioned himself, seeing him feign a look around before his eyes landed right on the prince's own, glossed over pair. He felt his breath hitch in his throat at the sudden eye contact, turning his gaze elsewhere. He knew it wasn't necessarily true eye contact, but the sudden look couldn't help but startle him nonetheless.


    He took in a breath, returning his sights to the individual now standing just a bit above him. "You are, just a bit." He reached out to take Amasa's hand, gently lifting it to set it on the top of Antoine's head. To the blind fellow, he would be able to gauge that Antoine was only a few inches below him in height, the noble's eye level matching to around Amasa's shoulders. He let go of his hand rather quickly, letting him do what he will with that information as he remained standing.


    He felt rather dumbfounded by what he had just done. Why was he going so far out of his way to accommodate to him? Perhaps it was out of respect, but even then, he wouldn't have gone as far as to bring him someplace like where they were now. He could only excuse it as a desperate need for a peer, but even then, he couldn't wholeheartedly believe it him. He simply let out a sigh, tilting his head down to focus on adjusting his gloves. Despite how desperately he didn't want to dwell on that fact, he couldn't help but veer back to it each time. It felt out of character of himself. He remained silent, choosing to face his own conflict internally and not bother Amasa with his own troubles. It would be rude, after all. "Will you be alright getting down?" He questioned softly, wanting to ensure that his guest would at least be safe. He didn't want to baby him, not at all, but he couldn't help but have just the slightest bit of concern.


    While the two continued their conversation, inside the castle was a petite young woman skipping around the hallways. Having been awfully bored of the guests by now, she had decided to take a short break and inspect her well adorned home. Her curled, auburn hair bounced around gently as she hopped about, her deep indigo gown bespeckled with the finest of jewels glimmering in the dim light as it flowed behind her. She put her hands out in front of her, giving a soft giggle as she brandished the jewelry wrapped around her hands. She enjoyed her lavish life, finding nothing but joy in such privileges. The event was one she'd rather not celebrate, it being of her step-brother's coming of age, but besides that, she was more than satisfied. She hadn't even seen him very much despite the fact it was a ball for him, but that fact only worked further in her favor.


    She game to a halt, pausing in her antics with a soft "Hm?" as she caught sight of a man frantically searching throughout the halls she was jumping around in. She patted down her dress, pulling on an endearing smile as she walked over. She couldn't help but slightly scrunch up her face at the sight of his clearly annoyed expression. He wasn't clad with the armor of her own guards, so she could only assume he was foreign. Perhaps he was lost? She couldn't blame him if that was the case⁠— it took her ages to finally memorize the entire pattern of the property herself. She lifted a dainty finger up to tap his shoulder, greeting him with a grin. "Excuse me, sir! Are you alright there? You seem lost!"

      .maplekit :0 i love her ! btw do u wanna plot the siblings out together ? we can do it in dms or discord if you'd like so we don't have to flood this thread ^^;

    * :☆゚. ─── Yaora Oyuso

    A street in a small town outside Ba Sing Se was bustling with life. Although having been colonized a few years back, and spare the presence of the over looming Fire Nation Soldiers, the presence of a rich culture remained as lively as ever. The colony was buzzing as people made their way around, buying last minute groceries, visiting local shops and more. The red clad citizens made their ways about throughout the area, chatter filling the air along with the occasional hum of a street-side musician.


    In the midst of the commotion walked a tall, auburn-headed individual, his chin held high as he weaved his way through the crowd and headed in his own direction. He was donning loose, red-tinted attire befitting to the colony. His pants were large and loose as they came down to meet his sandals. He wore a casual tunic, although he had it as open as possible, revealing a portion of his chest without shame. A thin, bejeweled veil was wrapped around his shoulders, bunched up to barely graze the bottom of his chin.


    The young man whistled to himself as he walked along with seemingly no care in the world. He gave the occasional wave or wink to a few he passed, but never lingered. Having been kicked out of his home for some time, he settled down in this colony for a peace of mind. Rather lenient in comparison to the other Fire Nation towns and villages as well as generally accepting of firebenders, and sprinkle in the fact that no one recognized him as the son of a general that stands at the Fire Lord’s very side, and he was more than overjoyed with the settlement he chose. Not only that, but he was also making a pretty penny on his own doing his performances.


    And ironically enough, he was just arriving at the beginning of his very own. An older man stood on top a podium, yelling advertisement about the “Legendary Ora, Master of the Colors!”. Personally, Yaora found it rather annoying, a title that was way too cheesy even for him, but he found no right in complaining when it succeeded in bringing in a crowd. He brought himself up to stand on the podium, bringing the veil up to cover his nose and hair, letting his eyes shine through. He undid the front of his tunic, leaving it on but flowing openly. Personally, he’d rather take the whole thing off, but the fear of people catching a good sight at the scars that littered his back scared the thought away. He brought his arms above his head to give them a good stretch, his eyes looking over the gathering crowd as he did so. It was ritual at this point, nothing new, but he was still preparing to give it his all nonetheless.


    Finalizing his stretches, he finally walked up to the center, raising his arms up and firing up the crowd. “Good evening dearest citizens! Glad you can all take the time to stop by and get a look! I don’t want to waste your time talking, but remember, donations are greatly appreciated! Now, let’s get on with it, shall we?” He boasted his introduction proudly, finishing it off with a firm wink before turning on his heels.


    The firebender took a deep breath, bringing his hands together and ankles together. He stood up straight, controlling his breathing. It was showtime. In the blink of an eye, Yaora broke free of his trance, immediately launching himself in the air with a kick. A large flame trailed after his foot as he jump, practically engulfing his entire frame. He landed on his opposing foot, giving a twirl to skid the other foot on the ground of the podium. His foot slid across the ground, a purely yellow flame streaking after it. He continued to spin, encasing himself in the flame as it erupted higher and higher with each complete interval. He finally game to a halt, bringing his feet a shoulder with apart as he crouched down. With the flames still burning high as ever around him, he brought clenched hands close to his chest, bringing his elbows in as well before immediately shooting out his open palms. The flames spread outwards rather than upwards, the height of them decreasing but still burning with light. His figure was revealed once more amidst the burning circle, a smirk hidden beneath his veil. He waved his arms around with grace, controlling the flames and spiraling them upwards. As they swirled up around him, they slowly turned into a colorful gradient. The base of the spiral was red and it blended up to a soothing purple, even further to a soft orange and so on. The colors burned brightly, an outstanding sight to see.


    The crowd was overjoyed with the sight, erupting in whoops and cheers as he continued his performance. He danced with the flames as if they were his equal, treating them with care and moving with ease as if they were his partner. His forehead was beaded with sweat as it rolled down his temple, but he took no notice of it. Instead, he persisted with his showcase, presenting sight after sight. He moved around at an even tempo, continuing to play with fire as if it was a game. One wrong move, and the entire plaza could come burning down, but the performer knew better than that.


    After minutes that felt like hours passed by, his show finally began to come to a close. He dissipated the flames he was playing with mere seconds ago, beginning to take a few steps back. He cleared his throat as his feet were planted firmly against the ground. He crouched down, taking in a large breath and holding it as he began to pull down his veil. He kept his cheeks puffed, seemingly doing nothing, but before anyone could begin to walk away, his mouth widened and fire erupted from his throat. He blew out a variety of multicolored flames as if it was nothing, even walking forward to give the crowd a better view. He brought his arms up triumphantly, even doing a few movements to make it look like he was doing something easy. He let the crowd gawk and yell before slowly reducing the flame into a flicker until it burned out. He faced his audience with a grin, giving a wave as he finally bowed.


    “Thank you all so much! Remember, pay your performers!” He waved both of his hands out as the crowd began to spread out, a few walking forward to drop change for him in a small bucket he kept in the front. He walked over to the edge, sitting by the bucket as he laid his back onto the floor. He gave a wave and a thumbs up to the occasional compliment as people dropped off some coinage, his mind clearly exhausted. The performer simply set his gaze up at the setting sky, watching the colors above him that he mimicked mere minutes ago.


    He had to admit, although this life was fun and freeing, it still wasn’t completely fulfilling. The war still raged on no matter how good this colony was getting by. His father remained loyal to the bone to a malicious man who sat on a throne, and despite how much he expressed his disappointment as he disowned Yaora, the performer still couldn’t help but feel a twang of disappointment in himself. He was glad he was out of that place, but he truly wondered if that place would ever leave him. The scars that decorated his back only reminded him of his failure. Perhaps he didn’t care so much about what his parents thought so much at this point, but he wasn’t the only one in that house to face their wrath.


    His dear sister, the girl he tried to so desperately protect, was subject to the same childhood as him. Despite his best efforts to take the brute of it all, to ensure she wouldn’t meet the same fate as him, he still ended up leaving her alone. He rolled over onto his side, coughing as he felt his throat dry up even further. If there was one thing he couldn’t forgive himself for, it would be the sole fact that he had to leave her. They both knew he didn’t have a choice, but it didn’t ease the pain of the separation at all. He could only pray she was doing alright, maybe even making them proud that she wouldn’t have to deal with any discipline like he did. But whatever was happening, he could never go a day without thinking about her.


    Yaora sat up with a shake of the head, realizing his audience was far gone now. He brought a hand up to rub his forehead, looking over at the bucket with money people so kindly gave to him. After shifting through the amount, he finally jumped off the podium, pocketing the change before giving a big stretch and yawn. His daily worries dissipated just as quickly as the fire he bended, and now, the only thing on his mind was getting some water for his burnt out throat.



    //sorry if there’s any typos ^^ hope this is ok to start, u dont have to match the length if u don’t want, most of it was just setting the setting ;; and sorry i took so long, had chores ><

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